I have so many experiences here already and we are only half way through. I could sit down for hours talking about everything that has been happening here and what God has done in my heart.
I thought I trusted God before I came on this trip but I had no idea what trust was. Everyday I am forced to cling to Jesus because there is literally nothing else that I can cling to.
We have our ministry, our teammates, and the church that we serve, but even those are solely dependent on God.
We often go to hospitals to pray over people, to pray for healing and salvation for them if they have not received salvation already. But when I go to the hospital, what do I have to give them? Literally the only thing I have for them is Jesus and prayers. And that is what I offer them. We go to the hospital, we plant some seeds for Christ, and we leave. We do not always see progress or miraculous healings, we can only trust that God will grow the seed that we planted.
It’s kind of frustrating sometimes to miss out on the fruits of your labor. To work your face off and see nothing happen as a result.
But that is where faith comes in.
One day when we went to the hospital, there was this 18 year old “man” who was in the surgical ward. He had been followed, and stabbed for trying to stand up for a woman. I saw so much pain in his eyes that did not merely come from his wound. He sat on his bed, with so much defeat in his posture. There were six of us, but I wanted him to see that we were not just a group of white people to come, pray, and leave. I desired to show him that I truly cared about him. So I pulled up a stool and took his hand in mine and we told him about Jesus and who is he through our interpreter. Barriers fell from his eyes, and I saw a fight for his soul by the devil himself. We prayed over him and asked if he would like to accept Jesus as his Savior, and he said yes. So we prayed together, and my teammate gave him their Bible, which was empty in the front cover so I wrote in it with the permission of my teammate, indicating the new owner of this Bible. When we left, something had changed in him. There was fruit of the Holy Spirit in his eyes: joy.
God completely blessed me by allowing me to see change as a result of his good works in me. When I first arrived at the hospital, I felt awkward and weak. But God has shown me his great power in the eyes of a boy.
John 14:6
"Jesus said to him, "I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.""
