So God has been teaching me an interesting lesson; one I don’t think I’ve learned yet, but I think sharing will help me digest some of what I’m learning. Feel free to jump in and share your thoughts on the subject.
Before I get started, I wanted to make a point about the basis of my faith in God and Jesus.
The Bible is God’s word. From start to finish it’s a historical account of man’s experience with God, inspired by God’s own spirit. That being the case, there are human influences that can be seen, and some people would call these “flaws,” and use that as a way to argue that the Bible is just a book of stories and has no real value. I bring this up because I understand how one would come to that conclusion, but as someone who’s studying the Bible and still has a lifetime of studying to do; I believe it is inspired by God and that God’s spirit speaks and moves through it just as it says He does. But the only way for another person to gain proof of that is to read the Bible with an open mind and experience God’s wisdom firsthand. He is true to his promises and won’t force himself on anyone; but will give himself freely to those who seek him. We could have a pointless debate that goes nowhere or leaves one of us feeling like we won an argument, but God promises the truth and often times we resist that because it means we might have to admit we’re wrong about something and change. I know that’s always the hardest part for me…at first. Then it’s pure bliss.
So now that that’s out of the way, I want to talk about miracles.
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Hmmmmm, wonder where this is going? :-/
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Well, if you didn’t know, my little brother Daniel and I have brain tumors and we have TONS of wonderful people praying for our healing. There are a lot of types of healing, and I actually feel like God’s already healed me in a couple ways; but in this case, they’re praying we’re healed of these tumors.
Two people got me thinking about the miracle thing more deeply though. One was the boy from the youth group up north that talked about seeing people be healed of scoliosis and his own eyes being healed. He also brought up John 14:12-14, “Most assuredly, I say to you, he who believes in Me, the works that I do he will do also; and greater works than these he will do, because I go to My Father. And whatever you ask in My name, that I will do, that the Father may be glorified in the Son. If you ask anything in My name, I will do it.” Shortly after this, Jesus goes away willingly to suffer and die on the cross to pay for our sin so that we would be able to call on God as our Father, rather than the AWESOME, OMNIPOTENT being that we don’t have the ability to understand or describe because he’s that beyond our understanding.
My second encounter was on Memorial Day. It was so over-the-top, that I know God was just Loving on me, but it also made me start doubting my faith in miracles. I was walking to the gym to go swimming, one of the few exercises I can do that doesn’t hurt, listening to the song birds; and I found a perfect open flower on the grass on my way. I picked it up and took it with me. This is significant, because the day before I’d prayed to be like a flower open to God who was like the sun; to respond to His light and be a reflection of His greatness…and then rest. I enjoyed the flower and birds all the way to gym, and I figured I’d leave the flower somewhere at the gym for someone else to enjoy, pass along the blessing. It didn’t take long to find her. After I was done changing, I started talking with a woman who turned out to have recently had brain surgery and that got us talking about my tumor and our faith in Christ and a recent experience she had where she was “come over” by the spirit to pray for a young woman’s intestinal tumor to be healed, and it was. The woman healed wasn’t a Christian and came back saying that Theresa (from the gym), was the one who healed her, but Theresa insisted it was God and the younger woman accepted Christ that day. So Theresa, my new prayer warrior friend, asked to pray for me; and in the 24hr Fitness locker room, this passionate woman prayed over me with a booming, fervency that I’m not used to and I felt shaken in my faith a bit. Which made me start to feel bad; mostly because here was this wonderful person sharing her herself so freely with me and MY faith wasn’t strong enough.
But you know what I think the Truth is? Mark 10:45, “For even the Son of Man didn’t come to be served, but to serve, and to give His life a ransom for many.” God can heal, and does. I’ve met many people who’ve witnessed that today, and I do believe God can and will do that in my life if that’s what’s best. But it might not be what’s best. This challenge might be what’s best for me right now, and since God denies us no good thing, I know this is good for me until things change. The devil wanted to steal my joy that day. He wanted me to be upset with myself because of my lack of faith. And it worked for a while, but God is so good, and he loves me and restores my joy daily. I’m still having ups and downs. I still feel physically weak most of the time, I’m having trouble sleeping, and mentally I start to lose it in the afternoon. But I have all that I need and more. I have love, a joy that surpasses all understanding…when wait on the Lord like his word says to do and fantastic family and friends. I still have tons to learn…I’ll never learn it all. But if I keep seeking, I know I’ll keep finding that joy in the Great God who loves us all.
There’s more. But in the interest of not writing a book, I’ll save that for later.
God Bless You All,
Chrissy :rose: :sun: