Today is Wednesday, prayer meeting day at Church of Our Saviour, my church. I was working on some articles for Lifehack, and at around lunchtime, I was thinking, I'd just have lunch at the church canteen. So, at around 1:30 pm, I went there looking for food. There was fried chicken, but the rice had been kept in the ref, so I decided to look for chow somewhere else.
I found myself crossing the street to the neighboring store to grab a bite. After eating, I went to the coffee shop inside COOS and ordered cappuccino.
While sipping my favorite brew, I read the Word and a few minutes later, a lady entered the cafe. She started talking to the other lady having coffee. She narrated that she has been spending so much for medical bills for someone (I wasn't sure who that someone she was referring to since I was reading), who frequently have seizures when having fever and that she was worried about that person (I suspected it was her). And she rambled on, her doc declared she needed to go through more tests, more visits to the clinic, more medical checks, so she blurted out more complaints about too much bills, and all.
The lady sounded troubled and while I continued listening, I realized that she was extremely stressed, and worried about her health, and the health of her family.
As she was expressing her concerns, I felt compassion for her so I looked toward her direction. She glanced back at me and smiled. I felt a strong urge to ask her just to be sure if she was the one who was sick. She told me, no, it was her son.
To pacify her, I told her, as a child, I was sickly, but despite that, I still excelled in school. She voluntarily shared her son was 1st honor last year. With that revelation I knew God was up to something again (I didn't know her son did well in his academics and continue to do so), so I asked her and her friend, "Would you like to pray?"
Without any hesitation, they agreed.
I went beside them and started to pray.
Upon completing my prayer for their sons and for their families, I wilyly squeezed in a prayer, or more like insinuated that if they would accept Jesus in their hearts someday we'd all be in heaven enjoying each other's company.
I knew they agreed because when I was through, I saw the same expression on their faces -- RELIEF.
They said their "thank you's" and I said "bye" knowing I did what God wanted me to do on that specific moment.
Praise God for using me to touch lives. He is an truly an awesome God!
I found myself crossing the street to the neighboring store to grab a bite. After eating, I went to the coffee shop inside COOS and ordered cappuccino.
While sipping my favorite brew, I read the Word and a few minutes later, a lady entered the cafe. She started talking to the other lady having coffee. She narrated that she has been spending so much for medical bills for someone (I wasn't sure who that someone she was referring to since I was reading), who frequently have seizures when having fever and that she was worried about that person (I suspected it was her). And she rambled on, her doc declared she needed to go through more tests, more visits to the clinic, more medical checks, so she blurted out more complaints about too much bills, and all.
The lady sounded troubled and while I continued listening, I realized that she was extremely stressed, and worried about her health, and the health of her family.
As she was expressing her concerns, I felt compassion for her so I looked toward her direction. She glanced back at me and smiled. I felt a strong urge to ask her just to be sure if she was the one who was sick. She told me, no, it was her son.
To pacify her, I told her, as a child, I was sickly, but despite that, I still excelled in school. She voluntarily shared her son was 1st honor last year. With that revelation I knew God was up to something again (I didn't know her son did well in his academics and continue to do so), so I asked her and her friend, "Would you like to pray?"
Without any hesitation, they agreed.
I went beside them and started to pray.
Upon completing my prayer for their sons and for their families, I wilyly squeezed in a prayer, or more like insinuated that if they would accept Jesus in their hearts someday we'd all be in heaven enjoying each other's company.
I knew they agreed because when I was through, I saw the same expression on their faces -- RELIEF.
They said their "thank you's" and I said "bye" knowing I did what God wanted me to do on that specific moment.
Praise God for using me to touch lives. He is an truly an awesome God!
