My husband and I are missionaries in Malaysia. The Lord has been moving in this country and in my life, using me to work with Malay women. This has been my calling and burden.
In February 2008, I prayed for two Malay women I had helped in the past six months. I hadn’t seen or talked to them very much because my husband and I were very busy working with the Tamil churches, organizing Bible training leadership development studies. I prayed for the Lord to give Kathy and Lisa dreams—the Malays believe dreams are very meaningful. I also asked the Lord to allow them to get sick. It may seem like a terrible thing to ask, but I needed an open door to pray for them.
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A few days after my prayer, I woke up to a soft voice saying, “Take food to Kathy today.” My husband told me we didn’t have any money, but I insisted we had to obey the voice of the Lord. When we checked our account, we saw that our funds had come in early.
My husband and I went to the store and bought meat, rice and other goods. As we were going to Kathy’s house, my eyes were watering as I thanked the Lord for the privilege to give. When we got to her house, her daughter came out and greeted us with a big smile.
Kathy kissed me on both cheeks—like always—and asked in broken English if I knew that she hadn’t gone to work that day. I told her I didn’t know and asked if she was sick. She replied that she had a cough. When I offered to pray for her she just looked at me. I had never prayed with her so she probably didn’t understand.
After taking the groceries into her impoverished house, I boldly said, “Kathy, I will pray for you.” She looked at me strangely, but I laid my hand on her throat and quietly prayed, “Jesus, please touch her throat and cough. Heal her in Your name, Jesus.” I had tears coming down my face and her daughter, Erica, asked if I was crying. I noticed she had tears in her eyes. I shook my head “yes” as I put my hand on my heart. Kathy kissed me on my cheeks again and smiled as I left.
I got into the car and the Holy Spirit spoke to me all the way home. I felt so humbled. God doesn’t always speak through a great, loud voice or thunder from heaven. He often uses that soft voice you can hear only if you are listening to transform our lives.
Names are changed for safety purposes.