God At Work

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God is working mightily in and through the Papua New Guinean ladies’ Bible study I attend and get to lead occasionally. Here's an amazing story from a time our Bible study leader asked the ladies what characteristics of God stood out to them in particular or had been evident in their lives recently.

 "God em i winman!" (God is the victor!) 
From Marianne

Recently Marianne has been trying to share the good news of Jesus with her friends and family. Then, with no apparent cause she started having swelling and pain in one of her legs to the point that she could not walk. Family told her that she had the same thing that had killed another family member and they began to say that she had been "poisoned" or cursed. Marianne began to think about this and she prayed. She thought to herself, if I give in and say, like my family is saying, that I've been cursed I just give glory to Satan and proclaim that he has the power, but I know that's not true. I know God has power and the ability to have victory over this sickness. Then she thought of the story of Peter and John when they went to pray and saw the crippled man. The crippled man was healed and could walk when he believed and took Peter’s hand and stood up. Marianne trusted that God had the power to heal her in the same way. She wanted God to get the glory and to show her friends and family that God, not Satan, has the power and victory. So, in faith she got up and tried to walk. As soon as she stood up in faith, her leg straightened, the swelling went down and she boldly walked out of her house to go to church. She told us that God showed himself the victor that day to her and her friends and family.

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