Seeing the Hand of God
One saturday night around June 2012,
my spirit was so troubled,
I felt so sad.
I could hear some voices telling me to go to the hospital.
walked night to the near hospital to pray for people,
arriving there and prayed in different wards of the hospital.
I found some pregnant women
who responded the doctors' appointments of operation,
they exceeded 9 months
and they could not deliver by themselves.
I prayed for them one by one.
After praying , some of them started having much labor pains .
It was an amazing moment,
My heart was so excited,
I was jumping with joy,
joyful on my way home in that night.
knowing some of them would deliver babies
before meeting the doctors on monday.
I memorized their images,
names and continue to pray,
Praying for them the whole night.
Coming Sunday,
I fasted and continue to pray for them.
Sunday night ,
I dreamt playing with more babies,
I felt happy,
Seeing the blessing from God.
I realized that God answered my prayers.
Coming monday , I went to the hospital,
the majority of them delivered baby boys
without oparation and they were waiting to be discharged.
I prayed for all the babies
" girls and boys"
and gave them names by the instruction of the Spirit of Christ.
I saw the right hand of God there,
I was so inspired
Very encouraged on that day.
It was a special day,
it meant a lot to me as I was starting hospital ,
prison and school ministry.
I continued to pray for sick people in different hospitals of Kwazulu Natal.
Some doctors and nurses understood that I was volunteering in hospital ministry for the love of people.
I was counselling people with different problems in the hospitals
and the results were always positive.
Some teen girls and boys,
mature men and women wanted to kill themselves.
Some due to break up,
Others Cheating,
And abuses.
Few memories are pleasent ,
few memories hurt us,
It is the reality of life.
Few years later,
I started to meet people who could testify
miracles of God through that hospital ministry.
I could meet with some men and women
who could remind me
about my poems and songs
which I sung and recited to comfort them
when they were troubled in the hospitals.
Everyone has good and bad stories
to tell at a specific time.
I share little about some special days
which meant a lot to me.
Written February 26 / 2023
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