Whatever you know about God’s healing power; I assure you that in 1992, I knew less than you.
I was at the peak of my life. Everything was going great. I was married, had two wonderful children, few problems; and love was in the air. Yes, I knew God, but it was a every Sunday thing if I’m being honest. Was I a tither? No way…I wasn’t there yet.
I had some pretty bad headaches and had finally decided to address them because they were getting worse. So, I went to my internist who I had known for years. He quickly dismissed everything I said.
So, I spent some time figuring out how to get his attention and I got a brainstorm. I loaded up all of the expty medical bottles of Tylenol and the like; filled several garbage bags and took them into his office. That worked; he ordered a CAT scan immediately. I could go into a whole dissertion about the disadvantages of “managed” health care (which it all is now), but I won’t. They didn’t seem to want to spend any money on me even though I had two supposedly great health plans. Ultimately, I changed doctors but that’s another story.
So, the results came back and I had a brain tumor. Wow! I’m so glad that I’m a believer. A devout Baptist at the time, I had enough faith to believe God for healing, but as I walked through the process and I was very apprehensive I found myself reciting The Twenty Third Psalm and that kept me. It will keep you too.
1The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.
2He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.
3He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.
4Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
5Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
6Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.