by Gabe Puckett | @gabriel_puckett
When I first moved to New York, my friend Jordan and I saw this man, Sael and his daughter on the train. His eye looked horrible. He is blind, but one eye was gashed and bloodshot.
It was obvious that he and his daughter had a very special relationship. Jordan and I both felt tons of affection from the Father for both of them. We also both felt compelled to pray for them. The train stopped and he and his daughter got off. We kept going. Later we had a conversation about how we wished we had stepped out in boldness to pray for him.
Little did we know, God would give us another chance. Within a week we were on the train again. In a city of 8 million people who should walk back into our path but Sael and his daughter! This time we knew we had to go for it! We encouraged each other and then mustered up the courage to approach them.
The week before he had bent over to hug his daughter and gashed his eyeball on a bus sign. He was in a lot of pain. I prayed for him that God would restore his sight and heal his vision. His sight did not return, but he said that He felt the presence of God and felt something moving around in his head behind his eyes. He said he felt the peace of God and knew it was the Holy Spirit moving in his body. Woohoo! God is good!!!