His MERCY endures forever!

"Will you pray" we heard her say.  Standing in the middle of the streets of Korah, a beautiful woman approached and petitioned us to her home.  My team leader looking around grabbed one of our guides and the few of us at arms length and off we went to pray.  We didn't know what we were getting into.  All we knew was it was a daughter ... and she was not well.  All we knew was that in FAITH a mother believed in the power of prayer and had petitioned 5 foreign woman to join her in the throne room on her daughter's behalf.  Who could say "no"?

Walking into a small room, there laid a beautiful young woman.  Weak from whatever plagued her she laid still too weak to move.  We had no clue what plagued her, was it TB, AIDS, cancer, heart conditions ... only God knows.  Her mother showed us a CT scan of her brain but spoke of weakness in her heart.  We were all confused what it was that plagued her, but truly, the details of her illness didn't matter to any of us.  We weren't doctors there to heal in our flesh.  We were there to pray and let the one great physician who did know all the details, heal! .

We prayed.  We laid hands on a beautiful woman and prayed.  As we did, I clearly heard the Lord say to "Sing over her".  Prior to my leaving the States a God fearing friend had felt the Lord tell her that we were to pray in the streets of Korah.  That praise would be the breakthrough for the land of Ethiopia.  She had sent me a lengthy text of what the Lord had shared but in a nutshell ... we were called to sing songs of praise ... specifically in Korah.  And so, in a small room I heard him say "Sing" and
Sing we did!  "Healer" by Kari Jobe sprung from our lips.  The beautiful Mom sobbed and wept into the arms of a friend of mine who stood at her side.  The beautiful Mom cried out "Ze akah" (a great and bitter cry) for the healing of her daughter.  It was a heart wrenching moment.  It was a true honor!

A few hours passed and as we sat amongst the children, my team leader summoned me across the street.  "You have to come" she said.  Grabbing my arm she led us across the street and there, to my disbelief,  sat a beautiful and a very ALIVE familiar young woman.  The same young woman whom we prayed over now sat with her mother outside the shelter of Korah.  Through the tears one of our Ethiopian friends, he translated her story ... a story of healing and a story of Mercy.  A story of a death four years prior of this same girl.  Through translation we learned that she had died ... for hours ... and when the community was working to arrange for her burial, this same mother had prayed her to life.  Since that day, she had been sick.  But today, he had completely healed her body and in one more step of faith, a mother had petitioned one more prayer on her behalf!  Today, in the middle of a small run down room with 5 unknowing woman, he healed her and we got to watch him do it!

That beautiful girl's name is MERCY!  How prophetic is her name.  Indeed, his mercy reigns in the streets of Korah and reigned over the life of a beautiful 15 year old girl!

Mercy sits with us, very alive!

The next day, Mercy even went to school!

Mercy's beautiful mother.  A woman of Faith.  I had brought these boots on the trip with hopes of leaving them for the people of Korah.  I am blessed to know that now, Mercy and her Mom have a little piece of our family always.