I am sitting here wondering how to start this entry. I have been a firm believer in God’s supernatural healing power. I have experienced healing in my own body on so many occasions and have seen others healed that it never really was an issue for me in my walk with the Lord. I have laid my hands on many people, anointing them with oil and praying the prayer of faith and have seen God do supernatural things that no man could explain away. We have had a daughter that was born dead (black and blue) and not breathing, and as my wife pleaded with the doctor to tell us what we had, and him telling her that it didn’t matter now, and then hearing her cry out “in Jesus Name breathe” and hearing the baby cry out gasping for that first breath of air, yeah I’ve seen God’s hand move. (Gabby is 13 now and a beautiful soul). We have prayed for our children over the years that God has healed when other children had the same symptoms as them and were sick for days or weeks.
I have also seen the Lord heal my wife. She has had at least 2 heart attacks that we know of. I have seen her vomit red foam as she cried out to God for healing while we were praying for her. I have felt the power of God come over me as we have prayed over her and immediately she would be better. But there was this time……..
For the past few weeks she has been going through a battle in her body. She was hurting in her legs and lost feeling in one arm and hand. So we did as we do…… we began to pray. It is not that we don’t believe in going to the doctors or seeking medical help, it is that we have taken God at His Word. We try to trust in Him, and He has never failed us. We support anyone who wants to go to the doctor. We have just experienced His healing power so many times, that this is the norm for us. But this time there was no immediate healing like times past. So we continued to pray. She got worse. She couldn’t hardly walk and needed help to get from the couch to the bathroom at times. She couldn’t get up and down the stairs at church and had to have help. She barely could hold a pen in her hand. But God did heal. As she started getting feeling back in her arm, the other arm and hand began to lose feeling. Again, I have seen God heal this woman that I love so many times, that I guess I just expected God to move, but He didn’t……. not right away anyhow. So as any christian does at times, I began to doubt. And not only doubt God, but also to fear that this was it for her. That maybe Jesus wasn’t going to hear our prayer this time. I then I began to read stories of others who are going through some kind of suffering, and I began to be so grieved. I would go find a place where I could cry and try to comprehend my life without this beautiful gift that God had blessed me with 25 years ago. I had forgotten who Jesus Christ is and what His word says about healing. He suffered stripes for our healing. I began to look at the hopelessness of this world we live in. As Paul stated in the Bible “if in this WORLD ONLY we have our hope, then we would be men most miserable.” I can admit that I was in anguish and despair about this, unlike any time before. I have always believed that if we put our trust in the power of Jesus to heal then we have to accept the answer that he gives. But the thought just kept coming to me that she might be taken from me this time.
That was until yesterday………………………..
It was not a special day other than being the Lord’s day. We got up and did our normal Sunday morning routine. We got to church as usual. Made it through Sunday School and was in the morning service as we have done just about every Sunday morning since we have been together. The sermon was a good one. Again, just another day in the Lord’s house. Then as the message was coming to a close, the Holy Ghost began to move in our midst. One brother in the Lord began to shout and dance in the Spirit, then another cried out and fell forward onto the floor in awesome worship. Pretty soon the church came alive with the power of God. We were all shouting and praising the Lord. About that time, my Co-Pastor came down to my sweet wife and prophesied to her to cry out to God for her healing. At first she was a little hesitant as she had not been able to even stand totally on her own. Then a wave of cool breeze came across the back of our church and she let out that familiar cry that I have heard her cry many times in our lives. She began to shout, and then to walk up and down the aisle of the church. She was not stumbling or shaking as she had in weeks past. She needed no one by her side to help her along. She was HEALED! I could do nothing but drop to the floor and cry out to God in gratitude for another miracle………. and to repent. To ask the Lord to forgive me for my doubt and unbelief. To ask Him to help me to remember that He has the FINAL say and maybe spread some hope in this hopeless world we are living in. Friend don’t lose hope. Remember God wants the best for us. Trust in Him! What a blessing to know the God of Heaven. And so today………….
For This I’m Thankful.
For This I'm Thankful 