Category Archives: Healing

The ecstasy and the agony…

Hear my cry, O God, listen to my prayer; from the end of the earth I call to You. When my heart is faint, lead me to the rock that is higher than I, for You have been my refuge, a strong tower against the enemy.  Psalm 61:1-2

So the last time I wrote, I was buried under a slew of  physical problems that just would not let up.  Starting a couple of weeks ago, I was reduced to sleeping about three hours at a shot, then every two hours, then one, then down to waking up every forty five minutes.  That alone is not good for sanity, let alone all of the other stuff that was going along with it.

Just over a week ago, I had a dream that seemed to go on a long time, but in real time it probably wasn’t all that long.  In my dream a multitude of people gathered around me and just kept praying what seemed to be most of the night.  I didn’t recognize them.  Before they would break, a gray haired man would lay his hand on my head and speak over me.  I didn’t know what he said–it didn’t matter.  Then they would circle me again and pray.  This same pattern repeated several times.

It wasn’t the next morning, but the morning after that I was getting up from yet another miserable night of non-sleep and pain.  This whole nightmare of physical problems had been going on for over a month.  My husband had left for the day and I was on my way out of bed, when suddenly–no bells or whistles, no angel songs or harps–my pain just went away.  Better put, God just took my pain away.  It was gone.  That awful pain that hurt when I walked, made my brain hurt and sent shock waves down my neck, shoulder and back–was gone!

That’s that ecstasy.  Here comes the agony, I guess…

This is how we know what love is: Jesus Christ laid down His life for us.  And we ought to lay down our lives for our brothers.  If anyone has material possessions and sees his brother in need but has no pity on him, how can the love of God be in him?  Dear children, let us not love with words or tongue but with actions and in truth.  1 John 3:16-18

That night I still only slept for 45 minutes at a shot, so I stayed home from work to just rest and gather myself for a day.  I hadn’t been out of the house for two full days and wasn’t planning on leaving for another day.  I was in my sweats having my quiet time, reading 1 John out loud (for concentration’s sake) all of the way through.  And I was texting a Native American friend from jail back and forth intermittently.

She was telling me how she was going to try to take her car back that was a lemon from a place that ripped her off.  She has no credit and he took advantage of her plight.  He told her she could exchange it for a different vehicle but she would need more money and she didn’t have it.  I was literally reading the above verses out loud when she said she didn’t have more money and didn’t know what to do.

So I asked if I could give her the money.  After some back and forth, the question was how she could get it.  We arranged a meeting place and time not too far from my house.  She called earlier than the arranged time, a bit lost.  So I redirected her and said that I would be there in five minutes.  I threw on a sweatshirt and a pair of boots and jumped in my vehicle for a ten minute errand–at least that’s what I thought.

On my way across the highway to meet her, suddenly I was hit by a truck that obviously I did not see coming–all I knew was that my airbags exploded, my Equinox spun around and I was plowed into the parking lot.  Next thing I know I’m in an ambulance headed to the hospital with a whiplash collar.  That was all a precaution, but suffice it to say, it was a grand mess, of which I am still wading my way through.

The upshot is that I got into it because I was seeking to obey God by putting action to my words.  All week I had to coach my friend into not being angry at God at what happened because she saw it all take place.  Her faith is all so new.  I told her that is what Satan would want, but God’s got this.  I have to trust that as I sort out the insurance, the financial loss and all of the fallout.

Sometimes we have to get our hands dirty I guess.  Isn’t that what Christmas is about?  Jesus got His hands so dirty He got nails pounded through them.  That’s mushing Christmas and Easter together, so I’m speeding ahead.  So that’s what the Gospel is all about, not just Christmas.  So it is the ecstasy and the agony.

But I’m ready for a calmer week.


What do you want Me to do for you? I want to be healed

The blind beggar called out, “Son of David, have mercy on me!” And Jesus said to him, “What do you want Me to do for you?”  And the blind man said to him, Rabbi, let me blind man.jpgrecover my sight.”  And Jesus said to him, “Go your way; your faith has made you well.”  And immediately he recovered his sight and followed him on the way.  Mark 10:48-52

Have you had weeks and months that just kind of blur together and not much big goes on, and then ‘Boom!’ big stuff happens?  Well, this last week was one of those weeks.  Let me back up.  For about the last four or five months, my left shoulder has been hurting, like bad. It had gotten to the point where I couldn’t even open up my car door without extreme pain kicking in.  I suppose it was a pinched nerve or a herniated disc.  For most of the last two or three weeks my arm was numb and cold when I woke up in the morning.

I began going to the chiropractor in June two to three times a week.  I knew I should have attended to it sooner, just too busy.  In early July the chiro said, “I can’t do anything more.  You’ve got to go to the doctor.  You’ve probably got to get an MRI.”  I nodded, but thought: “No way.  I’m not going to get an MRI.  I’m not going through all of that.”

Second strand of the story:  Over the last year, my husband and I have gotten to know a Christian brother better.  He’s the kind of guy that’s full of Holy Spirit energy.  He’s into dreams and interpreting them, so we like to talk about how God speaks to us.  He went on a missions trip to Haiti about a year and a half ago.  While there, whoever was leading the group told Brian to take charge of a line of locals who were there for healing. He was to pray for them to be healed.  Brian was thrown into just doing it, and God met him.  By the end of the day, almost all of the people were healed that he had prayed for.

He came back home thinking, “If God could work through me in Haiti, why can’t he work through me here to pray for people and see them healed?”  So he began to pray for people to be healed and things began to happen.  Brian began a small group Bible study in our area.  He has been inviting us to join us, but it hasn’t been until the last month or so that we have begun to go.

Another guy has been at the small group who also has the gift of healing, Barry.  And I sit there with a shoulder that hurts so much I can’t open my car door…I’ve been reading through the Gospels and ‘faith’ seems to be the thing that just keeps jumping out over and over.  So after the chiropractor said, “Yup, your shoulder is messed up,” I guess I knew it was time to actually apply faith and open my mouth.

So I did.  At the end of the small group, when it was time to pray, Brian asked if anyone needed any prayer.  Someone else said something first.  And then  I finally said, “My shoulder has been really bad lately.  I need prayer for it.”  So Brian said, “Okay, let’s pray for it.”  He prayed for God to heal it, then asked me to move it around.  “Nothing.”  He prayed for it again.  Still nothing.  Then another gal said, “Stand up.”  Then she had me raise my right arm.    She said, “I can feel and see the knot.  It’s huge.”

He prayed again.  Then he said, “Move it around.”  The loudest snap and crack sounded and the gal standing to my right yelled, “The knot is moving!  It’s gone!”  I moved my arm, and the knot and pinching and pain was gone.  That was five days ago.  It’s still gone.

There’s more to the story.  My husband struggles with anxiety a lot.  Like my shoulder pain, it has become more and more distinct and debilitating.  He has resisted going to the small group because he’s anxious about having to go to work the next day.  My reply is that we all have to go to work the next day, but that doesn’t change anything.  He wasn’t going to go this week because of it.

There were guest missionaries there from Albania.  They had become Christians through Barry.  As Brian was praying for me, the missionary wife was singing quietly over the whole while.  I thought it was pretty, but didn’t make much of it.  Wayne left as soon as prayer was over.  We drove separately so he could do that, our compromise.  When I got home, he said:  “I wished everyone would have stopped talking when that lady sang.  It was like a wave of peace washed over me.  I wanted her to sing over me for my anxiety.”

I asked why he didn’t stay then, but his anxiety had gotten the best of him.  But he called Barry’s the next day, in an act of faith, and asked if he could come and have them pray for his anxiety.  This was even bigger than my shoulder!  This anxiety has gripped him all of his life.

So Wayne went, and Barry and his wife and the missionaries prayed over him.  The wife sang.  Another miracle happened this week.  When Wayne left, it was like a load was taken off of him.  Peace that he hasn’t known swept over him.

I am not saying that this is a once and for all deal, because fear keeps knocking.  As we processed that freedom, we talked about how Jesus is the way and the truth–Satan is a liar.  Jesus is all about faith–Satan is all about fear.  James 4:7 says to “Resist the devil and he will flee from you.”  I say he must flee from us when we take authority in Jesus’ name.  I rebuke you fear and anxiety in Jesus’ name.

That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it!