I was all excited about my running experience that I promised a blog post, now later on  I don't feel that excited anymore but I think it's still worth sharing.  I left for my run, and after about 30 mn, met one of my neighbors, not too far from my house ( I stay close to the house when Graham is not home so that I can check on the kids while Mr D is sleeping).  I ran passed her, and tried to avoid to stop and kiss her as, we Frenchies like to do.  (I do not enoy giving 2 or 3 kisses with my sticky, sweatie cheeks when I am out on a run.) So I try to pass her politely, hoping she will not be offended by me not stopping and I smile and say : "hope you doing well".  At that point, she stops and starts crying, really sobbing her heart out.  So I decide that maybe I should stop.  She then tells me she has been suffering from a terrible sciatica  for a month now, and it hurts so much she can't walk, it hurts ALL THE TIME.

So I am standing there, looking at her, I decide to hug her, she is about half as tall as I am, seriously she is the smallest lady in the neighboorhood (I think Noa is taller than her), it feels a little awkward, and then I start remembering my prayer time in the morning.  I was reading through Acts, and I was challenged to pray more for the sick, and expect God to heal, and I actually asked to help me reach out to my neighbors more.  I ask her if I can pray for her, and she says "yes I would love for you to do so". She doesn't expect me to pray for her right there, but I put my hand on her back and I prayed for her out loud.  Asked God to touch her, that she would feel His lovely presence, and I boldly pray for her healing.  

Then comes the "scary", I start thinking, should I ask her if she feels better?  and I remember how many times Graham (my sweet husband) tells me that's the important part, ALWAYS ask people how they feel.  I could just walk off and not be embarrassed if nothing happened...but I work up all my courage and ask her, and she has a HUGE smile on her face and tells me she feels GREAT.

The next mile was the fastest mile of any run I have ever done, I was so happy.  Thank you Jesus. 

I must keep pressing on and live out what Jesus promised in the book of Acts.  I don't want less. I want more.

xxx, 

Léa