Chinese dried meat shop
Julie and I are in Asia, exploring you can say, before heading back to the states. We started the beautiful day off with prayer and thanksgiving to the Lord for this nation and the gift it is to be able to just have an adventure. After walking the streets, listening to jazz, sampling delicious foods, and enjoying nightlife, we head back toward the hostel. We notice we are followed by 3 woman in somewhat matching attire. If you can imagine old-school asian-suits, about 30 years old, smelly and stained that was their attire. One of the women had a crutch and we immediately noticed that her left leg was incredibly shorter than her right. She held out her hand to beg for money from us, and instead we offered to buy them a meal. (which, by the way, they speak asian dialect, we speak English, so this all goes down through sign language and facial expression). The woman with the crutch leads the other four of us to the nearest food stand, they each decided this stand did not suffice and we proceeded to the next just a few steps away… nope still didn’t have what they wanted (I guess) so we went into a little convenient store down the road. So we all file into this little store and Julie and I watch as each of their handfuls get bigger and bigger. Snacks, crackers, packaged noodles, chicken in a zip-lock, soymilk, and who knows what else, were then piled high on the counter for purchase. In my mind: “dear Father, help me love them, this is not my money but your own, but dear Lord, I just feel a bit abused right now… oh my.. is she getting MORE crackers?� But Julie, paid for the first batch of food and I gave money for the rest. Now, I did notice their smiles towards us. Sweet. Ok now for the juice, so we walk outside and they thank us over and over and begin to open up their sacks of food… I stand there in awe of their excitement and hunger while Julie starts to follow the woman with the crutch down the road a bit. I come to, and realize Julie has the woman now sitting on a little bench-type seat on the sidewalk…. BINGO this is a time for the Father to heal her. So of course I want in on the encounter! We both lay our hands on her leg and begin to release the power of Him. Now, I want you to do something while you read this, I want you to sit with your legs together and place your right forearm horizontally across both legs; about mid-thigh range… now, keep your elbow planted still and move your hand of your right arm nearly onto your left knee cap. Sit there, look at the distance your hand moved from where it was when it was horizontal on your thigh. This was about the length this woman’s leg grew! Yes, I just said it. Her leg GREW in His name. The blood of Him paid the price for this daughters healing and He simply put us near her to usher in the victory of the cross. Amen, thank you Lord! It was thrilling! She even tried to pay us for the healing! Ha! Now honestly I FELT and SAW this leg growing, in all reality it grew around 5 or 6 inches in about 7-10 minutes! One more part, we were still praying and releasing Jesus into this woman when both of us just came to a halt. Julie (awesome) busted out THE book in their language, and gives it to her… right after this exchange went on three police men peddle their bikes right in front of us. Now, this stuff… all illegal. Super Illegal. illegal. So the timing of HIM was amazing. It’s another miracle that the He protected us and her in this time! Holler!! Woah, even to think back on that awesome moment makes me laugh and celebrate the truth of who we are as Sons and Daughters. We have authority. We have the power by the great One and resurrection the Lover.
So that’s the scoop! Thanks for reading and celebrating life and victory!
Jazz bar, of course.
