Another Guatemala post because I can’t stop talking about it!!

I don’t think I will ever be able to fully put this moment into words but I’m going to try, because I never want to forget what God did.

One Thursday while in Guatemala, we had an activation focused on healing, and we were sent out in groups to pray for people. I remember feeling a mix of faith and uncertainty. Like, I know God heals… but what if nothing happens? What if I don’t say the right thing? What if I get it wrong? But we went anyway. My little group of three ended up walking around aimlessly for around thirty minutes before we stopped to roam a grocery store. As we perused through the isles, we met a woman named Rosa.

The moment we saw her, we could tell something was wrong with her eyes. One of them was completely blind, and the other could barely see. Her right eye especially, it stopped me for a second. It was completely cloudy, like a film over it. You couldn’t even tell what color her eye was. It looked almost gray.

We talked to her the best we could in our broken Spanish for a few minutes and asked if we could pray for her, and she said yes. So we stood there, in the middle of the produce section, and just started praying. Nothing fancy. No perfect words. Just asking God to come and heal, to do what only He can do. At first, it felt quiet. That morning, Junior, a pastor with AIM, was telling us a story of how he was so focused on seeing results of prayer, he forgot to trust God in the healing. I remember thinking back to that as I was praying and noticing I was watching her eyes, hoping to see a miracle. I was looking inward and focusing on how I wanted to tell the story of when I prayed and healed a woman; that God chose to work though me. I was doing it for my glory, not God’s. In that moment I asked God to give me His heart. I closed my eyes and prayed with assurance. Not the hope that I would see a miracle in my own timing. Not with pride or looking for self glory. But With a love deep for Rosa. With a pain for her brokenness. With a desire for the Lord to be glorified. When we finished praying, she started waving her hands in front of her face and pointing her hands to the sky. We looked at her eye again, and I remember doing a double take because it didn’t look the same. I could see her eye. It was dark brown and almost clear. I don’t even know how to describe the feeling in that moment. It wasn’t loud or chaotic but it was still. It was overwhelming in the most peaceful way. God healed her. Not eventually. Not metaphorically. Not “we’ll see improvement later.” Right there in front of us. And what’s crazy is, it wasn’t about how “good” our prayers were. It wasn’t about us at all. It was about Him. His power. His kindness. His desire to meet people exactly where they are. I walked away from that moment changed because it’s one thing to believe that God can heal. It’s another thing to watch Him do it with your own eyes. And now I know, He still moves. He still restores. He still sees people like Rosa and chooses to step in. And somehow, He let me witness it. What a beautiful gift to walk in His healing presence everyday of my life.