Write What You See

Sometimes there are not words for an experience. When we went to Mozambique this fall, we took very little with us. Mostly we took our desire to pray for the people God put in our path. Chicuque Rural Hospital provided an incredible opportunity to do just that. We found the people there incredibly open to our offer of prayer in spite of the language barrier. We stumbled through the little bit of Portuguese we knew and hoped we had asked correctly, "May I pray for you?" Folding our hands, pointing, smiling~we would gesture what we meant in case our Portuguese was not understood. They understood. Sometimes people would stand back and watch to see what we were doing, then they would motion for us to come to them.

Everywhere we went, we prayed for those around us as often as the Spirit of God moved us. Some of us were more comfortable than others at first, but God has his plans. He drew us into opportunities and gave us the courage and the words. He changed us as we prayed and I believe that he changed those for whom we prayed.

Before I left on this trip into Mozambique, I believe God urged me to "write what I saw". My mind is filled with the images of Mozambicans who smiled through their pain and wept as we prayed for them in a language they did not always understand. I particularly saw the exhaustion and frustration of the leaders there who work daily with not enough equipment or resources. God has called them to care for his people in this part of Mozambique and they are trusting in his provision. I continue to pray for his provision for the people of Mozambique.