Last year, the school where I worked held their annual plastic drive. Families bring in plastic trash and the classroom with the highest weight of recyclable plastic wins. The school in the district with the highest weight wins. The previous year, our school won and the kids would like to win again.
I brought in a large bag (4 feet tall by 2 1/2 feet wide) stuffed with plastic. All of the kids wanted to take that to their class but only one bag so, in an effort to be fair, we decided on lottery tickets. I put kid’s names on tickets and placed them in a bowl and drew out one lucky winner. Kids that did not hear their name called were disappointed for themselves but happy for the winner. Probably slightly more disappointed for themselves. These are elementary aged children! We, as adults, would never act that way! Right?
I recently shared with a friend that God had healed me of fibromyalgia. This friend has been in pain for years and has had countless surgeries and still not completely healed. I hoped to encourage him to not give up on God.
All he said was, “lucky you.”
Then he added, “congratulations.”
I wanted to say this wasn’t a lottery. Healing doesn’t depend on luck. God promises that what He has done for one, He will do for all. He is no respecter of persons. But he had that closed off look people get when they don’t want to hear any more.
I understand giving up on God. My healing didn’t come after one prayer, or one time of being anointed with oil, or one week of confessing healing scriptures. These devotions are a testimony to the time I have spent waiting on a healing. I lived with chronic pain for over 22 years and then one day, the pain was gone. I know who my healer is and His name is Jesus. Luck deserves no credit whatsoever.
I remember all too well hearing testimonies of people being healed and feeling sad for myself because I wasn’t. I didn’t credit this to luck as much to thinking I had done something wrong. Didn’t have enough faith or something like that. Maybe I waivered in my faith too much or didn’t confess enough.
There was a tremendous amount of torment in waiting for a healing that didn’t seem to be coming. And so, I gave up. I gave up writing devotions and searching for answers. I gave up confessing scriptures and seeking God for a healing.
I never gave up believing, however, that God is a healer and that healing is the children’s bread. I simply gave up letting that quest dominate my prayer life and my thinking.
Then one day, much like any other day, I realized I hadn’t taken any pain meds in quite a while.
I couldn’t remember the last time I hadn’t sleep because of pain.
The pain that had been a part of my life 24/7 was gone!
Thank you Jehovah Rapha for my healing and not just mine. There is no limit to Your healing power or Your desire to heal. Help my friend to look to you and to know that You are his healer, that Your love for him is unmeasurable and unlimited. You are no respector of persons and what You have done for me and countless others, You will do for him. In Jesus’ name, amen.
I would love to hear from you. Please let me know if I can be praying for you as well.
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