My being healed is personal. By that, I mean it was a deeply personal experience with God. My God … who has the master plan. Yes, I was healed. Completely. Yes, I’ve had different illnesses and pain since that day in June of 1997. But of that brain disease, that depression, that fearful pain filled life, I was completely healed.
I accept when His plan does not reveal a healing in my life. But His glory is ever present when I share how He healed me.
I remember that night like it was last night.
In a moment. In an instant. A prayer.
One which took belief and faith on my part.
That’s where it becomes hard for some Believers to understand.
And that’s where those who don’t believe in God really bow out. Some even taking offense.
I still am unclear why so many take offense to something they don’t believe exists. If someone is slamming it in their face, then I get going on the defense. But so many go after Christians like it is their duty to refute. Problem is they have no one making that their duty. But the conviction makes some of them take offense and attack first.
Whatever their reasoning for taking full offense does not matter. They don’t believe. That’s it. They don’t believe.
They don’t believe in a love so strong that it worked purpose in my pain and in my healing. They don’t believe in a love so full of grace that I could be healed. They don’t believe in a love so strong that I would want nothing else but to love back.
You see? That’s the blessing in the depressing. We can love God back because He loved us first.
I can love God back. I would want nothing different than to love the One who loved me and refused to leave me where I was when I found Him.
Walk the journey with me? That would be cool.