This week my husband and I were to go together on an outreach to another island, but I woke up with fever and abdominal sickness, and we both decided that I should stay home.
We recently hired a woman named *Sarah to do some of the clinic laundry. She is in her fifties, her face carrying shadows o many years of brokenness. God was stirring in me, whispering to me just a glimpse of His heart for Sarah, and even that small glimpse filled my eyes with tears. I felt clearly in my spirit that God's plans were about loving this beautiful one and not about me going to Palawan. I waited excitedly to see what He would do. He never disappoints.
When I looked at Sarah, I saw a women with her head hung low, her eyes downcast, her spirit heavy.
She has come from a past full of hardship and loss, and I felt that she somehow believed that she deserved it.
Our first day together I began to love her with all that was in me. I asked God to pour His love out of me, onto her, and cover her like a warm blanket.
She began to share her heart in small pieces, little by little, trusting me with the deep places in her soul. I would hold her and we would pray, and tears began to fall. "You are so valuable," I told her, " God sees your heart as a treasure, He loves you with a passion no person could ever show you. He sees your pain, and holds every tear."
"No one ever told me that I was valuable," she whispered. "Of course that is why I do not believe I am."
She told me that last year Francis had given her a book and she while reading it, learned the way to come into relationship with Jesus. She had prayed and asked Him to come and save her, but she was feeling so unworthy, and did not know how to grow.
"Sarah, God has written your name on His hand, He says you are His beloved daughter. He has freedom, life, and a future for you that is filled with hope. There is no condemnation for you."
She laid her head on my shoulder and wept, a flood of relief, new-found freedom, and still the pain of wounds that are not yet healed.
That night I asked if I could serve her and rub her tired feet. As I massaged, I felt a lump on both feet where the pressure point for the thyroid is located. I asked her if there was a problem with her thyroid. "Yes!," she said, pulling the hair away from her neck she tilted her head back. I could see a small mass where her thyroid was enlarged, but she went on to tell me, "For many years now, I choke on my food and cannot swallow, and often I cannot breathe very well." I realized that her goiter (enlarging thyroid) was growing inward instead of outward, and cutting off her airway as well as blocking her esophagus. I asked if I could pray healing over her, because our God is her healer. I touched her thyroid and asked God to show her His power and love by healing her.
The next morning she greeted me with a smile. Hugging me she said, "When you prayed last night, I suddenly can breathe well, and today I feel this lump getting smaller." Her eyes sparkled with life, and with the realization that her God cares for her, and will take care of her every need.
Today I look at Sarah and I see a radiant woman whose heart is healing, whose head is held high with confidence, whose smile is wide, eyes sparkling with joy.
She has been a daughter of the king for a while now, but never knew what that meant, or the abundant life that God has for her...
I revel as I watch her, seeing with fresh eyes that the hope that God gives us makes us soar with new wings. He means it when He says He has a future and hope for us, plans to prosper us.
Sometimes it takes brokenness for us to realize His undying love and out of that brokenness comes beauty that we could not imagine.