I understand that there are a lot of us out there who have trouble when it comes to seeing miraculous physical healing.
Can I preempt this post with saying that I totally understand? That if you struggle with this concept, I am not expecting this post to dramatically change your beliefs?
I struggled with this concept for years. I changed my beliefs on the matter several times.
This is my personal story, and I hope it brings encouragement.
Has anyone seen the book of Mormon? It follows two Mormon missionaries to Uganda who are ready to convert a tribe to their religion.
There is a scene where an African sings out in the midst of endless’gospel’ talk, that he still has maggots in his scrotum. That 80% of his tribe were dealing with aids. What was a Mormon going to do to change it?
That wasn’t the worst of their problems. The ‘gospel’ didn’t help their situation, at all.
This was basically the whole premise of the show, and while I laughed until I cried, it still hit a soft spot.
I don’t want a God that doesn’t care. I don’t want a God that doesn’t help. I don’t want a God who doesn’t come with power.
The past year I’ve been on a quest to understand, claim, and practice physical healing.
I’ve been so thankful because not only have I seen miracles, I’ve experienced them in my own family home.
Today was no exception.
This morning we attended a birthday party at Bounce U with my 4 and 2 year old. They had the time of their life, until one of them got hurt.
At first, I didn’t think much of it. It appeared that my oldest boy had somehow scraped the inside of his eye. It didn’t seem serious, and I thought a prayer and some ice would make the pain go away.
But it didn’t.
He didn’t enjoy his cake, 30 minutes later. (What 4 year old doesn’t enjoy cake?)
He barely ate his lunch.
He cried and kept asking me to pray again for his eye. This is unlike my son.
It was bloodshot and he could barely keep it open.
I prayed. Nothing happened.
I thought maybe a nap would fix the problem.
But when he woke up, he wouldn’t open his eye at all, and he was starting to scream in pain.
I prayed again. While it calmed him down some, it wasn’t taking away the pain. I was getting concerned, and I was about to rush to urgent care.
For my child to suddenly need urgent care for an eye that only seemed to be getting worse, was terrifying to me.
My son was hurting. That crushes a mother’s soul faster than anything else on the planet.
I asked Ben to bring our neighbor over to pray for our son before we went to the ER.
(For those of you who don’t know, God put these backyard neighbors in our life right when we needed it most. Our neighbors are on a very similar journey to us and are always more than happy to pray and fellowship at any given moment.)
A few short moments later, my son was instantaneously healed after our neighbor lovingly prayed over my sons eye.
I believe that while he prayed, Jesus came and kissed my sons eye.
Can you imagine what that did to my heart? I wish I could replay the scene right here for you all to witness, just to see the love and compassion that was happening in that room, on that couch, in that moment.
It doesn’t take much for Jesus. It was never hard for him, and it still isn’t hard for him today.
It is my wish for all of God’s people to start claiming what is rightfully theirs because of what the scriptures say.
Jesus loves us so much, and he hasn’t changed since he ascended. He is still very much a healer and a lover to all souls, regardless if saved or not. He is in the business of dong good and healing all that are oppressed of the devil.
Jesus is a friend, a healer, and a very present help in trouble. He is not far away and is ready to comfort and to restore what was lost.
As he would say,
“Be not afraid, only believe”