The school where I work is holding their annual plastic drive. Families bring in plastic trash and the classroom with the highest weight of recyclable plastic wins. The school in the district with the highest weight wins. Last year, our school won and the kids would like to win again.
I brought in a large bag (4 feet tall by 2 1/2 feet wide) stuffed with plastic. All of the kids wanted to take that to their class but only one bag so, in an effort to be fair, we decided on lottery tickets. I put kid’s names on tickets and placed them in a bowl and drew out one lucky winner. Kids that did not hear their name called were disappointed for themselves but happy for the winner. Probably slightly more disappointed for themselves. These are elementary aged children! We, as adults, would never act that way! Right?
I recently shared with a friend that God had healed me of fibromyalgia. He has been in pain for years and has had countless surgeries and still not completely healed. I hoped to encourage him to not give up on God.
All he said was, “lucky you”.
Then he added, “congratulations”.
I wanted to say this wasn’t a lottery. Healing doesn’t depend on luck. God promises that what He has done for one, He will do for all. He is no respecter of persons. But he had that closed off look people get when they don’t want to hear any more.
I understand giving up on God. My healing didn’t come after one prayer, or one time of being anointed with oil, or one week of confessing healing scriptures. This blog is testimony to the time I have spent waiting on a healing and the posts only cover four years. I lived with chronic pain for over 22 years and then one day, the pain was gone. I can’t explain that but I know luck deserves no credit whatsoever.
I remember all too well hearing testimonies of people being healed and feeling sad for myself because I wasn’t. I didn’t credit this to luck as much to thinking I had done something wrong. Didn’t have enough faith or something like that. Maybe I waivered in my faith too much or didn’t confess enough.
There was a tremendous amount of torment in waiting for a healing that didn’t seem to be coming. And so I gave up. I gave up blogging and searching for answers. I gave up confessing scriptures and seeking God for a healing.
I never gave up believing, however, that God is a healer and that healing is the children’s bread. I simply gave up letting that quest dominate my prayer life and my thinking.
And one day I realized I hadn’t taken any pain meds in quite a while.
I couldn’t remember the last time I couldn’t sleep because of pain.
The pain that had been a part of my life 24/7 was gone.
That’s not luck, that’s God!
Abba Father, thank You. Thank You for touching my body and bringing the long awaited healing. I praise You for not forgetting about me or giving up on me or turning Your back on me. For those who are waiting on a healing, Lord, I ask that You touch them in a palpable way, remind them of Your love and grace and mercy. And please, let Your healing flow to them. In Jesus’ name, amen.
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