I had just been cleared to re-enter society after an illness when a local woman, Sidney, reached out to me asking my husband and I to come talk with her unbelieving parents about faith. 

“Laurie, would you come? Would you meet with my parents? My dad is deathly ill and doesn’t have much time left. Come and pray for them please?” 

How could we say no? 

Except I was exhausted, I slept as late as I could and woke with zero energy. My body and mind were still recovering and regaining strength. I struggled to form logical ideas in my mind. Any other situation, we would have stayed home. 

As we started off in the car, my husband and I prayed, “Lord, we have nothing. But you opened the door for us to go. Fill us with your Spirit. Give us strength. Put your words in our hearts and in our mouths. Let our conversation and our countenance point only to you. God we cannot do anything well on our own today. Our eyes are on you.” 

The language and culture returned to us as we stepped through Sidney’s door. Before long, we found ourselves laughing and crying with her parents as if we had known them for years. 

They asked us our story. We shared our journey and how God had guided us. We shared about the heart transplant that God gives us. And how we know that God is at work in the people around us when the good words of their mouths match their actions, reflecting their hearts.

We shared that we believe Jesus can heal and would they mind if we prayed right there. After a short time of prayer, we bid farewell, not knowing what had been received, but thankful that the Lord had guided our thoughts, minds, and words. 

We found out two days later that the dad had been miraculously healed. The infection had left his body – as had the fluid he had accumulated in his legs – it was all gone. Furthermore, the couple had noticed a deep peace when we had been with them. 

Thanks be to God, He had sustained us and glorified Himself through us.