The plan for the day was simple: house visits. We were going to the homes of believers to pray for them and encourage them. This was exciting because although the other teams had done this type of thing in India, my team had not.
We started out with an hour walk to the first house. We prayed for a former witch doctor who was now serving the Lord, a prayer warrior woman whose husband had been prominent in politics before he passed, a man who had been healed from paralysis from the waist down. With each house, we were more encouraged with the testimonies we heard and we prayed that God would continue to work in their lives.
After one house in particular, a twelve-year-old boy and his sister continued to follow us. At first we thought it was just because we were Americans and looked different. The assistant pastor proceeded to share with us that the boy had itchy eyes and wanted us to pray for him. One of my squadmates, who is also a nurse, said it looked like pink eye. Circling around him, we laid hands on him and prayed that God would heal him.
It didn’t happen instantaneously like I was hoping.
That’s ok though. We may not always know why he wasn’t healed in that moment. However, our God is still our Healer. That little boy recognized that and had the faith to follow us and ask us to pray for him. Could you imagine the world we would live in if we all had that kind of faith? I believe our world would be a whole lot different. Seeing that kind of child-like faith was so encouraging. I want to have that kind of faith, and I’m praying that God would give you, my reader, that same type of faith.
God bless!
