After Sunday services concluded one of the two people in the congregation lifted up came up and asked for a prayer. We stood there in the front of the church praying fervishly for her macular degeneration. When we finished we both exclaimed our love for God and one-another...then walked our separate ways.
It is so good to see a season of few healing services come to an end and usher in a new season. Isn't it strange how sometimes our walk goes in seasons rather than being a constant?