Don’t worry, this one is NOT about food…
As we were walking around a gypsy village yesterday, we were
led to a house. The gypsy family living there told us a woman named Kati needed
prayer for her ankle because she had a hard time walking on it and it was
swollen. So when we were done praying for her ankle, she said she felt a little
better. Honestly, I do have a little harder time believing we healed her in
that moment but I am working on my faith in healing daily.
Not to say a miracle did not happen in that house but the
real story is about what happened in the next house…
We all thought we were done walking around the villages for
the day. So, we started to walk back towards the bus station when our contact
suggested that we still walk for a little while until a bus comes. So, we
walked a couple minutes down the road until we saw a woman holding two chickens
upside down like she was about to take them somewhere. Our contact stopped and
said something in Romanian. A couple minutes later he translated for us that
the woman had been praying to God, asking him to send people to heal her mother
who was sick. And there we were.
At first, we were led to a separate room, away from the
woman’s mother, Catalina. As usual, we were asked to sing for them (I never
know why we’re asked to sing but we always are) When we were finished, the
woman began to sing for us. That is when I lost it. From the moment she opened
her mouth until the moment we left the house, I could not stop crying. She
sounded EXATLY like my grandmother when she sings…beautiful.
Then, my angel walked in. He wasn’t wearing white, didn’t
have a halo over his head and definitely didn’t have wings (unfortunately,
because that would make an even better story) He was wearing a black suit, had
a black brimmed hat and a grey beard. He began to sing with the woman too but
could only catch some words every now and then. I could not take my eyes off of
him the entire time though. I felt my spirit pulling me closer and closer
towards him. I really can’t explain it any other way. I tried to close my eyes
but I could not stop staring at him and bawling every time I did. I knew I had
to touch him. Actually, I felt I should stand up and hug him right in the
middle of his singing but I knew if I did that, I would not be able to control
my crying so I just sat there.
As we started praying, his stance changed to face me. Then,
he sat down on a bed, facing me. (He was inches away from me) I was staring
right at his face. I could see my own grandfather through him and because of
that, I think that’s when I was opened to the Holy Spirit in the room. Then, he
knelt down beside the bed, almost touching me. I had to make sure I was still
breathing because at points, I could not really control my breaths or my crying
because the spirit was so strong. Finally, I listened and placed my hand on his
shoulder as he was kneeling. I instantly felt peaceful again. I bawled more,
but felt so much better. My hand would not stop tingling and I could not stop
crying. (The man probably thought I was crazy)
After the man and some other people left the room, Alysa and
I decided to pray for a woman’s ankle. Kaitlyn anointed her foot with chap
stick (yes you read it right…chap stick) and she continued to pray too. Then, I
tried to take her cane away from her but she wouldn’t let me. She tucked it
under her arm (no longer supporting herself) and stood up…straight…Let me just
say that when she first walked into the room, her body was perpendicular to the
floor and she supported her entire body weight on her cane. If standing up
straight without using her cane for any support at all is not a miracle, then I
don’t know what is!
Later that night, at feedback (our daily team time where we
give each other words of encouragement and constructive words) Lauren told me
that both her and Kaitlyn knew I was used as the vessel for the spirit in our
healing that day. They said they knew this when my angel was in the room with
them while they were praying over Catalina (in a separate room than where I was
at the time) and he stood up, looked at the ceiling and started crying. Kaitlyn
said he kept saying “Jesus” and then pointing to her and pointing up to the
ceiling. She said he continued to do this for a while and believed he literally
saw Jesus because his eyes were opened from the spirit I had transferred to him
from my body!
This may sound crazy to a lot of people. Honestly, if I
wasn’t there, I would think it was insane and don’t know if I would truly
believe it or not because yesterday was the first day I can honestly say I KNEW
someone was going to be healed and had faith that it was going to happen.
Anyway, take it or leave it but I healed someone yesterday
and helped my angel literally see Jesus and I was used as a vessel for all of
this! Awesome.
