Friday

You are God-Enthroned, surrounded with songs, living among the shouts of praise of your princely people. (Psa 22:3)

It wasn’t just raining, it was literally pouring down. The animal shed where we all met in Peterborough was packed to the edges and the worshippers were lost in worship of our Lord and Saviour Jesus, the Christ of GOD.

I was delegated as an usher for the evening and saw them come in. A family of three, husband and wife in dripping Sou’westers pushing a child of about 7 or 8 in an oversized pushchair.

The praises in song didn’t let up as the couple pulled away the covering on the pushchair so the child could see. I noticed how many around them saw her then, all twisted, horribly broken. The singing didn’t let up, in fact it seemed to reach a whole new level as people everywhere began stretching one hand out towards the girl and their other towards Heaven.

I stood in awe just inches away from the family. The father with his head bowed, his mouth moving wordlessly, the mother, her face tilted upwards, her tears mingling with the dripping Sou’wester.

The sound of Worship hit a peak and I genuinely thought my heart would break and then it happened. Suddenly the girl began jerking around in her chair. We all stared as if we were watching a li-lo being inflated at the beach. Her arms began to straighten, then her legs, then her back. She finally stood on her own just gazing around at everyone surrounded by the worship and shouts of utter JOY.

Her father fell to his knees, his arms outstretched to heaven. I caught his wife as she fainted … thank You Jesus. ❤️

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