Lord, I trust You…or do I?
Just 3 nights into ministry in the Morekebu village this past week, we were woken up by moaning. I thought it would stop or decrease, but it didn’t. Should I go investigate the problem? Is it culturally acceptable to see if my host is okay? What if I embarrass her? These are the questions that plagued my mind for at least 15 minutes. Finally, I got up and walked to her room to check on her. When I walked in, I immediately knew we had to pray. I checked with the other girl in the room to see if it was okay for us to pray over her. She agreed. Then, before I even had a change to get the others, they were in the room with me.
Helen was a 24 year old woman staying in our “house” with us. That night, she was lying in her bed absolutely miserable. We prayed. We prayed hard. We prayed harder. Nothing seemed to change. We read Scripture, pleaded the blood of Jesus, sang worship songs. Eventually, transportation was arranged and she was taken to the clinic in Tororo.
I struggled that night. I prayed to see healing on this trip. My heart was in the right plase, but God still didn’t perform a miracle. After wrestling that night, I realized that I wasn’t trusting in God’s will. God has the right to choose not to heal someone immediately. Looking back, I can see how He used that night for even more than I had imagined He could. I learned what it means to fervently pray. I experienced unity with my teammates, praying with one purpose with all sincerity. And I saw God heal. Helen was at the clinic for 2 days and never saw a doctor. Yet 2 days later, she played with children with us, cooked lunch for us, and fellowshiped with her friends. She was in deep pain that persisted, yet never received any care..yet just a couple days later she was perfectly normal. What an awesome God..He did heal her! Maybe not how I expected, but He fixed whatever was wrong with her. Why do I ever doubt Him?
