Friday night I met God as a healer.
I have taken communion. I have heard and spoken that Jesus shed His blood so that we could be free from sickness and disease. But, I admit Friday was the first time I truly grabbed hold to the wonder working power of the blood.
Friday night I met God as the One who has compassion and is moved when we are sick.
I have read the stories in the Bible of how Jesus was moved with compassion and healed. I have had hands laid on me to receive the healing power of God. But, Friday I receved a glimpse of what it means to have faith, even as small as a mustard seed and see the power of God at work.
A little over two weeks ago I started coughing. A consistant cough that wouldn't go away and surely didn't seem to be moved by medicine. I didn't think much of it as I wasn't running a fever, didn't have body aches, and needed to keep up with both work and school.
Friday though, I realized that I needed to see a doctor. Diagnosis = pnuemonia. I got a little nervous as my first thought was the stories of people I'd heard with walking pnemonia dropping dead because they could still function while being sick. My second thought was a bit of an disapointed response as I had just come off of an intensified time of seeking God and now this. Thirdly, I knew I needed to call people to pray.
A friend with insight and faith invited me to come to a healing service. My friends both near and far started praying. I made up in my mind to believe. And with the reminders of faithful encouraging friends I have kept believing and am still feeling/seeing his healing power at work in my body.
Lord I believe, help my unbelief - that has been the cry of my heart all day. Lord, help my unbelief.
My good friend Desi reminded me today - what's the point if we aren't going to believe? What is the point?
What is the point in which we decide to choose faith over fear? What is the point in which we decide to move forward in our faith instead of going backwards, or even staying in the same place. Where is the point when we let the voice of victory drown out the voices of defeat?
Friday night I met God as a healer.
His Word is true when he tells us that by His stripes we are healed. His Word is true when He tells us to shout with a voice of triumph.
Lord, help my unbelief.
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Continue walking in your healing. The worst thing that can be a detriment to our faith is people telling you that it didn't really happen, or question if you are really sick at all. I pray that God place a shield around you that the things that people spoke to discourage in their own unbelief will be deflected (ps91). Healing is the Children's bread, and as His children and heir with Christ, it's a promise that we can receive. After doubting, and receiving my own miraculous, unexpeted healing, I believe that anyone who recieves that he is a child of God can expect this as a promise, no matter how long it takes. Believing with you!
-Gabriel
Together, our faith will increase... when one starts to fall, the other will pick them up :) Im here for you, and I know you are there for me! I love you Frenika.
Thanks for sharing this because it can be so easy to let that little voice make you feel doubt at what God can do. And He can do things that we can never forsee or imagine.
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