Several weeks ago a series of events led me to reach out to friends who have been overseas for nearly 30 years as missionaries. We have not talked in quite some time and as a result of some events taking place here in the U.S. felt they needed to hear from me. We talked for 35-40 minutes and as the conversation began to wind down, I conveyed to them that they were not forgotten, that they were not alone and that they have a legacy left here in the U.S. just as they were leaving there in the Ukraine. When I finished the sentence my friend said to me that this call was no coincidence . He said for the past few weeks they have been discouraged, feeling alone, and forgotten. The two were glad to have me make the call and that what had been placed on my heart was exactly what they needed to hear. I was overwhelmed by the event to think God used me to strengthen weary hands halfway around the world, and that can happen possibly everyday here, at home, at work or wherever I go.
For several years I have had severe pain in the joints in my hands. The pain also caused weakness to the point that there were days when I could not even grip the lid on a bottle of pop tight enough to open it. Even picking up small a item was very painful if not sometimes impossible. I work in an auto body shop so I use my hands constantly and many days I would have to take several Aleve to make doing my job tolerable. Two Sundays ago I came to Lifepointe like any other Sunday other than my hands were bothering me more than normal. Through out the service I found myself rubbing the joints in my hands several times. I thought to myself as I always have, Its just the price of getting older and being so hard on my hands my whole life. I never thought the pain would go away and sadly I never prayed for it to go away. Near the end of worship Drew prayed for healing and in that moment the pain instantly disappeared. I have full strength back in my hands and the pain is completely gone. Jehovah Rapha!!!