I definitely believe in miracles. I believe in divine
appointments. I believe Jesus heals. Stories of this type of power show up in
the Bible over and over, but I’ve also got stories of my own. My own two
children are examples of miracles and healing. But, today I want to share about
a very recent divine appointment.

Let me start by sharing the backstory. For about a year now,
I’ve been struggling with a physical issue. I’ve been to the ER over this particular
issue, have seen a couple different doctors, and even had tests done.
Everything “serious” had been ruled out, but no one could tell me why I was
having this constant pain. At certain points I was able to shrug it off, and
deal with the pain. But most of the time, I was under constant attack with
anxiety. What was causing the pain? What
if it’s serious, but the doctors missed something? What should I do about it?
I’d wake up in the night worried about it. I’d be getting the kids dressed,
feel a sharp pain, and start to worry some more. I’d hear about someone else’s
diagnosis, and worry about myself. Worry, worry, and worry some more.

It got to the point where I would weep with Chuck while he
prayed for healing over me. One particular night, as he was praying over me, I
felt a warmth come over my body. Later as I was getting ready for bed, I
realized the pain was gone. It was a true miracle because I hadn’t been
pain-free in months. Chuck and I cried together and praised Jesus for His
healing. We were consumed with joy and awe and worshipped our Healer together.
I had a peaceful, pain-free night of rest, but by the next day the pain started
to come back. I have to admit, I was discouraged. I couldn’t figure out why God
would take my pain away for such a short time.

A couple weeks later, I shared with Chuck how I was still
consumed with anxiety over this issue and he prayed over me again. I wept and
wept, and we both cried out to God for answers. For help.

Shortly after that time of prayer together, several of my
girlfriends from college and I met up at a camp in Northeastern PA. We had a
sweet time of sharing, talking, laughing, eating, and more talking. As I began
mentioning my pain to them, they helped me realize the medication I had been on
for almost 2 years might be causing it. That night at the camp, I woke consumed
with terror over my pain and what might be causing it. I was so afraid, I
tossed and turned in my bed for a couple hours. I felt sick to my stomach.

Hear me out. I’m not a woman unfamiliar with all the fear,
worry, and anxiety verses. I know a lot of those verses by heart. I recite
Scripture in my mind, and out loud. I sing worship music in my head. I pray- a
lot. But this particular anxiety felt immovable. I was shaken, almost to my
core. I had a hard time being joyful. I had a hard time being at peace. I just
couldn’t get over this one. I was under serious attack…. (Stay Tuned for Part 2 next Tuesday.)