As I read story after story of so many friends and acquaintances that are all too familiar with sicknesses, cancer and other diseases my mind often races of questions asking why? It’s not wrong to question but do we ever really understand fully this question? My heart hurts to know of people who suffer. Recently, I spent just 4 days in the hospital. My time there felt like forever but compared to some it was like the blink of an eye. I found that the very medicine given to make me feel better was making me feel even worse. The injury that put me in the hospital was actually the least of my problems. Those days however, I realized that I needed something that wasn’t going to come from the doctors. It was so special the feeling I had when I knew that so many were praying for me. The first night I received text message after text message, each message had encouragement and reminders that my church family was praying for me. In the middle of my pain I knew I just had to ask one person to pray because I was so desperate for the pain to go away and that one person would spread the word. This was incredibly comforting for me.
I don’t believe that anyone has all the answers but I do believe that we as Christians have more than we think we do. Our hope, our confidence and belief in a God that truly comforts and heals is a treasure waiting to be opened. Even if you wouldn’t see a miraculous immediate result wouldn’t even the thought of being healed make you at least say a small prayer? This is where our faith must begin. I don’t believe that the great healing evangelists were any different than us in the fact they too had to believe that God could heal and ask Him before they saw it happen.
Our lives as Christians give us the ability to conjure up a different kind of faith that allows us to have what it takes to see the impossible become reality through God working in us. I believe that we need to grab a hold of what has been lying dormant and breathe life into a radical belief that God wants us all to live a life free from pain and suffering. God doesn’t ask us to carry sickness as a test or some other fanatical idea of God’s chastisement. He wants us to live free.
In all of this there is a caution of reality. We make daily decisions and must suffer the consequences of these decisions. However, God gives us the strength to endure. Endurance is a quality that comes with patience and patience is a fruit of the spirit. The fruit that each of us is supposed to possess. It all begins to fit together in this vast puzzle that we spend our entire lifetime trying to put together. God has created us to live in peace, not in many pieces but in one with an internal peace. Our bodies are designed in such a way that they can miraculously heal themselves when being used and treated properly. What a gift we possess. What an amazing God we serve. I am in awe of God’s ingenuity and creativity.
My life’s calling and desire is to live my life to the fullest. To not only “live” life but to enjoy it, treasure it, learn from it, and sacrifice it for the One who made it all possible. As I have only begun to scratch the surface of such a life, I come back to the point of asking questions. What is it that would build my character to fulfill the destiny I am called to? Why do I sometimes mess things up and wonder if I really have that much to offer? Where does my life begin to truly make a difference to anyone but me or even my creator? As I walk each step and even run a few I begin to see where it all leads. This is what my heart longs for; this is what I know that I was created to experience. God in all His glory, being made famous in the entire world, His name being magnified to the utter most parts of the earth. Can you imagine with me? This is what my heart burns for, this is what I know I was made for.
God, show me your power. God, reveal to my generation the key that will unlock the door we’ve been standing in front of for so long that is ready to swing wide open. Guide us to the streams of life, let us stand on the rock and be ready for the fight of our lives. The battle that isn’t won here on earth but in the spiritual realms we don’t even see and where our foot steps make a greater difference than we’ll ever know.
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