This
is the last story about healing now.
I started out with
the 'ten weeks ten' days story. Can you remember that far back? Well that part
is still in the process of being lived out.
Then we had the
August 6th chapter. There is one more phase I haven't filled you in on. Here goes.
The first hint of
this one was given over a year ago, I think. My poor prayer partner rang me one day to say
that she thought perhaps she had known me too long, but she felt like God had said
something cryptic to her about me.
This is the girl
who had the vision of the sperm meeting the egg, and the calendar... Another time
she had a mental picture of something like a baked bean causing a blockage below my
kidney. She gets so embarrassed by these 'pictures' but I always reassure her that she is
amongst friends! (just God and me, usually) By the way, the blockage she saw (and
prayed for God to squash and remove) was real and I passed it painlessly the next day,
after following her advice and drinking lots of water.
Yet another time
she prayed for my digestion which was a source of great discomfort to me, and I was
instantly healed of a milk allergy which had kept me from eating anything made from
milk. She also said she thought God had said my bowel needed healing before my
kidneys could be healed. It is only since I have had ME and done lots of reading
about the way the body works that I have discovered that there is a connection between the
health of the bowel and kidney function.
Right, now back to
the cryptic thing God may or may not have said... She thought He said that it had taken me
seven years to get sick and there was a corresponding seven year healing period. It
meant nothing to her, but she passed it on to me for what it was worth. My immediate
reaction was, "Oh no! If this is true, when did the seven year healing time
start??" I had the vague impression that the middle of this seven year sandwich
might be a month in 1992 when some significant changes occurred. To test this theory
I did some mental gymnastics and realised that from 1985 when my first husband became ill
over night, to the pivotal time in 1992, was 7 years. If ever there was a seven year
period in my life that could be said to have 'made me sick' that was it! This looked
promising. That made it seven years to 1999. At the time I think it was 1998,
so this sounded good to me, although still a bit far away for my liking.
This was one of
those revelations, or whatever you like to call them, that just fades into the background
and you wonder if it ever really happened. It's memory was revived by the August 6th
event, but I couldn't help hoping there was a more definitive healing in God's plan for me
as I was still taking a long time to 'come good'. The wisteria was thriving and I
was definitely healing... but was there more?
My memory of this
next part is a bit foggy, but somewhere along the line I felt that turning 40 was going to
be significant. It seemed a bit of a cliche, but "Life begins at 40" kept
coming to mind. I didn't get too excited about it. In fact I was decidedly unenthusiastic
about the future for some reason. It had nothing to do with getting older - I think I was
just tired of being sick.
It was hard to
believe that I really expected anything to happen by the way I was feeling. But deep
down it was there. A knowledge beyond my understanding that something good was about to
happen. Many times I apologised to God for my lack of enthusiasm, and I got the impression
He knew more than me about it, and it was OK.
A few nights
before New Years Eve, my faithful prayer partner took the time to visit and pray with
me. It is always so touching when friends share your vision and believe in it,
too. She felt, like me that God was about to do another miracle. (My birthday
had come and gone without incident, and the New Year seemed a possibility.) This was the
end of 1999, and we still believed God had said something about the seven year healing
cycle, even if we had no idea what to expect.
I awoke New Years
Day and it felt like any other day. A 'good' day, but nothing spectacular. We
decided to go to the Wildlife Park and have a look around. This normally meant that
I would sit and wait while everyone else walked around - if in fact I could even tolerate
the car trip. This day I was slow, but I kept with the group and had a nice day.
Very promising.
The next few weeks
were a whirlwind of activity. It seemed I was healed! I was driving, walking,
talking, tidying, cleaning... nothing could tire me.
Then a heat wave
hit and I felt like a limp rag. But didn't everyone? Somehow, though, I didn't quite
get back that zing I had experienced since New Year.... and here I am today, still waiting
on the next chapter of my healing saga to unfold!
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