One of my most memorable experiences that helped me feel the reality of God's existence and his awareness of me was about 9 months following the birth of my 2nd child. The night she was born she near choked to death on her own mucus. The doctors cleared her throat of what clogged it and all was well. We spent an extra night in the hospital so that doctors could watch her.
Needless to say, I slept very little after that. Worried that she would have more problems, I slept with her in my arms, sitting up every night, with one ear and one eye open. Sure enough, she developed acid reflux which caused the milk she drank to bounce in her stomach and come back up. I did little else, other than nurse and clean up these messes. Always throwing up her milk meant she was always hungry....and her throat was beginning to burn due to the regular pass of stomach acid through it......you get the picture.
I was exhausted and constantly worried that she was suffering. Months passed this way when I asked my Dad, who had the authority to give her a healing blessing to come. As he started, she was crying rather loudly as she often did. His words were sweet and loving but I will never forget his final words, "I say unto you, be healed". I realize that it does not always work this way and as a result, I lifted my head wondering if that was "legal", so to speak. However, she instantly quieted, fell asleep and never threw up again. I had never felt such relief, words can not express it.
I have always had great faith in God, and I believe it was his will and my faith that made her whole. Ten years later, and it feels no less real. The spirit confirms the truth of that experience to me, even now. I know God loves us and is aware of our trials. He knows I know it and I could never say different.
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