I watched as the line of people in front of me grew longer and longer until it wrapped around the inside of these ancient church walls built in the 1800s. They weren’t waiting to see me, but to experience healing from the Ancient of Days. One by one, myself and a team of three Hungarian church members prayed for each person as God healed them of headaches, vision impairment, back pain, and other illnesses. An hour had past when I looked up to see Marian. She leaned heavily on a cane as she slowly walked towards us.
The interpreter explained how the pain was originating in the center of her left leg and went all the way up to her lower back. I asked if she would raise her slacks up so I could see for myself what she was sharing. She agreed and what I saw before me was something I had never laid eyes on in my life. From the center of her leg branched out multiple, deep, dark blue veins showing through her pantyhose. It looked like a New York subway mapped out on her pale skin. In complete awe of what my eyes beheld, I starred at her leg. I had never seen veins protruding like they were forming an identity of their own.
So I waited…not to allow more time for me to take in this site or to commit this moment to memory. Not to think about what I would say next or contemplate whether God was big enough to heal this woman.
I waited on the Lord.
My interpreter waited.
Fifty people waited in line behind her for prayer.
We all stood awaiting the Lord’s instructions.
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