So in the middle of homeschool (which had turned into a lesson on forgiveness and love) we got a call from someone I didn't know. She said she was a friend of the man who we prayed for and had woke within a few hours from the coma and could I pray for her niece who could not absorb any nutrients into her body since the chemo for the leukemia. I asked if they wanted me to come and she said yes and gave me a few details of what floor of the hospital her niece was on. We stopped our discussion and Skinny Man and I left for the 1 1/2 hr drive. We prayed in tongues together on the way and prayed for the young woman. When we arrived in the city and parked, a man was walking towards us with an injured arm in a cast like contraption. I asked what happened and saw his hand was severely cut. I asked to pray and he said no, but I found myself touching his hand anyway and praying over the stitches and lacerations and could feel how new it was (as if I could feel the restoration process that the body was involved with). It seems I have lost the social etiquette when it comes to healing. Go Holy Spirit! LOL!
Then we entered the hospital and had to find reception and the lady behind the counter was shaking her head in frustration after she gave the man she was speaking to directions. I asked if she was having a bad day and took her hand and prayed for God's blessing on the rest of her day. Then up the elevator. We could have stood in front of the elevator and prayed all day. Anyway we arrive on the 7th floor and the young woman wasn't there but there were 3 other beds with patients being attended to. We were directed where she was across the street in the church lawns. I found the group and asked if she was there. Her mother pointed to where she was. (As they were all strangers; but not for long)
One of the young woman's relatives, a teen aged boy was standing nearby in the church garden and I said hello and noticed he had a bandage on his hand. I asked what happened and he told me with an embarrassed look that he had had a fight and had severed some tendons. I looked at him and said God will heal that no matter how you got it. I said let’s pray for that and asked for his hand. I prayed the first time and he had improvement. I prayed again and it was better. I told him let’s get 100% that’s what Jesus wants and when I stopped he said it was good. I laughed and asked if that was because he wanted to get rid of me and he said no, it’s good and started talking to his mate, laughing, in unbelief because he could barely move it before and now he was bending it and flexing it. I touched both their faces and said Jesus made you and He loves you and cautioned the young man who just got healed to take care of that hand.
From there we exited the hospital and found a man sitting on the stairs with a crutch. I asked him what happened and he told me a detailed story of how he contracted Hepatitis B. I asked to pray and when I laid hands on him, I could feel the presence of God enter in. He had a peace that was already his but the Lord filled him up. He said he was a Christian although he was not living as such and I was so glad I didn’t need to moralise his situation and correct him but simply minister the healing that was already his.
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Shalom brother,
Jessie