The Miracles of Jesus in Mozambique

Mozambique, I still don’t have enough words to explain all that you were. You allowed my Faith to grow in ways I didn’t think were possible. You showed me that God loves His children no matter the distance or place in the world. 

It’s crazy to think that people across the world are praising the same God I praise. Reading the same Bible stories I am reading. Praying to the same Father I pray to. This trip showed me that we are all connected after all. We all have this one life, that if we accept Jesus, it will lead us to live in eternity with Him. 

We were once together with God. When we lived in the Garden of Eden, we walked with Him and talked to Him face to face, but then sin came into our world and separated us from this connection. A connection severed that years later God will come to reclaim. 

God rekindled our lost connection by sending His son Jesus to die on the cross for us. By Jesus’ blood, we were saved. By Jesus’ blood, we were loved. By Jesus’ blood the sacrifice that was made with the lamb in the Garden to cover the nakedness and shame of Adam and Eve, was sanctified. Jesus became that lamb. His death not only covered us with fur to clothe us, but his death covered our sins that we would have been killed by. 

Jesus, thank you. Jesus, thank you. 

On the trip, so many people who were paralyzed got healed. From the first day at the village to the very end, people were being delivered from their bondages. I was surprised how my faith, the size of a mustard seed, was enough to believe in the healing of the first woman we came across, Anita. She was bound by paralysis for 3 months, and for some reason, something in my heart shifted that day. Sitting on the dusty mat next to her, I looked at her and knew she would be healed. Something not only physical was going to be different after we left, but internally as well. As we began praying, my heart felt stirred. It was like a whisk stirring in my chest, letting me know that my faith before was being mixed into a faith I hadn’t known before. 

We prayed and we prayed. The stirring continued. We prayed some more and all of a sudden she said she felt a sensation coming back into her left arm and left leg. To check if this was true, my leader grabbed her hand and her arm and gently pressed on it and asked if she felt anything and she said yes. The miracle was beginning to take place. Her speech was slowly becoming less slurred and she started to become in disbelief of what was taking place. Me, speechless. My team, speechless. What was going on God? Is this what miracles look like? I had never seen a physical healing before, and I was witnessing one. 

Eventually, one of my leaders grabbed her hand and a few others helped her up off her mat. My leader told her, “walk”.  Hesitant, she started to take a small step, and then another, and then another. She was walking!!! It was incredible. Her neighbors were around and stood in awe of what was taking place. How is she walking? One of her neighbors, Christina began calling others in the neighborhood informing them of what was taking place. Christina began to dance and shout. She was so excited for her friend. 

As we continued to watch Anita, we saw how she was finally happy again. Her demeanor had changed. We then told her to try and sit down on her own and she did. It was amazing. And it was all God. 

Later in the week, we stopped by Anitas again to check up on her. The smile that radiated was enough for us to know that she had been healed. She even got up again and started to slowly walk around, proving that God didn’t just give her a day of feeling better, but days, and hopefully even more.