692. “After being discharged from the hospital, I went straight to the Catholic church.”

💌 692. “After being discharged from the hospital, I went straight to the Catholic church.”

That day, I thought, “I need to go home early today for my husband.” So, after the prayer meeting ended, I tried to leave quickly. But soon, several people held onto me, asking for prayers. “Sister Julia, please pray for me.” I responded, "Would you mind receiving prayers from the other volunteers instead?" But they said, “Oh no! Absolutely not. It has to be you, Julia!”—completely adamant.

They were so earnest in their request that I could not possibly walk away. So I offered it up with Semchigo as if I were being loved by the Lord. I said to my husband, “Julio, I am sorry. Would you mind waiting just a little longer?” and he readily agreed, saying, “Sure, go ahead.” How exhausted my husband must have been—working all day and going around without even having had ddinner. I was so deeply grateful to him for staying silently by my side, and I always prayed for him to the Lord. 

At that time, I did not pray the healing prayer by myself because I did not want people to say, "Julia healed me." So, I would always ask other volunteers to join me in prayer. But everyone left, saying they were busy. Fortunately, sister Agnes from Wolsan-dong in Gwangju willingly agreed, and we prayed together. As soon as I began praying, people started lining up.

If I prayed for only a few and left, I worried that others might commit sins or feel hurt by thinking, “Why did she pray for them but not for me?” So, I found myself praying for everyone, which inevitably caused more delays. In the midst of praying, someone suddenly tapped me and asked, "Do you recognize me?" At that time, anyone who had attended a Holy Spirit seminar or retreat would likely have known me. So, assuming they were someone familiar, I simply replied, "Ah, yes," and continued praying.

I answered that way because if I had said, “I do not know you,” it might have made her feel awkward and hurt. But then, she returned, nudged me again, and said, "After you are done praying, pray for me too."

Once again, I simply replied, "Yes." It was the very moment when I placed my hand on her chest, closed my eyes, and was about to begin praying for her.

Six months ago, when I was hospitalized at Gwangju Christian Hospital, the memory of the sister who kept coughing nonstop in the bed to the left of mine came to my mind, as if in a flash. At that moment, when I placed my hand on the sister’s chest and prayed, the Lord revealed to me all the wounds she had endured throughout her life.

She had suffered deep emotional scars that had festered into resentment, affecting even her heart. Unable to confide in anyone, she had bottled up all her pain until it manifested as illness. But that day, as she received prayer, she broke down in uncontrollable sobs, and both her emotional wounds and physical illness were healed. She was discharged from the hospital immediately. Now, opening my eyes and looking at her, I was astonished—it was her!

"Oh my goodness, Sister! What brings you here?" I could not hide my surprise. 

Because, when she was in the hospital, she said she did not even know God at all. At that time, I had never told anyone in the hospital room that I went to church, nor had I ever said a word to her about attending church. So seeing her now at a Charismatic Prayer Meeting was something I could never have imagined. In a Jeolla dialect, she responded loudly.

"Oh, do not even mention it! You have no idea how much grace I have received. After being discharged from the hospital, I did not even go home— I went straight to the Catholic church!" In just six months, she had become a Catholic, and now she had even come to the charismatic prayer meeting. Seeing me there, she was both surprised and overjoyed, and had come forward to receive prayer.

As I heard those words, tears flowed from my eyes. "Oh, my Lord, who alone deserves all glory! My love! May You receive praise, thanksgiving, glory, and adoration forever and ever. You have called this child through this sinful handmaid and led her to a new life of resurrection. Please allow her to always dwell in joy, love, and peace within the love of the Lord and the Blessed Mother. And through this humble sinner, may You continue to be glorified, and may my heart never cease to overflow with gratitude…" After offering this prayer of thanksgiving, we embraced each other once again, just as we had in the hospital, and wept aloud. At that moment, I heard the gentle and tender voice of Jesus quietly speaking to me:

“My beloved Little Soul! The tears you have shed are tears of joy, poured out from your love for your neighbors, so they are tears united to My own joy.”

My personal reflection note with Mama Julia🌹💗 

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