Well, Mondays are our off days around here, so we just retreat to the city and get on the internet. One of the pastors had asked Jake and I to visit his house in the afternoon. So once we were done with the internet, we boarded a minibus to head to his house. After talking to an extremely drunk man who was from “Austria, Australia”, our pastor met us at the bus stop and we headed to his house.
We sat at his house for a while and just learned more about him and the dreams that he has. He wants to be a missionary to the USA one day. Yeah, we could definitely use him in the States! This man is absolutely gifted with the ability to preach and love on people in his congregation. Anyway, as time is winding down and it is time for us to head back to our home, the pastor asks if we could do some house visits. Welcome to Africa, where everyday you have the potential to make house visits. So Jake and I obliged and we headed off to make some house visits.
Over the last few weeks, I have been tuning out the emotional side of my spirit. Many of the people in this area just try to start conversations here to manipulate you, curse you out, or ask you for money, so I usually walk the streets like a zombie, so I can get to my intended destination on time. Since I had done that, it has been hard to be emotionally attached to the people that we go to visit. Well, today, God changed that.
As Jake, the pastor, and I walked down the street munching on some grilled corn on the cob, the pastor pointed to a house that he wanted us to visit. When we walked up I saw a woman around 30 years sitting on the front door steps. I greeted her and quickly noticed her daughter sitting next to her. I looked into this five year old girl’s eyes and saw the most despair I had ever seen in anyone’s eyes in my entire life. She was so sick that she barely had the energy to lift her hand to shake mine. She was so skinny that you could see just about every bone in her arm and on her shoulders. The pastor informed Jake and I that she had been sick for about a month. The doctors diagnosed her with malaria and put her on malaria medications. The medication had done nothing to improve her health. There she was, suffering and sick. I could almost see the life slipping out of her. As the pastor was telling about how the malaria medicine had done no good, something started happening to me that hadn’t happened in a while. I began to cry. My heart was breaking for this little girl that was slowly slipping away. As the pastor got done telling her story, he looked at me and asked for me to pray for her. I nearly jumped out of my chair at this opportunity. I got out of my seat, and asked if I could hold this girl’s hands. Her mother said that was fine. While I was praying for her, I could feel her hand gripping mine tighter. She was squeezing so hard, and I felt her falling backwards a few times. She was so exhausted from fighting this disease that she barely had the energy to hold my hand and sit up during the prayer.
When we were done, the pastor asked if we were ready to leave, but my Spirit said that we weren’t. I walked over and sat down in front of this girl and I felt that the Lord had something to say to her. I told the pastor that he didn’t need to translate. Our Lord is powerful enough to convey His message to His children however He wills. I just began talking to this little girl and proclaiming things over this girl. I could tell that something insider of her was understanding what I was saying. I could see a little bit of life returning to this girl’s eyes. These eyes that were completely empty and devoid of life just ten minutes ago, were beginning to be filled with life again. I wished I could say that she was completely healed before we walked out of that house, but as we walked away she just sat on the couch still pretty zoned out due to lack of energy.
In short, this isn’t a story of healing inside of this little girl, but it was a story of healing inside my spirit. As someone who has walked into the gift of intercession and healing, it was crucial for me to regain this part of my spirit. Thank you God for sending the most random of circumstances to get my attention and put me back on the path that you want me to be on.
Minor update- Jake and Micah went back to that house today, and Micah pretty much did the same exact thing that I did. She just took some time to speak life and truth into this girl. Jake said that he felt the atmosphere shift a little bit, and he said that the girl had a little rejuvenation in her spirit.
