It expands my faith to know that God is not limited to working in ways I can understand. –Sandra Byrd

After the group that we had Sunday, one of the precious mother’s that held her 8 month old closely asked if we could come to her house to talk. A mother that looked so strong sitting there that later came with a reminder that we never know what another human being is fighting and battling with inside. I think we are all guilty of putting on smiles that aren’t always the realest thing going on in our lives. And that vulnerability is vital.

Two days later we got to visit her home. Their one room thatched roof house with dirt floors that was a home to 6 children and a mother and a father. It was their safe place. Where smiles happened and tears flowed. Where family meals happened and birthdays were celebrated. Where memories were made and histories were built. It was their home just like we have ours. Only sometimes we forget to be so grateful for ours.

I had a previous knowledge that this precious baby was a debate for abortion prior to her birth. Not because she didn’t love her, but because she did. The parents could barely afford the other five so they questioned if they could care for the 6^th. But they decided to give her life. And I look into her eyes full of life and hope and praise because I know that God has a special and perfect plan for this child. I know that God made every hair on her head and knows her innermost parts. He designed her so flawlessly and He won’t ever stop loving her and caring for her.

As the mother began to talk, tears began to flow. Tough questions she asked as she is walking into the beginning knowledge of getting to know her Heavenly Father. Questions such as “Why did God give me a sick baby?” and “Why does it have to be this way?” Pneumonia and no money for care or treatment and a serious debate of giving her away so that someone else can take better care of her. I can’t imagine the helpless suffering in a mother’s heart who knows her child is so sick but can do nothing about it. I can’t imagine the pain she is enduring day in and day out. Those questions I can’t answer. But those questions I do know have His promises behind every bad thing that happens, and that- I can answer. Just like our story, for everything that the enemy meant for evil, God meant for good. And He is faithful and He loves His precious children more than we ever could.

As I held that baby and watched the mother pour her heart out, it took everything I had to not burst into tears. These are going to be those tough moments that we endure here that we have no other choice but putting those precious souls into the hands of God and fervently praying over them in person and apart from them. That’s where I am going to need you to help us pray because the power of prayer is mighty and He still performs miracles every moment of every day. Stepping into what we would call “so little here”, we get to see miracles first hand unlike anything I’ve ever experienced that are becoming “so much” to this heart of mine.

I held that sick child close to me and whispered prayers of prosperity and healing. We loudly prayed over that child and we prayed over that hurting mother.

God, just let her know you are close to her, heal them in ways that instill a faith in you like never before if there is a single question in her heart. Show her what a miracle feels like and give her hope where there is none.

I can’t say that we saw that precious child healed right there in front of us but I can say that she began to smile and play after prayer. A smile we had yet to see. And my heart believes that that was just the beginning of the miracle. Not because of us, but because of God’s perfect plan and faithful love.

God, I know you are taking care of the rest in your ever so precious and perfect time. Give me a faith to trust in that and to lean on you like never before in a moment where I want to jump in and help. You are the healer, not me. To be love is to be loved by you. God, I need you close in these moments where it rips my heart out. Where I can’t see what comes next. But I thank you that it draws me closer to you than ever before. And if this is what it takes, flood me with moments like this. More of you and less of me.