God formed us and thought of us before we had breath in Him we find our life and being. He’s the great physician and has come for those who are in need of a doctor. Fortunately, that means He came for all of us because we all need a doctor but unfortunately we don’t all recognize that need. His healing comes in a variety of ways but I want to just share a couple stories with you.
There I sat for most of the service on our last full day in Malawi. We hadn’t really planned on preaching and teaching but inside each of us we were already getting used to being on the spot and expecting there would be a chance. Sidenote: a random movie called Tornado is on the tv in front of me and I just happened to hear the line ” brokenness is something we all run away from, but it takes pain to heal the pain. It took a broken Savior to heal the world…” How fitting eh? Anyway, back to what I was saying 🙂 Near the end of the service there was a call to repentence and there was a man in the front on his knees. I felt as though I was to go up there and kneel beside him. As I walked up from the very back I reckognized this man to be the pastor. I knelt beside him and as we prayed together I heard him say “deal with me first, Lord.” These words have been echoed in my heart and have been repeated multiple times since from my own heart.
As I knelt with him, another man came up and bowed low to the ground and God prompted me to join him so I did. As I was praying with him, God put a lot of things on my heart about him and after praying with him for about 10 minutes and some more waiting, I did the next thing I felt God was leading me to do. God wanted me speak a special blessing over this man while urging the congregation to not let him stay the man he was. I had him look me in the eyes and as I started to speak the words on my heart this 6 foot young man (about my age) literally melted to the floor and sobbed like an infant as he received the words spoken over him…
God used this day to help bring healing to the pastor’s heart, to my heart and to this young man’s heart amongst multiple others.
The second story I have for you is about a friend of mine on the bush outreach. He was a lead dancer who would partner up with 
his best friend to dance to the worship which got the Africans all going. This little guy is jacked!!! (ma, that means he’s fit and muscular) Well, one night of outreaches, he comes up to me and says “can you pray for me, my stomach hurts.” I ask him where and he shows me right where his appendix is. I start to pray for him and then went to get some others to come and join me. I mentioned the possibility of it being an appendix to a teammate and he said “well, we’re too far away to get him to anyone that can do anything…” It was then that we realized the seriousness of the matter as I looked at my friend doubled over in pain trying to mask the tears of anguish he was going through. The next hour or two was spent praying over him and then transitioning into praying over those in the village needing prayer. That night he was feeling better and while I am no doctor and can’t prove a thing, I believe that he was healed that night. He didn’t even have a clue to how series that could have been. It makes me wonder how many times God has serious grace and mercy in our lives and we have no idea of what He’s even done…
his best friend to dance to the worship which got the Africans all going. This little guy is jacked!!! (ma, that means he’s fit and muscular) Well, one night of outreaches, he comes up to me and says “can you pray for me, my stomach hurts.” I ask him where and he shows me right where his appendix is. I start to pray for him and then went to get some others to come and join me. I mentioned the possibility of it being an appendix to a teammate and he said “well, we’re too far away to get him to anyone that can do anything…” It was then that we realized the seriousness of the matter as I looked at my friend doubled over in pain trying to mask the tears of anguish he was going through. The next hour or two was spent praying over him and then transitioning into praying over those in the village needing prayer. That night he was feeling better and while I am no doctor and can’t prove a thing, I believe that he was healed that night. He didn’t even have a clue to how series that could have been. It makes me wonder how many times God has serious grace and mercy in our lives and we have no idea of what He’s even done…
