Ted Eaton invited me to go with him to a conference at Killington Ski area in Vermont. I was very hesitant not being sure if the drive would be worth it but agreed thinking it would be a good chance to hang out with Ted. We arrived in the parking lot of Killington and I was ready to go home. I had no sense of anything being able to happen here in a ski area building, particularly in the summer, with no snow.
This event was an amazing time. We were sitting near the front of the room that held about one thousand people, and at one point during the worship, a young girl, probably eleven or twelve, sitting next to me, was slouched in her seat looking very disgruntled. I sensed the Spirit nudge me and I leaned over to her and asked if that was her mother up dancing during the worship. She nodded yes, sank further down in her seat, and turned her head away from me. My heart went out to her. I leaned way over toward her and whispered in her ear, “You know, your mother is really weird.” She sat up and looked at me and shook her head yes.
From that point on it seemed the Spirit led. “Your Mom and Dad just got divorced, didn’t they?” She shook her head yes, and I told her I thought the Lord had told me that because He wanted me to tell her something else. “What’s that…?” Tears were running down her cheeks. I asked if it was OK if I held her hands, took them in mine, and looked in her eyes telling her that the Lord was giving her real power, that her parents were probably in more pain than she was, and He was giving her the power to bless them, really bless them, with joy and the Spirit, and forgiveness. I told her I could feel the power in her hands, and the Lord was giving her this power and authority.
She asked, “What should I do?” I told her I thought she should use this power, to go find her mother, lay both her hands on her chest near her mother’s heart, thank the Lord for your Mom, bless her, and try to listen to what the Lord would tell you to do next. She immediately went and found her Mom amidst the chaos and noise of the worship. I stood up to see where she was going. She went directly to her mother who was standing, worshiping with two or three hundred others, and laid both her hands over her mother’s heart.
I could only imagine what was said, but within seconds the mother was weeping and fell to her knees. The young girl kept her hands on her mother’s heart as she knelt in front of her and could see she was continuing to pray for her Mom. It was an incredible sight.
An hour or so later, the girl, beaming and filled with the Spirit, with her Mom in hand, introduced me to her mother. We sat, and I got the whole story. They had just gotten a divorce in Florida and she had come north to Vermont to stay with friends with her daughter. Her daughter had not said a word to her in two weeks and the mother was very distraught. The friends she was staying with advised her to go to this conference at Killington.
The Lord let me be a part of this very beautiful thing, and both the daughter and her Mom wrote me letters months later, saying how the Lord had blessed them and was continuing to bless them.