Baby Steps

My last blog was about my journey of faith.  I want to become attuned to God’s voice in my life, guiding me and leading me down the right path, but I fully understand that I cannot grow in my relationship with God if I cannot grow in obedience.

Today I took a baby step. On my flight from Houston to San Pedro Sula, I sat next to a man who slept most of the way. It wasn’t until we had almost landed that we had any sort of conversation. He was telling me that he was visiting a city in Honduras and staying for a month at a sort of health / wellness / natural healing type of resort-spa-thing. He was talking about how he hoped it would improve his health, and help his girlfriend, who was having a lot of pain throughout her body. (His girlfriend was already there.)

I listened sympathetically, smiled and wished him health and wellness, and he responded kindly as we both began gathering our things to get off the plane.

And then I felt it…that push.  That voice, so strong that there was no point in denying that I knew what it was.

Pray for him. Don’t just wish him well. Pray for him. Pray WITH him.

One of the only ways I can conquer fear is to act without thinking, without pausing, without stopping to consider consequences. I have done it before; I did it now. I put my hand on his arm and asked him if I could pray with him. He said yes, and I said a prayer with him. It was brief, but it was genuine.

He seemed truly appreciative, and we continued our conversation through the disembarking line and even through the line at Customs. We talked about God, and healing, and hope.  When we parted, I told him I would continue to pray for him, and he thanked me over and over again. His name is Paris, and he might forget me, but I will always remember him.