The wind was fierce that day. Waves hit hard against the floating church in Siem Reap as Sara, Pastor David’s wife, stood there with her hand stretched out — praying, declaring peace, and rebuking the storm that threatened their village.
But in a split second, everything changed.
A thick metal cable snapped loose — whipped through the air — and struck her in the stomach with violent force. The impact threw her backward, knocking her into the lake.
People screamed. Men jumped into the water to save her. They pulled her up — pale, barely conscious, trembling in pain — and carried her out of the water to the muddy shoreline. From there, they rushed her to the nearest hospital.
The doctors took an X-ray but said they couldn’t find any internal damage, so they sent her home. But by the next day, her pain was unbearable. Something wasn’t right. They went to another hospital for more tests — and what they found was severe. Her intestines had been badly injured. She needed emergency surgery.
The surgeon later said that if she had arrived even one hour later, she wouldn’t have survived.
But God had another plan.
When Heaven Came Near
A few days later, our team landed in Cambodia. Pastor David met us at the airport and drove us straight to the hospital. When we stepped into Sara’s room, the moment she saw us, tears filled her tired face. None of us said a word.
We gathered around her bed, singing songs of healing, anointing her with oil, and calling on the name above every name. The presence of God filled that hospital room. It was thick. Holy. Undeniable.
Though eleven lives were lost that day in the storm, God spared hers. As we prayed, the Lord whispered to our hearts to tell her: “Don’t be afraid. Keep your eyes on Me—everything will be okay.”
The moment those words were spoken, something began to shift in Sara. Her countenance changed; faith began to rise within her. Hope filled her heart, and strength started to return to her frail body.
The Miracle Unfold
Sitting nearby was a sixteen-year-old girl — their spiritual daughter, once rejected by her family. She had watched everything unfold — the tears, the worship, the presence of God filling the room — and her heart was undone. The same love that was healing Sara began to pour over her too.
We reached out our hands, blessing her, embracing her, speaking life and identity over her. And in that moment, the atmosphere broke open even more.
Then it happened.
Sara, who just hours earlier had needed two people to help her sit up, suddenly lifted herself. She raised her hands toward heaven and began to pray — strong, steady, and full of life.
We all wept. The joy was overwhelming. Through tears, she said, “I feel like I’m not even sick anymore.”
From that moment, her recovery was miraculous. Within two days, she was discharged from the hospital—completely healed. Just days later, she came to the conference and even helped serve food to others. Can you believe it? This is the same woman who was fighting for her life five days earlier—her family shaken to the core, unsure she would survive. Yet here she was, smiling, joyful, pouring out love on everyone around her.
It still blows my mind to have witnessed it all. Honestly, I’m still in awe of who my God is. I’m writing this down so I can remember His goodness for a very long time. And I want you to know—my God is a very good One.
He still rescues.
He still heals.
And even in the fiercest storms, He’s still writing stories of redemption.
Anh (Mei) Powers
Prophetic Teacher & Missionary • Raise the Nations