Dear Little Slave girl,
Naaman held you captive yet you called him great,
You served his wife, and never did you curse your fate,
Faith in God, a flame ignited inside of you,
Idolaters around; but you held onto what was true.
You saw Naaman’s misery; saw your lady’s grief too,
The God you serve, heals—this was something you knew,
So you did not hold back from telling what God can do,
No pint of doubt, nothing hard to construe.
You witnessed God before Naaman who was known to be mighty,
As he was desperately searching a cure for his leprosy,
Makes me wonder why he even listened to you,
Maybe he was just ready to do anything for a breakthrough
Doubts glistened when the prophets did not step out,
But Naaman did what he was told, he did not flout,
Dipped seven times and saw his disease fade out,
The skin was fixed like cracks sealed with grout.
Thank you for showing me the power of witnessing,
you were captive yet caring,
unimportant yet declaring,
That your God brings healing,
And no matter how small you are,
Your testimony has the power to mar,
all prejudice, all wrongs, every rigid heart,
and loving someone who held you hostage is surely a divine art.
Love,
The Insignificant Woman
There was a time when I was apprehensive to share my faith with the ones around me. I always thought that I had to have a supernatural experience or story to go with it. So, I hesitated—not once, not twice but multiple times. It was mostly because I never won any arguments. Also, there was a tendency to develop a slight bitterness towards the person involved in the argument. Coward, some say. And probably that tag is correct. But this all until I deeply understood the meaning of witnessing Christ.
One of the idiosyncrasies of Naaman’s story is the individual who facilitated the journey of his healing—the slave girl. The first time I read the story, I wondered what made her so interested in Naaman’s healing or rather how can she want this man, who took her away from her land and people, to be healed?
I read it again and again—and again. This little slave girl reflected God’s love. It is easy to love people who show favour towards you but extremely hard to love difficult people. Despite the fact that she was taken into slavery by this proud commander, she cared for his family. She could not watch the grief of Naaman’s wife or the pain of her master. She not only showed God’s love but also witnessed the God she served to them. Sometimes, the most insignificant people make a significant change. No matter who you are and what situation you are in, God will use you to minister to people and lead them to their journey of healing.
Note: Witnessing God comes from a place of love.
When you love someone, you can’t stop talking about them, can you? And surely, “Out of the abundance of the heart, the mouth speaks” (Mathew 12:34). When our heart is for the Lord and full of Him, we would never cringe at the thought of sharing His Word to the ones around us. They may mock you but press on, for “Blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteousness, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven” (Mathew 5:10).
Fill your heart with so much love that it overflows. For this, you need more of God; because this kind of love is purely divine. Witnessing starts with loving people—even the ones you think don’t deserve it. And no, you don’t need a goosebump-inducing miracle story to be a miracle for someone else.