“Thank you for praying for me and making my good thoughts come back.”
“God is the one who made you well,” I replied, “not me.”
We were getting ready for Bible study that afternoon when Bapa arrived and worriedly reported that Pilin was sick. Her body was stiff, she couldn’t sit up, and she wasn’t talking well. It sounded serious, so I started trying to figure out a way to get her to the clinic. Soon I got word that her husband was already carrying her down. I became suspicious when she arrived at the clinic screaming and chanting. My fears where soon confirmed. Her affliction wasn’t physical, it was spiritual. Dread filled me as I realized we were in another spiritual battle. I was the only nurse at the clinic, and my faith felt weak. What if this takes weeks like the last one? I thought as I prayed for Pilin there on the clinic porch. I prayed that God would increase my faith and give me the strength I lacked. I remembered the verse in the Bible that talks about faith the size of a mustard seed. Even though my faith was so small, I knew God could use it.
I texted a few people and called Mrs. George. Their prayers went up with ours as our team gathered around Pilin to pray for her. My courage and faith increased as we talked with Pilin’s husband about how much stronger God is than anything else. The next morning, Pilin was much better and went home. Praise God! I’m so thankful that God can use us despite our weaknesses and that He is stronger than Satan and his evil spirits!