My Choice for Women's Day
Today we celebrate women worldwide. It’s nice to reflect on missionary Elisabeth Elliot or humanitarian Mother Theresa. There is one woman I especially admire right here in my one-mile radius; she is the one I spotlight this year as we focus on women who change the world.
Karen changed my world. I met her in January for the first time. She lives down the street but due to severe autoimmune diseases, she has not been able to walk from her bed to the living room. Four years ago, Karen’s husband strolled by my home with his dog and chatted with me as I worked in my garden. We shared faith in Jesus and this desperate husband asked me to pray for his wife. I stormed the heavens for that girl but every time I asked him thereafter, he replied: “No change.”
There was something about Karen, like a connection in the spirit, when I asked God to encompass her in his arms and raise her from her sickbed. The prompting made it easier to not give up but pray.
Just after the holidays, I heard a knock at my door. I recognized my familiar neighbor but who was that lovely lady on his arm? When I invited them in, Karen grabbed my hands and hugged me tight saying “Jesus healed me.”
My breathing increased and I could barely speak as Karen excitedly exclaimed: “I had to try to walk all the way here and meet the woman who prayed and believed God will heal me.”
Karen continues to rock my world with her amazing testimony of faith in the One who heals. She is not shy to testify about her miracle. Recently in the Optometrist’s office, she helped me find a new pair of eyeglasses. As they were being fitted on my face, Karen told the gal all about Jesus and how he heals today. The staffer leaned forward and timidly whispered to us, “People just don’t know how powerful prayer can be.”
Karen called me the other day and told me she ran into that staffer in Safeway where she inquired if I liked my new glasses. Karen shouted on the phone: “She’ll never forget us!”
I promised to share the miracles I write about in my journal this year. Karen is one I can’t keep to myself! Those bedridden days are gone and now Karen and I dance to Mandesa’s “Good Morning” rap song in the living room and bask in God’s wonderful love for His women.