Fredna and I just returned from the State Hospital where we prayed for a relative of one of my workers. The young lady, 26 years old, lay in the TB ward of the hospital with a raging fever. She was coherent and told us that she was a Christian. She was grateful for our presence and prayers. The last thing she said to us was, "Will you come again and pray for me?" Please pray for Rosaline; she is in critical condition.
As we were leaving the ward, we stopped to pray with two other patients, both female. One young lady looked to be in her late teens or early twenties. She lay in a fetal position with her eyes rolled back in her head. I would guess that her total body weight was no more than 60 pounds. Her mother was by her side and welcomed our prayers. Neither she nor her daughter spoke English, so my friend translated for us. After praying for the daughter, I took the mother by her hands, and we began to pray for her. As I prayed for this mother, who was literally watching the life drain out of her young daughter, I was overcome with sadness for her. I began to weep for her as her tears rolled down her tired, worn face.
There is so much pain and suffering in this country. The true reason we are here is never very far from us.
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