In case ya'll aren't aware, this is a continuation of my previous blog update, so if you haven't read the first one then you should definitely go do that. Not only will you be slightly confused, but by the time the 3rd part comes out you will definitely have no idea what is happening. I mean, they're all great stand alone stories, but I think some parts might not make sense....( Anyways, if you need a link, because you're lazy like me, here it is: http://learningtowalktogether.blogspot.com/2013/12/puedo-hablar-con-dios-en-espanol-part-1.html) Fair warning, this one will be the shortest in the trilogy, so don't think that I'm trying to skimp by making it into 3 parts ;)
So.... Where was I?
Let's give a short recap. I had prayed over Mitsa the previous day (Thursday), and she seemed to be incredibly open to the Lord and what He wanted to change in her life. Now, it's (Friday), and I have just entered the bus and passed Mitsa. And although she seems happy enough, I notice that her knee (the one I neglected to pray over yesterday!) is now in a brace.....
I think I'm all caught up....
Now, I'm sitting on the bus, almost in the complete back, jamming out to my music. Well, jamming is a rather intense word for silently listening to Contemporary Christian music at 6:30 in the morning, but I'll roll with it. So, I'm listening to my music, when all of a sudden, out of no where, I decide to look up. It's a split second decision, maybe my brain thought it would be a good idea to look out the window and watch the traffic? A second later, I notice that someone is pointing at me. It take a moment for me to register that I am looking at Mitsa. She is sitting in her normal spot, smiling, AND POINTING DIRECTLY AT ME. My first instinct is to hide my face or turn away. Maybe if I can't see her than she won't see me. But I don't. I simply take out my earbuds to see what she is doing.
Since there are so few people who are actually awake for this bus ride, it is incredibly easy to hear what she is saying now that I'm not listening to my Jesus Jam.
"That woman there. You see her? Yes, that woman (meaning me)." She is talking excitedly to a man in military dress next to her. I'm not sure what rank he is, but he seems to be listening intently to whatever she had been saying previously. He is now looking at me with the same curious intention, and I'm a little uneasy about it. Therefore, the only logical thing to do is to keep listening.
"Yes. That woman there. Yesterday, she pray with me. She pray with me for my heart. My heart to get better. All better. She pray for my son, that he come home. That he come home from overseas. That he is not injured and that he is well and safe. And you know? I feel better. More at peace. That woman. She has God in her. She does! She has God in her, and I am so blessed to sit with her yesterday!" The man is now looking at me, really looking, and he seems impressed. Mitsa stops pointing at me and waves in my direction. Blushing, I wave back. I hadn't been thinking about interacting with Mitsa after I prayed with her, I had only wanted to help her feel better. But now she was getting excited about me, and this man was too. I heard him turn to her and say something along the lines of "Not many young people in this world know God. I am very impressed." (Granted, I might have misheard. I was far back, and this was about 3 weeks ago.)
We are nearing the Pentagon now, and I really want to go and talk to Mitsa. So, instead of rushing off to catch my early connecting bus to my job, I stick around a bit. I wait until Mitsa walks off the bus. She sees me and then rushed over as fast as her leg can handle. I walk up to her with a smile, and she embraces me tightly. This was not exactly what I had been expecting, but I could go with it. I asked her how she was feeling, and she said that she was feeling better. She said her heart was no longer broken, and that God was pulling her together again. She had heard from her son very briefly, and it sounded like he was going to be okay. I asked her about the man she was talking to on the bus, and she said that God was obviously trying to tell her something because He had sent ME yesterday, and sent a MILITARY PRIEST to her today. Apparently he was stationed in the Eastern half of the world, and had a lot of fascinating stories of people who wanted (and didn't want) to find God but didn't know how (or lived in communist countries).
"You know Becca (She says my name sort of like you're trying to say 'bacon' except without the 'n')? I am feeling a lot more grateful for my freedom here. I can love God. And I can choose to love Him. I don't have to, but I have the right and freedom to do so, so, why wouldn't I? Thank you so much for praying with me yesterday."
Then, in the middle of the Pentagon bus terminal, I ask if I can pray for healing for her knee. (I could feel God in theback of my mind whispering, "You can do it!") She says okay, and for a minute we both stand there in the middle of all these people running to catch their trains. My hand is on her shoulder, her hands are clasped around her bag. I would have placed my hands on her knee, but I knew she had a train to catch, so I didn't want to keep her too long. So, I said a quick prayer for complete healing, for all the pain to be gone, and for everything to go back to normal in her knee. She then rushes off to catch her train with a quick "Goodbye! Thank you!"
I slowly walk to my bus station. I now have another 18 minutes to think about what just happened. I mean, wow. I have never prayed with someone outside of the People of Praise.... Ever.... Sometimes I don't even pray with People of Praise members because it scares me. And here I am, praying for this woman that I don't know, that I have never truly met, and that I will probably never know. I am in awe of the Lord and His plans for me, and what He wants me to do for Him.
I'm sure that something spectacular will come from Mitsa, and I hope that I will be able to witness that directly. But for now, I just know that she is feeling better and happier then she has in a long time....
To Be Continued.....
Okay, so the story of Mitsa is almost over, but if I continued it here I would have a novel.... Not a bad idea, now that I think about it, but I figured I would save all of you from too much reading. The 3rd part will be about someone completely different, but you'll see how it all ties together, I promise.
Thank you for reading!
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