For ministry yesterday my team decided to go out around town to pray for people. This was something that was way out of my comfort zone. Most of the locals only speak Spanish and it can be intimidating asking complete strangers if you can pray for them. However, my team spent about 10 minutes beforehand praying and asking God what he wanted us to look for and asking Him to lead us as we went out. I asked God if there was anyone specific He wanted me to impact. I got the image of an older man, mid-60s with grey hair. I was shocked that the Lord gave me such a specific picture.
My team then went out and began praying for people. After we prayed for multiple people I began to gain more and more confidence, which I know was the Holy Spirit inside of me. My group was standing at a street corner deciding which way we wanted to go, when all of a sudden a man came up to us. He began speaking in Spanish and I could barely understand what he was saying. But I felt the Lord tell me that I needed to keep talking to this man. With what little Spanish I can speak I asked him his name, which he told me was Miguel and I asked if I could pray for him. He immediately replied no and began to tell me that he thought God let go of his hand when he was a little boy. He said that he used to pray to God, but God never answered his prayers. Tears began to fill my eyes. It broke my heart to hear this man say these things. I told him that God loves him and that He never lets us go.
We stood talking on the street for about 20 minutes. I decided to ask again if I could pray for him. This time he said yes. I got to pray over him. I prayed that he would experience God in a real way and be able to experience his love. I prayed that he would know that God is still holding onto his hand. Praying over Miguel was one of the most powerful things I have ever experienced. God opened my eyes to see that if I step out in boldness then He can create space for more encounters like these. Thank you God for leading me to the grey-haired man in the straw hat.
