Sunday, June 22, 2008


Today, I went to church, ran the camera, went to lunch with my family, worked for five hours, and then went to pick up my sister from a friend's house. By the end of the day, my back was AGONY.

I don't have back trouble. I've never stressed my back, pulled anything, slept on a bad matress for more than a week (can't control the vacation beds!), or struggled with sciatica. But this - this was serious. It hurt to drive home.

I went upstairs and lay down on Abby's bed. (My youngest sister.) She has a very firm, supportive mattress and I figured it would be best for the situation. Not so much. Once I lay down, I couldn't get up!! This was quickly becoming an "AAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" situation!

What could I do? I have to be back at work on Tuesday and willing to stand for eight hours straight. At the time I was thinking about these facts, I couldn't sit up straight without panic inducing pain.

My only hope. "Jesus, I need help." Bam, the next thought: Jeremy's going to be home in an hour, have him pray for you.

Luke 4:40
When the sun was setting, all those who had any that were sick with various diseases brought them to Him; and He laid His hands on every one of them and healed them.

John 3:16
For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, than whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life.

Well, Jeremy got home about twenty minutes ago. He came straight upstairs and prayed for me. I got up and began walking around. At first, I couldn't stand up straight or support much of my own weight. Then, as he kept praying, the pain started flowing out of my legs. Just kept growing less and less and less. I was able to stand on my own. I was able to straighten my back. I was able to sit down and stand up again. I was able to WALK DOWN STAIRS.

Jesus healed me. Wasn't mind over matter. Wasn't pain medication (not that I'm saying stop taking medications!!). It wasn't some wacko voodoo trick. Jesus loves me. He is the same yesterday, today, and forever. I'm able to write this down because Jesus healed me.


Pete and Joy said...

Mmmm... so encouraging. Pete and I went through a book with our homegroup called "Naturally Supernatural." It's about asking for the Kingdom to come now, here on earth, like Jesus taught us to pray... without all the jacket-twirling red-faced-yelling
hyper-active actions that sometimes people associate with "supernatural" people.

Samantha F. said...

Hee hee. So true.

Have you heard of Bethel Church out of Redding California? They're teaching that "on earth as it is in heaven" stuff and it's working out pretty sweetly. Evidently being healed of cancer is like, a boring healing! Like, "Duh, everyone get's healed of cancer!"

Samantha F. said...

Have I mentioned yet that my parents have been licensed as ministers? My Dad started a ministry through Family Life Christian Center called "Jesus Heals Today". He calls sick folks on the phone every day until their healed.

A fellow who was on dialysis - well to make a long praise report short, his kidneys are functioning again.

You can check out the cool stories from the ministry at