God’s Possibilities Are Endless By Cindy Oriol
Ever since I was a young girl, I have known that I was meant to do something special for God, my Father. I did not know what that was until He revealed it in my dreams at a later age.
When I moved from Indiana to Kentucky, I became a member of a Baptist church. I joined a women’s group that was working with the missionaries who were serving foreign countries.
I can recall that as a child, my heart would leap for joy at every chance I could get to take care of the elderly and the sick. It was like I could not see or do enough for them.
At our first meeting, they taught me to make and roll up bandages that were headed to the sick in Nairobi, Kenya. Instantly my mind wandered back to my younger years when I dreamt of Africa and the possibilities that God wanted for me to accomplish there.
One particular incident was the day my aunt fell and broke her arm. We were walking down the street from our home on a cold and blustery day. It had snowed a little the night before, but the sidewalks were passable, or so we thought. As we were strolling arm in arm on the somewhat slippery pavement, my aunt’s feet slid from beneath her, and down she went. She landed on her left arm and broke it. I tried to break her fall, but I was not strong enough to handle the both of us. At the age of eight, I became her nurse. I bathed and clothed her, made her meals, and we reminisced about the good old days. The closer I became to her, the closer I felt to God. As the years rolled by, I would have these dreams of faraway places in different areas of Africa. I felt strongly in my heart that it was a special place for me, especially in Nairobi, Kenya.
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A few years later, at a Christian concert where the band “MercyMe” was playing, their staff were passing out pamphlets to sponsor a child through Compassion International. I chose a little girl who lived in Nairobi, Kenya. Think it a coincidence? No! That was only possible through God. God has made it possible for me to go on seven mission trips. Even when it looked as if I would not have the funds to attend, He made the way. I have come to realize that by becoming a missionary, you do not have to go to other regions of the world. You can do the work of the LORD in your own territory. Every time I took care of one of my patients in my career of thirty-five years, I was doing His work. This was the mission that He had planted in my heart as a child. Healings and taking away our pain in our trials and replacing it with joy are only possible with God. He takes our darkest days and uses them to teach us and others how to further His kingdom and to be more like Jesus.
