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 Walking into the Dumaguete hospital was like entering into a dream world; I had never seen anything like it in my entire life. I literally felt as though I was having an outer body experience-it was beyond bizarre.

 
First off, as I walked through the front gate of the hospital, I couldn’t help but to ask the question of “Is this really a hospital or is it a high school?” It literally felt as though I was getting ready to visit high school students; not hospital patients. Then, as Scott, Denise, Annie Rose, and I started to make our way into the hospital, we were not asked for any identification or information of whom we might be visiting; that would NEVER happen in America-NEVER! It surprised me that we all were allowed to enter the facility with no questions asked; but at the same time I was grateful to be able to pray over any individual that would not hesitate to ask or say yes.

 

I then made my way through the open doors; what I saw next will forever be engraved in my mind and heart.

The moment you walk into the hospital, you cannot help but to notice the cots that are lined up by the walls in the entrance hallway. Above each cot, taped to the wall, there is a piece of scratch paper with the name, age, and medical info of the patient. This leaves a good 15 inches of space to get to one side of the room to the other-both ways. Most of the patients that we saw lying in the beds were children under ten years old; it broke ALL of our hearts to say the least.

So here is my story of what I witnessed that day; the things I saw, the things I heard, and what I was feeling. Although my team and I were all in the same place that day, we all shared different experiences…

 

As I walked into the hallway I could not help but feel EXTREMELY claustrophobic in close to a minutes’ time. The hospital was probably anywhere from 65-70 degrees with high humidity; it was like I had stepped into a sauna. It did not help that everyone was so close together due to the lack of space each person had to walk.

It did not matter, though…

At that moment, nothing mattered except for the faces I saw, the cries I heard, and the feeling of my heart being ripped out of my chest.

As I walked down the hallway, everything was pure chaos around me as if I had entered in to some sort of circus. I literally thought that if I spent too much time there, my mind could venture off to a world unknown.

The longer I kept walking, however, every object that surrounded me became one big blur; the only clear vision I had was veered towards each of the patients that I passed. The cries that were coming from the younger children and the voices of the people around me echoed throughout the entire hallway, making me feel as though I was on a movie set.

      When would the director call cut?

                              I couldn’t take it anymore.

 

My team and I were only at the hospital for an hour, but we were able to pray over two children; asking God for healing. The Lord revealed a lot during my short visit and he allowed me to see the real suffering that goes on in the world.

WE ARE SO BLESSED TO LIVE IN THE NATION WE LIVE IN! I know as Americans we hear that a lot, but it is the TRUTH!

 

 

Thank you Jesus for giving me the opportunity to pray for the sick, for breaking my heart for what breaks yours, and for the new profound knowledge that I have received; I will forever keep it close to my heart. Thank you for allowing me to be your eyes, your feet, your heart, your mind, and your hands. It is a pure honor to serve you. Although I am just one person, you see the power within me and continue to work through me-for that I am truly grateful!

                                                            Always with love,

                                                                                 Alisa