A day of hope
During a home visit on a Thursday morning, we arrived at a ladies house. I walked into this dark, small dingy house, and in a room was a women who was bed ridden and had been for a long time. She was in excruciating pain and had very bad cramps; she was unable to look after her two young children and too scared to go to her family as her mother would take away her children. She visited the clinic but the didn't know what was wrong with her and so she was sent home.
During a home visit on a Thursday morning, we arrived at a ladies house. I walked into this dark, small dingy house, and in a room was a women who was bed ridden and had been for a long time. She was in excruciating pain and had very bad cramps; she was unable to look after her two young children and too scared to go to her family as her mother would take away her children. She visited the clinic but the didn't know what was wrong with her and so she was sent home.
Standing there beside her, I felt completely helpless. Rummaging around in my handbag I found a pack of pain killers and gave them to her, before leaving I had a huge urge to put my hands on her and pray. So we did, the ladies with me prayed in Zulu, I stood there with my hands on her and prayed in English. After that, we left.
Last Thursday we arrived at the same house, well I had to ask and check it was the same house because the woman we were visiting had completely changed!
She began to tell us the story of what had happened. Hows she had thought she was going to die, as she left her house in the ambulance a week or so ago, her children were crying as their mother got taken away. Before they left the ambulance driver saw how scared the children were, he got out and prayed with them for her and her children. Then the ambulance driver stayed with the woman right up to just before her surgery, and explained everything to her, the whole procedure and made sure she got the right treatment immediately (the hospital doesn't usually treat patients like her very well, but they treated her brilliantly).
Whilst I was with her she kept saying because she was well again, she was able to go to church again!
I could see the complete joy and love of Jesus beaming through her, it was such a transformation!
God transforms us, and she recognised this.
Before we left the house the lady stood up and read out loud Psalm 103:1-5
"Praise the Lord, my soul;
all my inmost being, praise his holy name.
Praise the Lord, my soul, and forget not all his benefits
who forgives all your sins and heals all your diseases,
who redeems your life from the pit
and crowns you with love and compassion,
who satisfies your desires with good
things so that your youth is renewed like the eagles".
I could see the complete joy and love of Jesus beaming through her, it was such a transformation!
God transforms us, and she recognised this.
Before we left the house the lady stood up and read out loud Psalm 103:1-5
"Praise the Lord, my soul;
all my inmost being, praise his holy name.
Praise the Lord, my soul, and forget not all his benefits
who forgives all your sins and heals all your diseases,
who redeems your life from the pit
and crowns you with love and compassion,
who satisfies your desires with good
things so that your youth is renewed like the eagles".







