Yesterday at the pool there was a teenage boy with Down's Syndrome along with someone who only looked to be in her early twenties (sister maybe?). Well, he was making loud noises in the pool and I smiled over at them a few times. While in the changing room I felt the Holy Spirit ask if I would pray for him to be healed and whole. I then (in my human brain) started thinking through the repercussions of God doing a creative miracle in the middle of the pool as people watched.
And, it scared me.
Lord...what if his family likes him the way he is? There is something so innocent about these children. What would he be like if he was completely healthy?
And, again, the Holy Spirit asked me if I would be willing to pray for him. And truthfully, I was shocked that I couldn't just march over and do this. I was thinking that if I prayed for him and God healed him what in the world would happen? People would be screaming and completely freaking out. And, then even worse, what if "nothing" happened. God, I've got to bring my family to this pool all summer....can we work up to this?
I finally resolved that if I sensed God was setting me up to do this, He would also provide the opportunity. So, for the next hour we passed by them in the pool and I smiled at them and made eye contact. At one point I think I said something like "Hello there". They probably thought I was some deranged stalker. It wasn't until they pulled out of the parking lot right ahead of us that I was so disappointed. Have I learned NOTHING in my walk with Christ? I almost felt like it was more of a test and while I gave God my honest answer, it was still way off the mark. And, if I see them again this week at the pool would I do anything about it?
That's the million dollar question.