All of a sudden, I went numb with fear. My heart pounded, and thoughts filled my head, “What if I can’t do it? What if I pray and nothing happens?”
The red light district was swarming with people, so it wasn’t hard to draw a crowd. As people gathered around to hear our musicians, one of my mission trip teammates asked if anyone needed healing in their eyes. Several people raised their hands. Again fear raged within me, but this time I told myself, “Push past it. Don’t let it stop you!” Overwhelmed, yet eager to partner with Jesus, my husband and I walked over to a man with his hand raised. Through our translator, we learned he was losing sight in both eyes, and if he didn’t get healed, he would lose his job. As we began praying,the man’s eyesight instantly started improving. After a few minutes, he took his glasses off and was able to see everything clearly! He was so excited and thankful, he immediately gave his life to Jesus the Healer.
After leading our new friend into a relationship with his heavenly Father, our translator explained that he wasn’t actually part of our group. Earlier that day, he felt God was telling him to go to that part of the city, so he just showed up, not knowing what he would find. Smiling, he said, “Jesus sent me to translate for you.” I was amazed. God’s love is incredible. He miraculously provided an interpreter, healed a man’s poor vision, and used me as his conduit despite my initial doubts.God showed me I don’t have to be a perfect Christian. I can tell Him honestly how I feel and He will still use me. It’s not about me; it’s about God who is in me!