Do you ever consider your life is a gift from God? Perhaps I should go a step further and ask a second question. Do you ever consider your life is a gift for someone else?
I recently returned from a trip to Benin, West Africa. Before I began the journey, I asked God, “What do you want me to do? How can I be of help?” His answer was brief and to the point: “Love them.”
I am a nurse, which means I have a strong desire to help people during illness. But the first lesson I was forced to accept was, I can’t heal anyone. On the first day of our mission trip, a young mother walked up to my work station. She didn’t raise her eyes to look at me, and she spoke in a whisper. In her arms, she carried a frail, two-year-old child; her daughter. She explained to my interpreter: “my baby was born early, she is blind, she can’t walk or even stand.” Then she looked down at her rounded abdomen and whispered, “Now, I carry another child.”
My heart ached for this mother. There was nothing I could do to help her; to give her hope. I simply asked, “May I pray for you and your children?” So, I called on our Lord to give her a miracle of healing. I asked him to bless her with hope, to bring healing to her daughter, and to protect her unborn child.
Afterwards, the Lord reminded me of another child…my first foster-child. He was also born from African descent. He was also born prematurely. He suffered with cerebral palsy, which meant he couldn’t even raise his head, or roll over as a 7 month old child is expected do. He couldn’t even cry, due to the trach-tube in his throat. Once again, I felt helpless. I cried out to God, for help and for healing. There was no immediate evidence, but I knew… God heard my prayer. It was the first time I had ever witnessed a true miracle of divine healing.
That precious child was adopted by a wonderful family. It was difficult to say, “good-bye”, but the Lord gave me strength to let go. He also used that experience to lead me into Nursing School. He told me: “Take my Word to the hospitals, to the sick and dying.” As I followed his Word, he allowed me to receive news about my foster son. I was given a photo of a smiling two-year old boy. The trach-tube was gone, and he was riding a tricycle! God had answered my prayer.
So, here I was, in West Africa. And once again, I was calling on the Lord to do the impossible. I do not know how long I must wait to see the answer. Perhaps, I’ll never hear the outcome. But His Word reminds me: “For this reason, I remind you to fan into flame the gift of God, which is in you through the laying on of my hands. For God did not give us a spirit of timidity, but a spirit of power, of love and of self-discipline.” (2 Timothy 1:6-7) Amen.
I pray you will realize your gift in this life. Wait on the Lord to see the answer. Until next time, have a blessed day, Donna