She was upfront when she called me
about her bills. She said that she had a
mental illness and needed her meds. She had
been off of them for some time and needed to be back on them but had to use her
bill money to pay the copays to get the meds.
So I should not have been surprised
when her comments to me the other day were, let’s say, a bit bizarre. She walked into the center and as soon as she
saw me, she said that God had put my face before her. Two months prior, He had spoken to her, led
her to a specific spot in the city, and told her to pray for me – and that He
would be pouring out a spiritual blessing on me soon.
Was this God? Was it her disorder speaking? No matter.
I listened. And what unfolded was
amazing, beautiful, and odd. This precious
sister in Christ prayed over me in a powerful manner. Uninhibited.
Certain of God’s provision. Not
as concerned about her own circumstances as she was being obedient to what God
had told her to do. Somehow, God used
this guest of the center to speak to me in a strangely wonderful manner. In the end, it did not matter whether she was “of
sound mind” because what she spoke was truth. It was a humbling experience to witness God’s
powerful use of someone that society might consider “the least of these”. My eyes were opened again to the truth that He
uses vessels of all types – and the ones most malleable in His hands are indeed
the most useful. I pray that my faith
will be the same childlike faith that can be used – arms wide open – to minister
to whoever is put in my path.
