One day our DTS outreach team split into two groups to minister to a couple of churches out in the bush. When my group got to its church, we were informed that plans had changed. Now, we needed someone to preach. One of our team leaders came to me before we started and asked if I would share a message with the people. I had preached a few days earlier on fear and happened to have my notes with me. I began the sermon, but within a few minutes the Holy Spirit took over.

What originally started as “fear the Lord your God” quickly turned into “God's heart on healing.” I spoke on how God desires for us to be spiritually healed, and at times, when the Lord sees fit, this healing can come into the physical. Then the time came to offer prayer. I felt the Lord lead me to offer prayer for healing only; this terrified me, but I offered it anyway. Once offered, hands started to rise in response. The translator must have thought that only I would pray for everyone because he translated the varying sicknesses and ailments only loud enough for me to hear. The first one to raise her hand was an old woman who said that she had breast cancer. The second was a man who complained of pain in his leg.

My teammate Hailey and I both felt strongly that we were to pray for the woman with cancer. At first it was very frustrating. I couldn’t pray one of those eloquent, power-from-heaven prayers that I associated with healing prayers. It was the same for Hailey. Neither of us felt a strong overwhelming presence of the Spirit. Finally, we both individually gave up, praying silently to God, “If you want to do this, it’s going to be all you. There’s nothing I can say or do that will heal her, God.” I began to pray again, and Hailey started reading out of Psalm 103. When we finished praying, the old woman looked over at the translator with a face that I wish I could describe, and told him what happened. While we were praying, she felt the cancer being pulled back and out through her back! I rarely cry, but when I heard this, I was so overwhelmed with joy and the Spirit, that I began to weep and we three held hands and praised God together. 
 
Our other team leader, Keith, prayed for the man with the leg problem. Because only I had heard what the prayer requests were, Keith had no idea what he was praying for. Keith later came to me and shared that while he was praying for the man, the man looked down at Keith with a huge grin on his face and moved his leg back and forth, showing that there was no more pain!

That day taught me that I don’t have to try to make something happen. If I will only trust in God and rely on His power, miraculous things can take place!