February 1, 2013
Oh boy do I have a lot to tell you! I have quite a few blog posts stored up in the tattered notebook in my mind which I hope I can transfer onto screen in the coming week. This post, however, as the name suggests, will focus on an extraordinary experience I had this week.
This week I went back to lectures after the long exam period (there’s another there). As I’ve mentioned countless times before on here, I love studying. I am not like other students who hate going to lectures, I excitedly try ad soak up everything my lecturer has to say. Yes, I am a geek.
I had to spend all Sunday and most of Saturday in bed so I thought my body would be eager to get up and about by Monday morning. No deal. I woke up Monday morning feeling awful. Paul helped me struggle through breakfast and getting dressed, feeding me my favourite cereal and coffee. He is amazing, what a hero. when he could see that it was becoming more and more evident that I was not going to be able to drive my mobility scooter to university (bare in mind we live less than 4 minutes away , I’ve timed it), he did what we should have done in the first place – prayed. this brought a smile to my face. I know that I have a God who always has my best interests at heart. I find it incredible that I could trust my Heavenly Father completely and yet forget to put my day in his hands.
Anyway back to the story. Paul placed his hands on me and prayed that I would not only manage to get to my lecture but also that I would be able to concentrate on what the lecturer was saying. Just over an hour later he picked me up from my first lecture of the day. I had a giant smile on my face.
“It was so good, I loved it. I felt fine and could take it all in. I think I took really good notes too” I told P, a bit too loudly.
I went to two lectures yesterday, one today and I managed 40 minutes of work this morning too. This is incredible. The cynics among you might think that I am just experiencing a placebo effect or something. I am not saying I am completely healed, I still need my painkillers, and I needed a nap yesterday too, but I cannot think of another word to describe what is happening other then ‘miracle’. I have not even been able to mange 10 minutes of concentration for over a month, I’ve tried so many times and now all of a sudden I can attend lectures and read journal articles. Amazing.
I don’t know whether this is a beginning of a complete healing or whether this partial healing will only last a set amount of time. I know that I have a God who I am trust and if I put my life in his hands will use all the pain, exhaustion, frustration and tear for something great.
I decided to share this experience on here to bring you hope. I know many of my readers are sick themselves or maybe you’re in another type of situation that you need breakthrough in. I know this post might make you uncomfortable, there’s a lot of pain and emotion associated with healing. I know because I’ve been and am still going through it myself. The disappointment of not being healed can make you want to give up. It seems to take up too much energy to keep trusting and hoping. If we stop believing though, we give in, our sickness wins.
Bible says we are more than conquerors. If you put your trust in God, He might not take your life where you want it to go or might not intervene in the way you want Him to but you can be certain that His plan is the best plan. That’s why, even though I want to be well and healthy, I know that I am in the right place, I have complete faith in him.
If this answer to Paul’s prayer has taught me anything its that I need to pray every morning and put my day in his hands.
Love Katie x