As I was waiting in a long line of humans to get my passport stamped for Lesotho, I caught a women’s glance at me. She said something to me and a few others around but I couldn’t quite hear her so I walked up to where she was sitting. She told us that she saw some people praying over someone and that she needed prayer also. She began telling us a little about her life, sharing about her diabetes and her messy life; a stranger, opening up to other strangers. You have to be almost hopeless to find a type of courage to reach out to a complete stranger showing vulnerability. But this women was not yet hopeless, she had been searching for hope and grasped onto anything giving her the slightest piece of hope. We are able to give her hope that she could hold onto for the rest of her life, Jesus. When she was speaking about her life she emphasized that it was a “mess” and that she couldn’t see things clearly. While she was speaking, The Lord gave me the word “clarity”. I was hesitant at first to tell her because I wasn’t sure if it would mean anything to her but I knew she needed it. So I told her that the Lord had just given me the word “clarity” to share with her, not knowing how she would receive it. But I saw it, I saw a glimpse of hope in her eyes after the Lord spoke that word over her. With the little English she knew, she told me how she needed clarity in her life because she felt her life was a mess, and that she was dealing with diabetes and other things she couldn’t speak of. So we laid our hands on her and began to pray over her life, for clarity.
No matter where we are, whether we’re crossing the border or eating at a restaurant, there are always opportunities to speak truth over someone’s life. The word clarity means so much more to me now and I’m still discovering it.
