a journey

I have a miracle to declare. Jesus healed my stomach last night. I’m at the coast with the youth group on our last trip of the summer and last night was the night I gave my talk to the youth. After our worship time last night, my 10^th grade girls and I made our way back to our condo to settle in for the night. I went into the bedroom to call Daniel and tell him the crazy things God did through my talk (which is a very cool story in itself). Toward the end of our conversation, my stomach started to feel sick but I didn’t think much of it. I fell asleep pretty quickly after we hung up. Not even an hour later my stomach jolted me awake and I was sure I was going to throw up. I got out of bed, grabbed my phone and a trash can and walked outside to get fresh air. I felt miserable. At that point my body started shivering in addition to my nausea. I didn’t know whether to knock on our youth director’s room and tell her I was sick or not. I felt really lonely as I sat there, completely unprepared for this situation.

Finally, I called Mom. Growing up, my mom has always been the one I’ve gone to every time I woke up sick. Even if she couldn’t be there with me, I just wanted to hear her voice. When she found out I was sick she told me she was going to read Scriptural prayers for healing over me. The book she went to get was the same one I had constantly chastised her for reading in lieu of personalized prayers. I had always pridefully claimed that reading pre-written prayers was not genuine. At this particular time though, I was not opposed to the idea considering how sick I felt. As she read, she specifically inserted my name and condition and made the prayers very personal. My soul was immediately comforted as words of Scripture washed over me. After a few minutes, I noticed that I had stopped shivering. I told Mom. She told me she would keep reading and she did. Eventually, I realized that I felt more tired than sick so I carefully made my way back to bed. Mom continued reading to me as I lay in bed and as my stomach improved, I drifted in and out of sleep. Finally, I realized that I was not going to be sick and felt good enough to fall asleep for the rest of the night.

At that point, Mom and I started talking and I got the opportunity to tell her how my talk went. We noted that my sickness might have been a spiritual attack in light of what I talked about to the youth. We agreed that Jesus healed my stomach through our faith and through Mom’s prayers. Also, God clearly showed me that He is in the process of healing and reconciling my relationship with my mom. I realized with joy that this act of God is something He wants me to declare. In obedience to this calling I declare to you now that Jesus healed my stomach last night. He is alive today. Believe that He is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine.

Labels: faith

# posted by Kelly @ 1:33 PM