This article will step on some toes. It will shake some support walls. It will offend many. That is not my intent.
I am writing this article for the lady who has been called to trust the Heavenly Father for her health ….. without putting her faith, hope and trust in the medical system. You know who you are. I have been that lady and know very few other people who have walked in this way. It is a lonely place …… some think it ridiculous. That is why I am writing this article for you …… so that you know you are not alone and what I have walked through can strengthen your faith.
One hot summer night in 1990, as my husband and I were taking our nightly stroll past the hospital (we lived right in the heart of the city back then), I was stopped. An overwhelming feeling came over me. The thought “this is a very wicked place” came into my mind. What? This does not make sense to me. I told my husband what happened and we could not make much sense of it. We discussed it a bit, then tucked the thought away.
As the years (and our marriage) progressed since then, we have had to face different health issues for ourselves and our children. My husband and I have never said, “We will never go to a hospital!” Yet each time we face one of these health crisis and we pray about what to do, we have never been led to seek medical help. The Heavenly Father has miraculously healed our family of various difficulties, over and over again. His arm is not too short and He has not needed the medical system to do His work.
I will give you one example of His faithfulness. In November 2011 I started noticing a problem. I could not get enough air. I could take a deep breath, there was no congestion in my chest …… but it seemed the air was not getting into my body. It got progressively worse. The Sunday following Thanksgiving, my husband and I got stuck in traffic congestion for hours. Couple that with a slight exhaust leak in the vehicle we were in, and a dismal overcast day with thick heavy clouds making the air stifling, and my breathing difficulties were exasperated .
I was in bed for a week after that. The following Sabbath, I woke up and tried to get out of bed. I experienced a bizarre sensation. My head felt huge ….. like a watermelon. I could not control my body parts. When I tried to walk, I was completely out of balance like I was extremely drunk. I felt like I was suffocating. I awoke my husband and asked him to take me to the emergency room.
This request startled my husband awake. I had not seen a doctor in over twenty years, let alone an emergency room. His response was, “Let’s pray.” As we prayed, I felt the Heavenly Father’s peace come over me. I also felt to look up James 5:14. I asked Tom to read me the passage. After reading it, we did not feel led to go the emergency room. We called the elders. They came as soon as they could. We lived over an hour away. They prayed for me, then left.
I would like to say I got up then and everything was fine …. but it was not. I was confined to bed for almost a month longer. Truthfully, it was one of the best times of my life. I spent the day communing with the Heavenly Father. It was wonderful!
Sometime, when I talked to friends, they would question me and make me feel like I had to have some answers as to what was wrong with me. These conversations influenced me to go to Google to investigate. UGH!! This is an easy way to rob your faith and instill fear. When I noticed this happening, I got back into the Word. It had all the answers!!! My dear friend, Sister Carolyn, encouraged me to study in the bible where healing comes from. I encourage everyone to study this. It is very freeing.
Near the end of December 2011, our family had plans to go to a Hanukah conference. My husband got a wheelchair for me to use. The plan was for me to stay in the hotel room while
our family attended the conference. After being there a day or two, Tom asked me to go to one of the meetings on “Worship” by Tony Robinson. I responded by saying if he got me dressed and wheeled there in time, I was game. It was at this meeting that the manifestation of my healing began. It involved many people praying for me.
The morning after this meeting, I leapt out of bed, completely restored physically. I had all my physical abilities again. Halleluyah!!! As we packed up the hotel room, I loaded up the wheelchair with all our coats and wheeled them to the vehicle. My family was totally amazed! We made it home in time for me to cook a batch of Latkes (our family tradition) for the last night of Hanukah.
As I bring this to a close, I want to encourage each one of you to trust our Heavenly Father in a greater way than you already do, in regards to healing. As the government works to get more control of the medical system, it is important to know who your healer is. The days are getting darker and if we do not have faith and believe that our Heavenly Father is true to His Word, we may find ourselves compromising because we see no other option.
It may be that at times He works through those in the medical system to accomplish His purposes but too often people limit Him by turning to the system for healing instead of turning to Him. My daughter recently read a comment in which the author discussed her birth complications and stated “My baby and I would have most certainly died if not for ultrasounds and C-sections.” This is what I mean by limiting the Heavenly Father and putting our trust in the system. Our Heavenly Father takes good care of us and He does not need the medical system to aid Him.