It was the beginning of week two; a warm Arizona morning and I had just finished braiding and brushing four little girls. We were just about to walk over to prayer, which I was particularly looking forward to on that day since the country of focus was the one we had begun to develop a heart and a vision for.
It was one step. My foot twisted underneath me and I tumbled. The pain was immediate and my eyes blurred with tears. The kids gathered with concern as I sobbed. We were certain it was broken. We both heard the cracking when I misstepped and the pain was immense.
It was arranged that I would be taken to a nearby clinic. Before leaving, several stopped in to pray over my injury. I think that’s when the healing began.
At the clinic the PA was certain that there was at least a hairline and despite my petitioning for a walking boot, she put me in a glass splint, wrapped it up and wanted to send me home with crutches. As it turned out, and somewhat perplexing to her, they didn’t have a pair of crutches that would fit me. Instead of paying for them right then and driving to the next closest location to secure a pair, we opted to purchase them from a Walgreens that was in route back to the retreat center.
Before reaching Walgreens, we received word that a woman who worked at the center had a pair of crutches and a wheelchair that I could borrow.
The next day, I wanted so badly to walk. I tried to maneuver around but the pain was still too much. It wasn’t easy having to rely and depend on others to get from here to there, make my meals, assist with the kids etc. I’m pretty sure that letting people in to help and submitting to my vulnerability and neediness was a huge piece in all that the Lord was doing. In the early afternoon a group of folks prayed over me. They laid hands and anointed me with oil (and as crazy as that may sound to you… just keep reading…) and prayed for healing and also for joy; that His joy would be my strength. I also prayed. I devoted to make the best of my situation even if being in that darn wheelchair was what He had for me, but I told him that I really would like to walk. And what I heard him reply was,
“I want you to dance.”
When?! Surly it would be today! “Oh, Lord, let the speaker say the word dance. When he does, I’ll get up! I will!” I waited with much anticipation. But the hours passed and no one uttered the word.
The next morning I was able to bear a little bit more and could kind of hobble around on the back of my heal. After breakfast I was wheeled to worship and I stood up in front of my bulky green wheelchair to sing and praise. Have you ever heard the song All Around? They played it and were teaching the kids some dance moves and the room filled with singing and dancing and I became overwhelmed and I was crying and I could hardly breath and the pain in my foot fled and I began to dance… hop even! All the pain was gone. I could stand, and walk, and jump, and after our first session that morning I ran across the retreat center… because I could!!!
A couple of days later when we went to return the crutches and wheelchair, I realized that God not only provided in a unique way, but he knew that I didn’t need to buy the crutches and that I wouldn’t need them by the time we were to travel home. Oh, and we got to share the story with and pray for the woman I borrowed the crutches from!
He truly is our great physician. He can move mountains, and we can ask him to… expectantly. I’ll never really know how much he healed, or when the healing began, or what exactly was healed, or how long I should have been out of commission for… but I’ll never forget the moment he overwhelmed me with his presence and led me to dance; to hop on a foot that had moments before been painful to fully stand on. And I rejoice. It seems almost ridiculous that the whole thing even happened (I’m pretty sure I actually said that to folks while being wheeled across the gravel trail)… but… what an amazing opportunity to praise Him! What a tremendous story to tell that brings glory to his name. How differently I’ll pray for healing. His plans are good, and it isn’t always for our good that he mend our wounds, but ya’ll… He CAN. And he does. And he does it through His power in us.
Heal the sick, raise the dead, cleanse lepers, cast out demons. -Matthew 12
Now therefore stand still and see this great thing that the Lord will do before your eyes. -1Samuel 12
*Pray with me for my friend Steph. She has a procedure on Thursday to remove cancerous cells. I’m praying the every cell in her body be healed. And for my friend J, she has a high risk ultrasound on Thursday after finding out that her baby may have excess fluid in several areas. I’m praying complete healing over her sweet baby and that the ultrasound reveal no complications.