It
was nearly the end of August and unbeknownst to me, my healing was only a month
away. I saw a picture, or more accurately, had the impression, that God was leaning
over towards me and backing away, in much the same way that a father might who was trying
to encourage his baby to walk to him. I also heard the words: "The time draws
nigh." Whatever that means, I thought!
Something I
haven't mentioned is that during the time I had CFS I developed a sensitivity to gluten
and lactose which was a real nuisance. Do you realise how many foods contain either or
both of those substances!? Just about everything convenient anyway!
We decided to stay
in a motel for 2 nights to solve the problem of how to provide a holiday for 2 children
while I was still not well. It's very exciting to stay in a motel when you're young.
The rest of the family were enjoying eating out while I was left to make do with what I
could safely eat. On the second day my patience ran out when I found myself reduced to
opening a cold can of spaghetti, made from rice and lentils... not very appetising at the
best of times, but especially nauseating when everyone else is eating yummy smelling
pasties with sauce.
I felt
particularly annoyed by my dietary restrictions and came up with the idea that perhaps I
could successfully resist the problem through prayer in Jesus' name. Quickly I chickened
out at the idea because the repercussions of eating gluten, especially, were so bad. But
the seed had been planted and as the day wore on I couldn't quite shake off the idea
completely. Eventually I invited the whole family to pray with me, just incase I
wasn't mad after all and it was a good idea in disguise. To my utter amazement, God spoke
to me clearly as we prayed, "I am not going to tell you what to do, but if you do it
remember what I have taught you."
I just can't help
it. When God speaks to me I get inspired! And that's all it took to convince me that it
was indeed a possibility for me to pray in faith and be healed from these food
sensitivities. (It probably helped that I had received an instant healing from a lactose
intolerance years earlier.)
I told the family
to go and get into the car, leaving me alone to pray for a moment. I quietly asked God for
the words I should speak to achieve what I had in mind. I opened my mouth to begin, not
knowing quite what I was going to say, and what came out gave me quite a surprise!
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