Jehova Rapha.
Healer.
Good.
All things we call our father. He is all of those things in more.
For small town, southern baptist grace, to walk into training camp and hear that I have the power to walk in ALL the spiritual gifts was wild. It blew my mind. That the Lord could allow me to walk in prophecy, giving, or leadership. I felt so small. but so mighty. That if I ask, I shall receive in His name.
Truthfully, it seemed a little to good to be real. For it to be as easy as “ask and receive”. I didn’t immediately buy in. It took lots of prayer, time, and thought, for me to know that i know that i know, that this is truth. THE truth.
So, since the start of Worldrace, I have decided to intentionally push my limits. To walk out gifts that I may or may not have immediately or naturally stepped into. One of those, is healing. It’s one of those gifts that i keep in the “not so sure, use only for emergencies” part of my brain.
With that being said. and with the Lord working the way He does. He presented me with an emergency, of sorts.
Since i stepped foot into Colombia, specifically the ministry we are serving this month, there has been this sweet grandma. Abulieta I call her. She is everywhere I am. And i was immediately drawn to her warm spirit.
She came to this concert we put on alongside our hosts and the church members. She sat in the corner in the wet weather wrapped in a blanket. She was still in her sweet spirit, but man was she sick. She told me for 5 days she has had a terrible cough and fever. She had been taken medicines and pills but nothing is helping. She was miserable. This sent me into a small panic.
This is my girl. And she is hurting. So, i grabbed those sweet little hands, and prayed big. For God to wipe this illness from her completely, and for him to do it now. I prayed boldly and in His name. She whispered, “thank you Jesus” “yes Jesus” right alongside me. After a minute or two, We hugged and kissed and said see you tomorrow. Both of us going on with our normal nights.
But. And there are always “buts” with Jesus isn’t there?
Sunday morning rolls around, and there she is. No blanket. No seeped in cheeks. Not coughing. She’s just sitting there enjoying the service. And truly, i didn’t think twice about it. Until she came up to me after grinning from ear to ear. She said “your hand your hand”. And then took mine and led me right up to the bilingual pastor. This is what he said:
“She said she had been sick for four or five days. She had been terribly sick. She had a fever and a bad cough. She was taking medicines but nothing had been helping. And then you came up to her, and laid your hands on her, and began to pray. she said this morning she woke
up totally better. she says your hands hold the power God. She’s so thankful”
WOAH. HOLD ON.
It took me a minute to realize what He just said. What the lord just did. And what part i took in it. The father heard my cry. He heard my prayer of boldness to heal my sweet friend. He heard, and allowed me to heal.
Immediately i was covered in goosebumps from head to toe and began thanking the father for this gift He had just given to us. The power to heal. I felt an electricity flowing through my veins. Little ol’ me had been allowed. chosen. entrusted. to walk in that spiritual gift. It still
blows my mind that The lord loves us, and knows us, and hears us so personally and so consistantly. Even when we feel small, or unnoticed or unworthy. Those have actually become some of my favorite things to feel. Because in my weakness He is strong. And where there is less of me, There is more
of Him.
All glory to the father. My father. Your father. Jehova Rapha. Ultimate healer.
