I believe in healing. I’ve seen things happen that were not physically possible. Most of those things have always happened to other people and while I received a tributary blessing from those miracles, they did not actually happen to me.

Growing up in a church that actively taught the reality of Jesus Christ and his teachings, I have been anointed and prayed for many times. As a child, this happened because my parents told me to get prayed for and they believed in faith healing. A result of being healed of minor things (fevers, rashes, headaches, etc.) my own faith grew. As a teenager, I refused to get anointed and prayed for unless I firmly believed that I was going to be better. That would be similar to cutting off your nose to spite you face; never the less, it was how I felt and I never got prayed for that I did not receive the answer I needed.

Looking back, that was totally opposite of how the Bible teaches healing. Not one time in the scripture did Jesus heal somebody that they did not receive forgiveness in conjunction with their healing. Feeling unworthy or not “ready” to receive a healing probably cost me more than just pain and suffering from being sick.

Now, on to my reason for writing today. In 1992 I gave birth to my daughter. For an entire six months after that I had problems. The doctor gave me multiple hormone shots, had me taking vitamins and other measures trying to stop the problem. Finally, I was told that I would have to have a D and C procedure. This not only terrified me knowing it was a minor surgery and I’m a needle-aphobic, it also caused me to have serious issues with depression and self-esteem.

At the time of this malady, we were attending church on Hobson Street in Hot Springs, AR. As usual, we were sitting on the front row and the service while moving was quiet. Everybody was standing up and I felt something telling me to walk around the church with my hands lifted and I would receive my healing. Since it wasn’t a “shouting” service, I didn’t really want to do that so I continued to stand in place. A few minutes later, I noticed a man on the 3rd pew in the 2nd section getting out into the aisle. I again felt that I should walk around the church with my hands raised to receive my healing and that if I didn’t, then my healing would go to somebody else. After only a few moments of hesitancy, I started walking down the aisle but I didn’t raise my hands until I got all the way to the back of the church. After raising my hands and continuing to walk, I felt a warm energy over me and I started thanking the lord for my healing. I have to admit that at that particular moment I didn’t really think I was healed.

Two or three days later, I noticed I was no longer bleeding and that I had more energy. Truly God blessed and healed my body that night. Since then, I try to listen for those still small voices. Hopefully, this has encouraged somebody else to take that step of faith in their life.