In our Hispanic family, of nine children, we never heard the words, “I love you,” but it was understood that our parents loved us by the way they provided for us and cared for us. As I grew up I longed to hear these three wonderful words from them.
In January of 1995 I received a call from one of my sisters telling me that they needed my help with my mother’s care. She had fallen and her condition was weak, so I boarded a bus to Phoenix, Arizona, but before I left I promised God that I would pray with her every night, because I had become a firm believer in prayer. When I arrived I found that she required total care, so I put my nursing skills to work.
Our first night together I knelt beside her bed and prayed with her.
“God, I know that my mother is ready to meet you, so I can only say, Your will be done.”
The presence of Jesus filled the room and He drew us closer to each other than we had ever been.
“I love you mom,” I whispered and kissed her frail hand.
“And I love you,” she replied.
I finally heard those three words that I longed to hear all my life and the tears of joy filled my eyes from deep within like a fountain. There was healing in those words for both of us that night.
I spent four wonderful weeks with her and prayed with her every night, and through this we both received spiritual healing, and her strength was renewed. In no time she was walking with her walker, and by the time I left she was walking on her own.
In times like these we receive a refilling of the Holy Spirit that has laid dormant in our hearts, and our vessel will always be running over with God’s love.
James 5:16 (N.I.V.) “Therefore confess your sins to each other pray for each other so that you may be healed. The prayer of a righteous man is powerful and effective.”
There is power in prayer when done in love and forgiveness.
I’ll always remember those three words, “I love you,” that she spoke to me that night.