Last weekend I had the honor of attending and serving in El Olam’s 7th annual 2 Day Dance, Mime, and Music Intensive, and let me tell you… It was during this event that I had a very intimate encounter with God where He revealed Himself to me and gave me revelation of His love, thoughts, and plans for my life.

It’s so funny how when something happens to us we don’t truly understand its purpose or what it means until later on down the road when God presents Himself, or tells us something that allows us to connect those moments together; in these moments, everything suddenly makes sense. To understand the significance of my revelation, you have to first know how God was preparing me for this all along.

I had a teacher in high school, Ms. Robinson, better known as Ms. Rob by all of her students. She was also my cheer coach, not to mention the only young, black educator in the building. By far everyone’s favorite teacher, you know the ones who are fun and beautiful, but will go hood on you in a heartbeat to make sure you’re on task? Yeah she was one of those. I think instantly all of the students connected with her. But I didn’t just connect with her, I identified with her. I saw something in her that made me look at things differently, that made me think about the woman who I was suppose to become. She pushed me. She expected more of me. She challenged me, not just academically, but in ways that had me analyze myself to figure out who I was and who I granted access. I was completely oblivious to the fact that the whole time she was actually planting seeds and I owe much of the person I am today to this woman. I now know that this relationship was divine intervention, a relationship that we still carry, 8 years after her assignment ended at our high school when my class graduated.

A few years ago, she invited my best friend and I to attend a church service with her. At the time I was completing nursing school and I was just a babe in my walk with Christ. I remember the pastor had instructed the congregation to get up and pray for each other; men were to pray with the men and women with the women. This was the first time I had witnessed something like this. To see hundreds of people praying for one another was so powerful. I remember watching in awe, relishing in the moment, just happy to be in the atmosphere where souls were crying out on behalf of their brothers and sisters in Christ. And then she told me to come here. I instantly was nervous. She pulled me towards a group of women who were already praying and grabbed my hands. She looked at me in my eyes and told me

“You are a nurse. You need to get in the habit of placing your hands on others because this is where your power of healing comes from. “

I am still taken back by this. I remember thinking to myself, me…a healer? Yea right. But, I did what I was told. I placed my shaking hands on the back of a woman who was in front of me and I quietly prayed for her.

Okay now fast forward to this past weekend’s conference. We were coming towards the end of day 2 and the atmosphere was set! God was moving all throughout the room, children crying out to The Lord, leaders praying over their ministries, and people dancing with this fire that can only come from up above. I recall looking across the room and my eyes locked on someone. It’s as if my vision zoomed in on them and I saw nothing else but this person. My hands began to burn as if they were consumed with fire. This is always my sign that the Holy Spirit is up to something. God nudged me to go across the room, and pray for this person. And not just pray, but to use my hands…to lay my hands on this person and speak over their life. Usually, I am too scared to do what I am told to do. I often lack the confidence to do what it is that God instructs me, especially when it concerns allowing others to hear my prayers. But the nudge was so strong, yet so gentle, that I could not sit in my seat and not obey.

I ran across the room with urgency, and I signaled for the person to come to me. He stood up and walked over and as soon as he was close enough in my reach, I grabbed hold of him. I held him and began praying in my heavenly language. I placed my hands on his back and it’s as if something more powerful than I have ever witnessed from myself, took over. And then I remember speaking healing and we both fell to the floor. When it was all said and done, and the lights came back on, people started to leave as the evenings concert was over, yet, I still was consumed, so much that my feet went numb and I couldn’t walk, thus almost forced to stay in this posture that gave honor to the presence of God. I was trying to talk but my mouth trembled. I was shaking and it was literally out of my control. When I was finally able to get up, I walked towards my seat and God told me

“You’re a healer.”

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I placed my hands over myself and prayed over my life, my future, while everyone else cleaned up around me. I am still amazed. God, the creator of the universe, revealed Himself to me! I am not worthy. And yet, He believes that I am. I am a healer. Reflecting on this moment, I cannot help but to connect it with the time years ago that Ms. Rob instructed me to pray with my hands for my healing power comes from them. It all makes sense when it comes full circle. He has made me a healer, and has been trying to get me to realize this, even before I was aware of what He had planned for me.

Someone reading this doesn’t know what to do in their life right now. You feel as if you have no purpose. Nothing works out the way you plan it to. But let me be a living testament and encourage you that all things work together for the good of those who love Jesus Christ. He has not forgotten about you nor has He forsaken you. He has a plan for your life. He knows what He’s doing. It may not make sense right now, but one day it will. Spend quiet time with God. Ask Him what it is that He wants you to do. He will speak and help steer you in the direction in which your destiny lies. Stay encouraged, sis. It won’t last always.