This past Sunday, I had the opportunity to go my friend Dolly’s church. I was super excited to go because visiting churches in different countries is one of my favorite things to do because I love getting to see the different ways they worship and the passion they have. I went in to church not really expecting much because the entire 4 hour service was in Siswati (The local language here), but when you think God won’t move he always moves in a big way. As I’m sitting in the 100 degree church listening to the pastor yell in a different language, baby’s crying around me, and women screaming, I see this young girl walk up to the pastor and ask for prayer for healing. This girl couldn’t have been over 12 years old, and I found it to just walk up there alone to be brave. As she asked the pastor for prayer, and he put his hands on her, she instantly collapsed. The men and women around her caught her and held her tight as she yelled and tried to thrust her way out of their grasp. They started to pray over her and yell back at the girl until she went limp. After they stood her back up the girl walked back to her seat like nothing had ever happen. I later asked my friend Justice what had happened since he was one of the ones to catch her. He told me that she was demon possessed and that they had to cast it out. Being a kid from America, I was in awe because that’s not a very common thing, but the part that got me most is that with all of this going on around us, this young boy came up to me and had me pick him up just to fall asleep in my arms. God really put on my heart how much I desire this, not just to be able to sleep anywhere but to be so comforted and trust that I’m safe in his arms. Fully putting all my problems in his hands is something that I have a hard time with, whether it is ministry that day and what to do and who to talk to, fundraising and hoping that I get enough donations in by February, or even just knowing that he’s always watching over me. It was amazing to watch this young boy put so much faith in me to sleep in my arms, and comparing it to me having a hard time giving my Father and my Creator something as small as fundraising and as simple as who I should talk to at ministry. Imagine what I could be if I gave him everything with this childlike faith.
