I am currently in Cajamarca, Peru.
I have so many amazing stories that I haven’t shared yet, but I plan to.
A man came up to us who only had two weeks to live, he needed a miracle- and the Lord provided.
One of the days when we were in Colombia, one of my closest friends there, Esteban, asked if I would go to the hospital with him to go see his mom before the dinner plans that we had that evening. I agreed without hesitation, and quickly took off with him- not knowing where the hospital was.
We made our way an hour across town in his beat-down, prized possession car. When we got to the hospital I met his mother who radiates joy. She has such a sweetness and joy to her, that she is one of the people who left the biggest impact on me from Colombia and I only met her twice!
She was about to have a serious heart surgery where they cut into her femoral artery and put a camera into her heart to have a look. But, she wasn’t able to take the medicine because of complications with her heart- so they weren’t able to put her under or give her any medication for the surgery.
I prayed and prayed for her, and promised to do my best to return to pray again. Luckily, at the end of the month when we reunited with the rest of the squad, we were only a few miles from the hospital- and this time the whole team went with me to go to pray for Lucy, Esteban’s mom. Before we started praying, Esteban starts gathering more people throughout the hospital for us to pray for- and a crowd starts to form. One of the people that Esteban brought in was a man named Gabriel. Gabriel had been given about two weeks to live and needed a heart donor. He didn’t quite make the list to get a heart, and his only hope was that someone in the immediate area, with the right blood type, who was an organ donor- would die. And, his heart was beating at about 10%, so he couldn’t do very much. Right when we started to pray for everyone, I had a vision. It was of one of my teammates, Stephen, laying hands on Gabriel and leading us in prayer. I ignored it at first because I thought it was my own thoughts and let it go. However it wouldn’t go away so I asked God if it was from Him. It was.
I begged Him to give it to someone else so that I could know it was from Him, but nothing. I asked, “Why Stephen?” “Why don’t you just heal him?” I let it go for about AN HOUR while we prayed and sang praises in the hospital. My hands started to sweat and I couldn’t let it go. Afterwards we stopped praying I let the team know what I had seen, and that I believed that it was from the Lord.
We laid hands on Gabriel and Stephen led us in prayer. Stephen prayed for his true heart condition and it was a prayer I will never forget. Immediately I knew why the Lord had Stephen pray. And I knew why He didn’t heal him in that moment. My faith was stretched in that moment and Stephen prayed for what truly mattered. After we got done praying Gabriel got up and had a different look in his eyes. Healing had begun.
He said how good he felt and that he knew something was different, and he didn’t know how to explain it. We took pictures with him and left celebrating the God’s victory that day.
About two weeks later, right at the last minute, we had news that Gabriel had a heart donor and his new heart was beating at 100%.
The moment that Gabriel looked at me I knew that something was different. More than a new heart, he had hope. And when you have hope, anything is possible.
