When I signed up for The World Race, I had heard amazing stories from alumni about prophecies and healings. Trying not to go into this year with high expectations, healing was one expectation that I did have.
As ministry this month lead us to people in pain, and potentially dying, I grew hopeful of the expectation that I have carried these eight months. At the Hope House, our ministry was easy—playing cards, watching movies, or talking with the patients. However, week after week of our prayers seemingly being unanswered, I began to wonder if our ministry was futile.
On our last day of visiting the Hope House, we held a concert for the residents. One particular resident, Margaret, couldn’t get out of bed to attend the concert. When we were finished, my teammate, Kim, and I walked to her house to give her a private concert. We told her that we would sing her favorite song: “Amazing Grace”.
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost, but now am found;
Was blind, but now I see.
As we were singing, I couldn’t help but think why haven’t you healed this woman, God? She had been in the same position on her bed the entire month we visited, never complaining about her aches and pains unless we asked. And every time we visited, we would pray over her. Now, on our last day, there was no physical improvement and yet all we were doing was singing?
After the song, I told her that it was our last day. She began to cry. “Every week I look forward to Tuesdays and Fridays because I know I will see you all,” she said. “But I know that we will meet again at Jesus’ feet.”
This woman, not even physically able to get out of bed, showed her faith more than I had. She knew where she was going and was excited to be there.
What an awesome day that will be when we will be reunited at Jesus’ feet, singing and dancing because we have no aches, pains, or worries anymore.
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost, but now am found;
Was blind, but now I see.
