I am a talker. Anyone who knows me can validate that statement. It’s just what I like to do. Ever since I was a little girl all I wanted to do was talk, talk, talk!
But I still can have a hard time with words. And by this I mean that I am a very awkward talker. Sometimes I combine two words when I talk too fast ( i.e. excited + salad = exsalad). Other times my words come out and don’t quite come out as I intended, usually in a ridiculously awkward way.
The fact is sometimes there are so many thoughts in my head I can’t seem to get out the right thing. And that has been my struggle in several instances here in Thailand:
- I have struggled with how to present encouraging words and constructive “feedback” during our team time.
- I do not always know what words to say to strike up or maintain a conversation with the girls in the bars.
- I do not know how to say a lot of words I want to express to the Thai people due to a language barrier.
So I have been praying. A lot. For God to help communicate to me and through me to others. And well, God is good and came through in a way I didn’t expect.
While praying for one of my teammates for healing, I felt urged by God to pray out loud but wasn’t sure what to say. I said, “I am not a healer God.” He replied, “But you are a talker. Go lay your hands on her ankle. Let me speak my healing words through you.” After contemplating this for a while with some hesitation I sat down at her feet, extended my hands, and opened my mouth, not quite sure what would come out.
And what did come out I did not understand but I trusted it was God, because I felt Him. I felt tingling like electricity run through my hands. I felt an immense wave of energy in my chest making it difficult to breathe. I felt my tongue moving rapidly, spitting off word after word.
After a span of what seemed like maybe 10 minutes (which turned out to be 2 hours), I returned to my normal state and for the first time I didn’t feel the need to speak because God had already spoken for me.
