It was the week of Christmas – you know, the time when everyone is hustling & bustling, last minute gift shopping & baking… my favorite time of year. But this year was different, instead of enjoying the summer weather on the beach with the sand between my toes with friends and family… I spent time in the tiled 4 walls of the bathroom. As gross as that sounds, it is honestly as gross as it was.
I was man-down. Somehow I had contracted what seemed to be Gastroenteritis (Gastro) and my body literally felt like a balloon that had been pricked – deflating fast. I have never been that sick in my life. Everything hurt and because I couldn’t keep any food in, my body was weak, dehydrated and I had no energy. I will never forget lying on the bathroom floor one night wondering if I was going to die. I remember crawling back into bed and all I could utter was the Name of Jesus.
“Oh Lord my God, I cried out to You, and You healed me.”(Psalm 30:2 NKJV)
But I wasn’t getting better – I felt like I was getting worse. After 4 days both my parents & my husband were trying to take me to hospital, and I was resisting with everything. I was believing God for a miracle. (Now do not get me wrong, I am in full support of hospitals – I am personally just terrified of pain and specifically needles – so the idea of getting put on a drip gave me enough energy to resist.) Christmas eve came and as I stared at the ceiling of my bedroom, I knew this wasn’t right. I should be outside with my family, boating, swimming and EATING (hello, we wait all year for the Christmas goodies to come out!)
I went to bed that night, and I asked God for one thing: a Christmas miracle. I asked Him to work a miracle in my body as I slept (sleep…something I hadn’t done for the past week either).
God gave me a miracle.
As I enjoyed the most restful night of sleep in a while, the Lord worked a miracle in my body. In the above Scripture, “healed” means: to repair, refresh and take care of. And that is what He did – He repaired, He refreshed and He took care of me. I woke up on Christmas morning feeling stronger than I had been in a long while. Now I still wasn’t ready to run a marathon (I am never actually ready to run a marathon ;))
…but I was healed.
I don’t know where in life you are or what you may be suffering with (it doesn’t even have to be a literal sickness, maybe it’s a broken heart?) – what I do know is that God is the Healer. Maybe you say that you have asked God for healing for yourself or maybe a loved one, and you haven’t seen a result. Well, I didn’t see a result immediately either … and some things I don’t understand but the fact remains, He healed me. I pray that your level of faith would utterly destroy any fear that you are facing & that you come to know Jesus Christ as your personal Healer. There is power in the Name of Jesus – not just to save, but also to heal.
Christmas day 2015 will forever be engraved in my heart as the year I didn’t just celebrate the birth of a Savior, but the birth of a Healer.
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