On Thursdays we do something called ATL’s (ask the Lord) basically we go to the place where we do ministry and we literally ask the Lord who he wants us to talk to, pray for, etc.
Our whole first week of ministry I asked God to not only show up each day but to show off.
Each day I honestly felt disappointed, nothing crazy, super natural, or just amazing was happening. I knew God was capable but He just wasn’t doing anything I asked of him.
So, Thursday came and I was frustrated and discouraged. I asked God one more time to really show up and to show off.
As we began we shut our eyes and asked God what he wanted us to do, people in the group got different things from the Lord, wether it be talking to a lady in a green shirt or a little boy with a Spider-Man shirt, or a woman sweeping.
We split off and went to walk and pray. My group really wasn’t getting too
Much from God until BOOM.
We were standing on a hill type thing over looking part of the town when a boy in my group asked what the other two girls had saw from the Lord. One had seen a woman in a pink shirt and the other a woman in a purple shirt sweeping.
He said let’s kill two birds with one stone, there’s a woman in her home in the pink and purple shirt sweeping.
We walked down the hill and fear and doubt suddenly plagued me-this was crazy. We were interrupting some poor lady’s day to pray with her. I thought she would yell
at us. She would be mad. Her dog would attack us. This wasn’t really what God wanted.
But none the less we walked up to what we assumed was this lady’s door (wood planks) and knocked.
We waited in awkwardly for the lady to come and answer.
Me, being the only one who spoke Spanish was extra freaking out.
Finally, after what felt like 20 years the door opened and an old, Mayan lady stuck her head out.
I said Hi and asked if we could pray for her. She said no at first because we were not members of her church but as we talked to her more she opened up. Explaining that she was poor, that she could not stand on her foot and the doctors didn’t know why.
After talking to her longer I asked, again, if we could pray for her.
This time she said yes.
We prayed for her once, just for her health.
We prayed again. This time we laid hands on her. My hand was on the leg of her bad foot.
As we prayed I felt something in her leg jump, I told myself I was crazy.
I asked her if we could pray for her again.
This time we felt the spirit. I felt something in her leg jump again. She began crying.
We stopped praying and I asked her what was wrong. She said she felt something moving in her body, the Holy Spirit.
We prayed again. This time me and another team mates hand were on her foot. As we all prayed, she cried out to God. And God showed up.
We literally felt the inside of her foot move. In our hands.
We stopped praying and asked her how she was. She said she felt better. Unfortunately we didn’t get to talk after that, we had to catch our bus.
God showed up, but more importantly he showed off.
