We’ve been staying at Ground Zero, on a sports field next to the local fire brigade, surrounded by apartment buildings and homes that have been reduced to rubble. Together with search and rescue teams, we sleep on mattresses on the floor, something we’re deeply grateful to have received from a local church.

As painful as the reason is for being here, this place has slowly started to feel like home. The mornings have become our favorite. Waking up to mosquitoes and the first sunlight, with a pink sky at 6 a.m., coffee in our hands.

This morning, Andreina, a local woman we’ve been serving closely alongside, shared another testimony before we started the day. She reminded us that God gives each of us different gifts, not so we can rely on ourselves, but so the Holy Spirit can work through us. We won’t always know exactly what to do, but He will guide us in the right place, at the right time. We closed in prayer and headed out.

Only minutes later, someone called for help. A man had dislocated his shoulder.

One of our volunteers had previously learned shoulder reductions from a YouTube tutorial. We assessed the injury together and carefully tried different techniques as a crowd gathered around us. While one volunteer worked on the shoulder, another kept the man calm by talking with him and gently massaging the muscles.

Quietly, we prayed.

The doubts came after some time of trying: What if this doesn’t work? What if we fail in front of everyone? Just as we were about to stop…

“It’s back in!”

The man’s face changed instantly.

Praise God.

The miracle wasn’t simply that a shoulder went back into place. The miracle was seeing how God prepares ordinary people, uses what they’ve learned, and meets them in moments where they feel completely inadequate.

Our job isn’t to have all the answers. Our job is to be available, faithful, and willing to be used.

Anyone can see a mountain. Faith will see it moved.