Blind Faith

So far I have managed to write 5 of these, but 3 of them not on the day they are supposed to be on. I promise that I do think about it and even write a draft in my brain. Maybe there is an App on my BlackBerry where I can just upload a passage and it will make it here... hmm.

Actually, my day 5 was an incredible one. First things first, my amazing (last year) roommate, Angela Lauten got into her dream school, The University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill, for PT school. Though she technically has not made her final decision, she will go there. I am beyond proud of her and know she will go on to do incredible things and will impact many people in many ways. And thankfully she has impacted me in ways she will never know. I, however, will miss her dearly when she moves an hour and a half away. Thankfully, she is still on my speed dial :)

Next, I had a wonderful opportunity at school yesterday morning. Without divulging too many personal details, I will put it this way: A woman who I don't know well, but like a lot, is going through something where she needs people to surround her with love. When she was describing her situation to me, very clearly in my spirit, I heard, "Pray for her." I asked, she accepted, and what ensued, I cannot put into words without tears in my eyes.

It has nothing to do with what I said. All I know is I started with "Jesus we need you" and ended with "Jesus we need you". There comes a point when you have so much blind faith that everyone you come into contact with gets some of it. This was one of those instances.

She looked at me with a tear stained face, wiping the mascara off her cheeks and thanked me (a random kindergarten shadow) for tearing a few walls down. I thanked her for being bold enough to accept prayers from an almost stranger, and for being so bold and raw about such a tough issue. I walked away energized, pumped and pissed at the devil.

I can't get her face out of my brain and I pray it stays that way. I pray I will remember and fight wars for her in the spiritual unlike fighting anyone else has ever done for her.

Then I got to thinking... that is what the body of Christ is supposed to be. And that's what I want to be. I would have forsaken all others to pray for her because that meanst she felt a little bit of God's love for her. Those 15 minutes might be the only 15 minutes of peace she's felt over the past month of this trial.

Some blind faith plus a little boldness led to a torn down wall and an open door to healing.

He's living. He's active. He's real. And he wants to use us. That's how I saw God today.