Her face showed the intensity of her pain as she walked slowly towards me with the assistance of a stick that looked to be a cane. She explained how God had healed her eyes only the year before and she believed that God could heal her back and legs. So, with her faith and mine we believed and prayed together.
The first time we prayed, she threw the cane in the floor about two feet away.
We prayed the second time and she started to walk away from me with a limp, but no cane for support. She said the pain was decreasing, but God wasn’t done.
We prayed a third time and we watched in amazement as her leg grew out. Now she was walking without a limp and the pain had decreased a little more.
We prayed a fourth time and she started stomping her leg so hard on the ground that I thought she would surely throw out her leg again and we would have to pray again.
She walked away with no pain and no cane.
(She left her cane with me.)
Thank you, Jesus!
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The cool Hungarian night made me even more sleepy than the 1:00 am hour. Myself and three friends were celebrating while we walked to the car. The excitement was in awe of all we had just seen God perform in the church service.
The service began with 30 minutes of sharing stories of God healing others , then we spent the next four hours praying for people who needed healing. Seeing God heal people never gets old and it’s worth every ounce of exhaustion we were feeling in that moment.
Between the four of us, we had separately hosted healing services in over 30 countries. Jokingly, one of my friends asked me if I had ever seen a blind person healed? This particular friend was far more travelled than me and had not only seen a blind person healed, but also seen three dead people raised to life. Radical….I know, right? LOL!! That still happens today.
I had seen God heal eyes many times so people wouldn’t have to wear their prescription glasses anymore, but never a blind person healed. Perhaps if God would send a blind person, I would have the opportunity.
The following day, we returned to the church rested and ready for the second service. Two hours passed as people approached us one–by-one for healing prayer. Never did I think that a joking conversation would turn into reality this quick.