During PVT we got to be in charge of our sessions and on the last night I shared an encouraging word about something I have learned on the World Race.
Since I have to follow notes when I speak in order to stay on topic I have a written version of what I shared!
After sharing it I decided it was something I should share with everyone, so here it is!
So tonight I want to share about miracles.
I experienced my first miracle at birth but have the memory of the first one when I was around 12. God moved a mountain. And I mean a legit big hunk of earth: mountain.
Then a few months later I was at a conference and accepted Jesus into my heart for the first time for real. I had prayed the prayer countless times before that but this was the time when I knew what I was doing.
This was my first tangible experience with the Holy Spirit.
I knelt on the floor and accepted everything Jesus had done for me and gave my life over to Him. I put my faith in Him and I declared Him Lord over my life.
I felt so much love, I began to cry thinking about how much God must love me to send His son to die for me.
And then someone hugged me as I cried and I felt even more love through that hug, but when I looked up no one was there. God was hugging me.
A few years later I went to Panama on a mission trip and God showed up! He knew where we needed to be so He made sure we ended up there. Our village was taken by other missionaries so we ended up in a small town called Torti.
The amount of evident moves of God on the trip were more than my little 16 year old brain could have ever imagined.
A women’s leg grew three inches, another women who had an open and infected skin condition ended up with completely clear skin two days later and a demon possessed man was set free.
Throughout my life I’ve had countless family members and friends healed from terrible accidents or illnesses but even after all of that God has shown me something new on this trip.
I can’t even tell you how many people we have prayed over during these last 8 months. I’ve felt congestion leave a little baby’s chest and seen sprained ankles healed. But God wanted me to realize something even better than these physical healings.
He showed me this in India.
We were praying over a women named Syeptim with a broken hip she was a devout Hindu to the point of having matted hair because she believed it showed that her gods were with her.
We prayed and prayed and prayed for her hip.
She even told us if she was healed she would cut off her matted hair and follow God the rest of her life. I felt the pressure but God had a better idea.
He never healed her hip but he guided her straight into the yard where the church was being held when we stood her up to see if He had healed her hip. There she heard the gospel and accepted Christ. She still had a broken hip but, her soul was healed. She smiled for the first time and the joy of the Lord shined through her.
Even though she is going to continue in the physical pain of this earth for a little while, she now has eternity with the Heavenly Father to look forward to and there there will be no pain and no sorrow.
On this race God has taught me that physical miracles are great and He loves to do them but it’s the miracles of the soul that are the more important.
I’ve witnessed so many BIG physical acts of God, but none of them are as great and important as the miracle He has already done by sending His one and only Son to die for us so that He may offer us salvation.
As we go into this time of worship I want to encourage you to reflect on that. On the free gift of salvation that God has offered us. Whether it’s reflecting on your
