Today was my day to take Daddy to UNC for his hormone therapy treatments. He was diagnosed with prostate cancer around 9 or 10 years ago. By the time they found it, the cancer had already metastasized to his spine. The doctors thought he would live for about 3 more years. Well, hallelujah — ONLY God knows the number of our days.

So, off to the hospital we went. We arrived safely, found valet parking, checked in, got lab work done, then headed to the waiting room upstairs. Let me take this opportunity to just say I DON’T LIKE HOSPITALS. I am grateful for them, but I don’t like being there.

The room was full of people. It was obvious that some were very sick, paper thin, no hair, and weak. Other people were clinging to their spouses as if this was a new experience for them. My heart was breaking. I especially hated to see someone sitting alone. I am the lady always asking people, “Would you like a magazine? Can I get you anything?” The entire time I am looking around the room praying for everyone, crying out for healing.

I noticed one lady who looked about my age. She seemed to have a lot of nervous energy and was grumbling about how long it was taking the nurses to call her back. I suddenly recognized this woman. I remembered her walking around my Suburban (3 months ago) as I waited in the valet line. I saw her cursing at me because she thought I was in her way. I prayed for her that day — and now here I was — face to face with her. I started to talk to this lady and her hard shell immediately began to crumble. Everyone just needs kindness and the love of Jesus, right?

It was all I could do to not to run up to these people and ask if I could pray with them. I could hardly hold myself back from extending my hand and extending the love of Jesus. I just wanted to pray for them! I wanted to touch them, hold them — let them feel the power of the Holy Spirit!

So many people have never felt His presence! I just wanted them to know how much God loves them.

I don’t know why I’m rambling about this, but I just can’t shake it.

The day will come when I will see the sick healed in the Name of Jesus! I’ve seen it in small doses. We have had many people healed on Wednesday nights — I have felt my own leg grow in the Name of Jesus. His Name is POWERFUL! I believe the day will come when I will see people run out of the waiting rooms HEALED!