Two days ago, I witnessed a miracle.
A family member was taken to the hospital. The initial report was not good, in fact, it was dire. My typical reaction to any type of extreme news, good or bad, is to go to the Lord, but as I sat in my apartment, worship music playing in the background, I found I couldn’t find any words to speak to Him.
My heart was heavy, my mind a jumble. My phone rang with people checking in, but I couldn’t talk because to talk would lead to tears and I didn’t want to risk falling apart.
As I sat on my couch the feeling of dread only became heavier. Where is my faith?! I asked myself, ashamed of my reaction. I bought a 7:00am flight for the following day then packed my bags. As I mindlessly threw shoes and shirts into my suitcase tears, again, forced their way to the forefront. My sister called, we started crying. Another sister called, we tried to encourage one another to stay strong and believe in the Lord.
Earlier in the evening, I text two prayer groups asking them to start praying. I looked through my phone and reached out to several other faith-filled, God-fearing people. I was determined to build a small army of Christians to surround my loved one with prayers, even though my own prayers seemed so weak at that moment.
Sleep escaped me as thoughts of sickness, disease and death attempted to creep into my mind. My favorite quote from Smith Wigglesworth forced its way forward:
“I am not moved by what I see, I am not moved by what I feel, I am moved only by what I believe.”
I told myself that my feeling are not facts, that what I see is not truth, the only thing that matters is what I believe. I played a Keneth E. Hagin sermon about healing then fell asleep, much later, thinking of Jehovah Rophe, the great physician, descending upon that hospital and doing a mighty work.
The four-hour flight home was filled with two other Hagin sermon’s on faith and healing. When the plane landed, I did not focus on the worry, I did not focus on the fear, I focused on the fight.
My sister picked me up from the airport, neither of us spoke of what we were feeling or what the doctors had said, rather, we worshiped and prayed. We decreed and declared that our God was a God of life, that our words have power and authority, that Jesus died to give us victory over every attack of the enemy. We dispatched angels to the hospital and demanded positive news to be spoken from the medical experts. When we pulled into the driveway an hour later, we were ready for whatever would come next.
The entire day was filled with different reports, back and forth statements from nurses and doctors and phone calls between family members. Although, I am embarrassed to admit, feelings of fear and dread still attempted to surround me, I kept thinking of what God has promised us, one of which is long life.
“With long life will I satisfy him, and shew him my salvation.” –Psalm 91:16
We continually professed long life over our loved one and thanked the Lord for the victory we knew He would give us. A CT scan was scheduled for 1:30pm, my sisters and I started to declare a good report would come forward. I asked the prayer groups to join with us in our declaration.
At 2:48pm we received a voice message from the one we were all praying for. My sisters and I sat still for a second, none of us quite ready to hear what would be said. In that moment, thoughts of everything that could go wrong bombarded me, I was overwhelmed. “Press play”, one of my sisters said to me. I pressed play.
“Well, we couldn’t have gotten a better report,” were the first words spoken.
I didn’t hear the rest of the message. I wish I could tell you I jumped up and started rejoicing, that I yelled “HALLELUJAH”, that I ran around the house praising the Lord, but I just sat there, unable to move. Even now as I write this I am overwhelmed. I am so filled with gratitude, with praise, with honor and with glory to my God.
The doctors were stunned, the nurses were stunned, we were stunned, but God was not stunned. God heard our cries, responded to our call, did what only He could do and delivered on His promises.
I am so thankful to all those who stood in the gap for my loved one, who prayed and pressed in for my family. But, more than all of that, I am so tremendously beholden to my God, to His Word, to my Messiah, and to our Healer.
When we press in, when we seek Him, when we refuse to allow our feelings to dictate our actions, we win. I did not handle this process perfectly, in fact it was quite imperfect, but I did stand when I wanted to fall. I stood with so many others and refused to budge until the victory came, and it did come
Our God is a God of miracles. Our God is a God of victory. Our God is a good God who desires to see us live and not die.
If you need a miracle today, know your God is listening, your Messiah is ready to move, you Healer is by your side, your Defender is standing beside you.
Kenneth E Hagin said, “faith is just acting like the Word of God is true.” When we allow the Word of God to reign true in our lives, mountain moves, walls come tumbling down, waters part and miracles descend.
Live your life like the Word of God is true because, believe me, it truly is!
“I sought the LORD, and he heard me, and delivered me from all my fears.” -Psalm 34:4