Yeshua still heals. His compassions never fail and they are new every morning.
“Have compassion on me, Lord, for I am weak. Heal me, Lord, for my bones are in agony. – Psalm 6:2”
Three years ago, I had surgery to replace my right hip that was bone-on-bone due to osteoarthritis that I had inherited from my dad. During the surgery, my femur (the long bone in the thigh) fractured. My doctor stopped the surgery and prayed for me. Then he set titanium rings around the bone so that it wouldn’t shift or get worse while it was healing. After the surgery, I went for a bone density test and was told that I had osteopenia. Though not as severe as osteoporosis, it does make it easier for bones to fracture. And mine had.
Unfortunately for me, the femur didn’t heal. Instead, it fractured into many more pieces. So six months later, I went under the knife to replace the femur. About a year after that I had my left knee replaced, followed by a revision six months later to replace the faulty implant in that knee. During this time, I also had two surgeries to resection bladder cancer and two more for tumors on the vascular system in my bladder. Meanwhile, my diplopia (double vision) seemed to be worsening by the day.
I was in constant pain. My bones hurt and my whole body ached. But I wanted to see God glorified through my suffering, exactly as Christ was glorified through suffering. My doctors sent me to be fitted for a knee brace that kept my knee from buckling as I walked with my walker. They said, “Get used to it. You’ll never walk without aid again.”
And I replied, “You don’t know my God!”
In my daily quiet time with God, I was learning to pray in Hebrew. I found a prayer based on Jeremiah 17:14 that said “Heal me, Lord, and I will be healed. Save me, and I will be saved.” I made that one of my special prayers that I offered up to God every day. Why, I wondered, is it so easy to believe Him when He said that I am saved but so difficult when He says I am healed?
I was lifting injured hands up to God. I knew that remaining crippled for the rest of my life was not what I wanted, but more than I wanted healing, I wanted God’s will. If it would bring Him greater glory for me to remain the way I was, I would be content. “Thy grace is sufficient for me,” I told Him.
I was usually cheerful and full of joy. I was learning how to draw closer to God and to hear Him more clearly. My relationship with Him became more intimate and I couldn’t wait until morning arrived and I could get up and spend time alone with my gracious, merciful God. I delighted in His light shining on me.
People I didn’t know started walking up to me and asking if they could pray for me. I always said yes. They invariably prayed that God would heal me. But I prayed that He would give me peace.
The day after I had been diagnosed with osteopenia, one young woman prayed that God would make my bones fat. She didn’t know me or anything about me other than what she could see. Yet God directed her to pray for fat bones! I was stunned.
At our church service a week earlier, our Pastor said “When you get saved, your body belongs to God. When you get married, your body belongs to your spouse (1 Corinthians 7:4).” I nudged my husband and jokingly said, “You’re not taking very good care of this body! I need a new one.” One of my friends only heard the last part and, filled with compassion for my pain, prayed right then and there that God would heal me.
God had healed me twice before. I had fibromyalgia since childhood. Some days would find me in bed most, if not all, of the day. My husband was afraid to touch me because even the slightest pressure hurt. I couldn’t sleep because everywhere my body touched the bed was painful. I don’t know how many times people had asked me if I had prayed about it. Of course I had prayed about it! And then one day it was gone. Simply gone. I’ve not had a single day of fibromyalgia pain since.
And then there was the day He healed me of depression. If you want to read that story, click here. I was living proof that God still heals. Was that His will for me this time, or would He get greater glory if I wasn’t healed?
Then last Tuesday arrived.
It was just another day. Nothing particularly special. I got up later than usual and my husband was already gone. I took my shower and got ready for the day. Then I went downstairs, poured myself a cup of coffee and sat down to meet with God. Suddenly it hit me.
I was walking!
A week or so earlier, I’d had a dream. In it, I was in a very large warehouse building, all alone. It was rather dark inside, but I was walking toward the open doors at the end of the room. I had my brace on and was using my walker. Then suddenly (as dreams are wont to do) I was much closer to the doors, and I turned to look back.
Way behind me, in the dark, was my walker. I realized that I had been walking without any aids. When I woke up, I told my husband and said I hoped it was prophetic. I didn’t realize that it actually was, and how soon it come to pass.
On that Tuesday, I simply stood up and walked away from my walker.
Now I read Jeremiah 17:14 a little differently. “You healed me, and I am healed. You saved me, and I am saved. And You, God, are whom I praise!”
To God be the glory!