Currently in: Dragonesti-Olt, Romania
I didn’t know her name.
I was at a church service in Bulgaria and our contact asked us to pray for individuals in the church, so each one of us chose a person to approach.
I assumed she didn’t answer my question because she didn’t understand English. She was an older woman. She pointed to her throat and her head. So I rested my arm with hers and started praying. I prayed for healing in her body. I prayed for healing in her heart. And that the Spirit would touch her. Half way through the prayer, she started sobbing. Speaking only in English, I was taken aback. But it wasn’t about me, and the words I was saying.
While she didn’t understand me, He has no bounds. He speaks to everybody in their own way. And that evening reminded me of the Holy Spirit, which I needed more than anything at that moment. It was my first country in Europe after three months in Africa. We were cleaning nonstop at a conference center, and I fought to remind myself every day to be aware of His unfailing presence.
After the prayer, another woman told me that the lady I was praying for was mute and had been mute for the past seven years. While I didn’t see her miraculously healed on the spot, I saw a miracle that was much bigger than that. I saw Him speak to her through the Spirit. I saw Him tell this woman that He has not forgotten about her. That He still loved her. And that He was and is still there right beside her.
