April 16 - Melissa

Day One Hundred & Seven.

I'm writing a day late because it took me ALL DAY to get to Melissa. I was super busy after work and couldn't take a breather to look up out of my own to-do list and pray for someone. Luckily, my dear friend came over late after my kids went to bed and sat on my couch while I went to hunt for a stranger.

As usual, I went to Kroger to find someone (and to get milk). On the milk aisle I ran into several different people and I probably should have asked them to pray. I'll be honest, my day as a whole was kind of a bomb. The enemy took a lot from me. So I was feeling pretty defeated. Eventually I got to the only open cashier (at 10:30pm) and asked her if I could pray.

As soon as I asked if I could pray she bent over at the waist as if she was stretching her back. I asked if she was having pain from standing all day and if that was something I could pray for. She agreed to let me pray for healing and I did. When I finished praying I asked her if her back felt any better. She said that it did feel better but she said it in that really nice way that Christians use like "Yeah, sure. I'll make you feel better. My back feels good." So I asked her "On a scale of 1-10, how bad was it hurting before I prayed?" and she said "uh, 1000." So I said "Ok, honest answer, what number is it at now?" and so she wiggled around a little and said "Probably a 6?"

And this is the part where I got gutsy...

Two women came to the register with their purchase and I would have usually walked away. She had other customers, I already prayed for her, she said her back felt better... I could have walked away. But. I. Didn't. I stepped aside, waited for the ladies to pay for their groceries, and I asked her if I could pray again to see if we could get her pain to go down to a zero. She laughed at me a little and I gave her the option to say no but she said I could pray. So, we prayed and when we were finished she said it really did feel all the way better.

I don't know. I didn't feel like she was very excited about being healed. But, I came home and told my friend about the experience and she lovingly reminded me that I do not get to decide how people react to the Holy Spirit. So, I'm counting it.