I shop at Wegmans…a lot. I am there sometimes two or three times a week. And, yes, I have prayed for some people there, sometimes in the aisles, sometimes in the breezeway. I walk away not ever seeing them again and wondering how they are.
A few months ago, on a Friday morning, I stopped there on my way to work to get my morning latte and as I was walking up to the store I “just happened” to notice a man walking across the parking lot, limping. (When I say “just happened” what I mean is the Holy Spirit caused me to see him.) My first thought was “Man, I would love to see him healed.” And immediately this mocking voice comes crashing in (wonder who that could be) saying “Well, go ahead, sister Christian, go heal him then, you really think you can? C’mon, go on, do it…” All laced with doubt and sarcasm. I told the voice to zip it and went in to get my coffee. I was in there for about 10 minutes and as I was walking out I look to my left and see that very man walking right beside me.
Now I KNEW.
I say hi and start making small talk with him. We stop outside and chit chat for a few minutes and finally I say “Listen, what can I pray for you for? I want to pray for you. What do you need prayer for?” I wasn’t expecting what came out of his mouth. He said “I have cancer. I’ve been struggling with it for 15 years.” My heart burst with compassion for him but also with love for God because He brought this man to my attention for a reason. He said that the doctors were concerned about it going into his bones. I said “Uh-uh, no way, Jesus is going to take care of that.” I pulled him over to the side and dropped my stuff to the ground and put my hand right over his heart and right there spoke healing, rebuked the cancer, commanded life.
When I was finished I think he was a little flabbergasted and he thanked me, telling me that he had an appointment the following Wednesday. What timing! I told him I hoped to see him again to hear that good report. As I walked to my car, I praised the Lord and thanked Him for healing “R.” The enemy of course tried to come in with doubt, but I spoke God’s Word…I said “God Your word says if I lay hands on the sick they WILL recover, and I know You are true to Your word, so I believe he IS healed.” For the next week I took time every day to thank God that “R” was healed, and asked to see him again.
A few weeks later, I made a trip to Wegmans. I don’t usually go on Monday’s but I decided to go pick up a few things anyhow. Once there I ran into a friend I hadn’t seen in a while and when we get together we TALK! I mean, for a while! So after we caught up, I got my stuff and cashed out. As I was getting ready to leave, I flip-flop over whether or not to get a coffee and decide what the heck…and who do I see at the buffet on the way there? “R.” I was thrilled. I asked how he was and he said he was ok. I asked about the doctors and he said they were going to do scans on him to check his “status.” I said (with total enthusiasm) “Hey, don’t worry, you are going to be just fine. I know it. I have no doubts!” I gave him some encouragement and walked out thanking God again for the opportunity to see him and to be able to reassure him.
So, today, I had a hair appointment at 11:00. There were a few things I wanted to grab (yes, at Wegmans) and considered going after my appointment but for “some reason” (ahem, Holy Spirit) I felt the urge to go beforehand. I walked in and headed right for the fresh baked bread and who was standing there in that very spot? “R.” I walked up to him and started chatting him up (he is a very quiet and soft-spoken person). Then I asked, “How are you? You doing okay? You been to the doctors?” He said he had his scans done. I asked, “And..”
And he said “They were all negative.” Oh yes, glory to God! I had to contain myself so as not to freak out my friend.
I said “So you’re all good?”
“For now,” he said.
I said “Oh no, for good!”
“I hope so,” he replied.
“No, you ARE! Because it’s done and He loves you!” And then I went on to tell him how I had prayed to the Lord to see him again so I could hear for myself his good report. I wanted so much to convey to him hope and the love of God for him because he’d been living with this for so long that’s all he knew. I hugged him and invited him to come see me at work sometime….because I really would love more opportunity to share the love of God with him.
I cried all the way to my hair appointment, for the goodness of the Lord, for “R” and his healing, for God hearing my heart and leading me to those “divine appointments” of seeing him all those times and couldn’t help but to see Holy Spirit’s leading and timing through every one.
And this is the life I want to live….His life lived through me, what He’s given to me I get to go and give. “And as ye go, preach, saying, The kingdom of heaven is at hand. Heal the sick, cleanse the lepers, raise the dead, cast out devils: freely ye have received, freely give.” (Matthew 10:7-8) He told me “Daughter, you don’t NEED healing, you HAVE healing. You have what they need. So go.”
To Him be the glory.
Thank You, Lord. With all my heart.