I’m going to be real here, it’s taken a bit of stretching for me to be so vulnerable and talk about what I believe, especially knowing most of you don’t believe it. I’m not naive to think everyone is going agree when I put these pretty radical, insane, crazy thoughts out there about healing. Shoot, people tell me I’m nuts and need professional help! I’m not kidding! I’m actually used to having people not like what I stand for, what I have to say, who I am. That’s happened my whole life. I am a little radical! But after all I’ve seen, no amount of negativity is going to convince me it’s not real. I still love people. I still believe in God. Most importantly — I’m not here to argue or debate theology, and I’m not trying to convince or convert anyone by force… that ain’t me. This is just my blog and I’ve said it before — I share every facet of my life on here. I always have. And considering how important God is to me and how I see Him involved in every part of my life, I actually keep it pretty tame for you guys, hahaha.
I’m not even just talking about my readers who don’t believe in God… there are a lot of Christians who don’t believe that God heals. I understand, I do. It wasn’t that long ago that I didn’t fully believe it or understand it. But I couldn’t get past how the Bible says He is the Healer. Even when I wasn’t seeing any prayers answered in my own life, I still heard of cool stuff happening over in Africa and I wanted to know that was for me too. I think most Christians have heard stories of healings, but we don’t see it a lot here in America. I wanted to see the Healer in action. Not in theory, not just in other countries, but in MY LIFE. I want tangible, undeniable evidence.
See, I couldn’t pick out parts of the Bible to believe anymore. If I believe in part of the Bible as truth, I have to believe in the whole thing or it just doesn’t work. I can’t choose the easy parts to go along with and then turn around and ignore, debate or argue that the rest isn’t true or isn’t for us today. I can either believe the whole book is a load of garbage or I can believe it’s completely the truth — it’s really that simple. No more picking and choosing things that I’m comfortable with believing. I believe God is good, that He never changes, that the Bible is true, but there are these parts I don’t get and that make me feel uncomfortable? Then I am the one that needs more understanding! Pretty simple. That’s Christianity in a nutshell. Growth and stretching.
So yeah, I completely believe in healing now. And I’ll tell you one of the first things that fully freaked me out (in a good way!) and convinced me of it. A few years ago, I was just puttering around the house one Saturday afternoon and all of a sudden I had this feeling in my heart to go pray for my Dad’s back and legs. At this point, I had received prayer at church for recurring UTI’s and kidney problems and had them completely disappear after being in pain and hooked on meds for 8 years, so I was open to healing at this point TO SAY THE LEAST. That’s a story for another day. But I’m being 100% honest, I thought I was making it up in my own head. And I had no idea my Dad was in any pain or needed prayer. My Dad is not one to complain, exaggerate, or look for attention and has always kept to himself, so if this was true, it was news to me. I thought it was a little crazy that it was such a specific thought, but it was just so clear that I couldn’t ignore it.
So I called my Dad. “I feel like I’m supposed to pray for your back…” and he was like, “Honey, if God told you to pray for me, go for it!” This was so new; I had never prayed for healing for anyone. Sure, I had asked God to heal me, my kids, help me in times of need, etc., but I had never prayed a focused prayer for a specific injury and saw the prayer answered before my eyes. Never. Didn’t even know that could happen. Maybe somewhere in Africa, haha.
I went to my parents’ house and my Dad told me that his back has been stiff for years and it was just such a normal part of his life by now that he didn’t really think about it any more. Wow. The feeling was right on. So I prayed for Dad. I said something super simple — that in Jesus’ name, healing would come to his back and legs. I was so nervous! What if I was wrong? What if I was making it up or imagining that I heard God tell me to go pray for him? I’d look like a lunatic. I did it anyway. We have to be childlike in this Christian thing.
Next thing I knew, “Amen” happened and my Dad was testing out his back and legs to see if anything changed. He bent over and kept going, all the way until his palms touched the ground! He couldn’t reach past his knees earlier. He stood up and I remember him saying something like, “This is so cool…” and on the verge of the giggles. I had never seen him like that! He tried twisting his back from side to side, his back made a loud pop and loosened up right in that instant. He moved and twisted and bent down to touch the ground in ways he hadn’t been able to in years! I was just standing there like, “Seriously?? It worked??”
Seriously, it worked.
That was the first of many times that someone close to me has experienced immediate pain relief or healing in their body as a result of someone praying. I know it can seem like a coincidence, or you can explain it away saying your body has ways of naturally healing itself — yes, it does! Our bodies are amazing! But these things have happened immediately after someone prays and lays hands, after needing relief for years and having nothing else work! That’s quite a coincidence there! It’s a lot harder for me to believe that all these things I’ve seen are coincidences than to believe it was God. None of it makes sense in my reasoning mind, but my heart just knows.
There is a place for medicine — thank God for doctors and nurses and modern medicine! Don’t misunderstand me and think I’m calling out people who need medicine — no way. But sometimes medicine doesn’t heal you completely. Sometimes you need a miracle. Sometimes, you don’t want to be hooked on pain relievers your whole life, like me with those dang UTI’s. It was miserable and obviously God cared about it or I wouldn’t have been healed that day at church when I wasn’t even expecting it. I couldn’t deny God’s healing power after that day I prayed for my Dad. And I keep seeing it over and over and over and I know He wants Christians to get this and believe it and walk in it. People need relief. People need to know God loves them and wants them well and that He’s not the one that made them sick — He’s the Healer.
So random blog commenters and even my dearest friends can call me crazy, but I am seeing it alive and active in my life and in the lives of others who also believe in it. I know it sounds crazy. I thought so too. But it’s real. It’s for everyone. And God’s awesome.