by Wai-yee Schmidt
July 27, 2016
My family spent a week in New York City over summer. We were staying in a gorgeous 5-Star hotel near Central Park where Hollywood celebs hang.(I even shared the elevator with Morgan Freeman!). I booked myself a massage in the hotel spa. I was so looking forward to it … it’s been pretty intense in Manhattan so far. My therapist was a petite, gentle lady with strong hands.
We engaged in polite small talk at the beginning of the massage. She casually asked how I stay physically fit for my age and asked if I did triathlons. I laughed out loud and said no, I do workout occasionally to stay fit, but I personally believe that God is the one that keeps me healthy … SUPERNATURALLY! Surprisingly she replied, ‘I believe that too!’ That kicked off our little conversation to explore God issues. She mentioned that she was from a Catholic background. Out of nowhere,she said, as a child she used to watch her father pray in tongues(!). ???? She was fascinated and always wondered what that was all about. I took the cue from the Holy Spirit and told her, don’t get weird out, but I pray in tongues too. She then mentioned that only one relative in her family was born again, but she was not. I then asked if she would allow me to pray over her after my massage. She said yes.