Tag: healing

Healing

I am working on my novel titled ‘Healing’. The character is faced with the challenge of praying for an amputee to be healed and for his leg to be restored. Just writing the text challenges me. I find it difficult to even write the chapter – in fiction. Why? Do I not have the faith that God can restore a lost limb? I believe in resurrection of the dead. Why do I struggle to believe that a lost limb can grow back? Is it that it is too freakish to imagine?

Consider where you limit God. Can He heal? Can He restore? What part of your life do you lack in faith for God to restore? Lay it out before Him. Remember that little mustard seed.

Matthew 17:20  He replied, “Because you have so little faith. Truly I tell you, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you.”

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Pain in the ass (literally)

I grew up watching commercials of people fidgeting in pain and itching.  The ads were for some product called “Preparation H”.  As a kid, I had no idea what they were talking about.  The commercials really didn’t say anything to let a kid know  – and why should they?  Kids aren’t their target audience.

Ten years ago, I found out what they were talking about.  Only I didn’t start at the “Preparation H” level – I went right to a severe case requiring immediate surgery.  There is nothing polite about this surgery and it is embarrassing to talk about.  If you break an arm, it’s “Hey! I broke my arm.  I need prayer and meals!”  Hemorrhoid surgery – no one is calling the church to say “I have a major pain in the ass and I need prayer and meals!”  I kept it quiet and didn’t tell anyone I needed prayer.  Pride comes before the fall.

Surgery was on a Thursday.  I felt great Friday morning thinking I was healed of the pain.  At 12:05 my pain meds wore off and I began months (years) of misery and pain.  This area of the universe does not get fresh air and sun and is probably the worst place on our bodies to heal from surgery.  The healing is never 100% better.

Why am I sharing this?  I was too embarrassed at the time to ask for prayer.  I did not feel the prayer support of my fellow believers and I did not feel any angels holding me up.  I tried to go this alone.  Never again.  Whatever situation you are facing – no matter how embarrassed or ashamed you are, don’t walk through it alone.  The enemy doesn’t want you praying.  He will throw any excuse at you to make you think that “no one” else is going through this or that people will laugh.  Don’t believe it.  Reach out for prayer.  Don’t let pride or fears get in the way of believers lifting you up.

2 Chronicles 6:28-30

28 “When famine or plague comes to the land, or blight or mildew, locusts or grasshoppers, or when enemies besiege them in any of their cities, whatever disaster or disease may come, 29 and when a prayer or plea is made by anyone among your people Israel—being aware of their afflictions and pains, and spreading out their hands toward this temple— 30 then hear from heaven, your dwelling place. Forgive, and deal with everyone according to all they do, since you know their hearts (for you alone know the human heart),

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Healing Wrong

“I was seriously injured racing motocross. Most of my injuries healed normally, however some of the bones seemed to heal “wrong”.  Is that possible?  After I have healed, the left side of my chest sticks out really far compared to the right side…….you can see it just by looking at it. My left collar bone is shaped way different than the right one now and my left rib caged it also shaped differently than than the right side. The left side of my chest where it sticks out cracks and pops a lot as well. Could it be possible that all of these bones healed crooked? And if so, would that cause chronic pain?

This is a letter written to an on-line doctor asking about bones healing incorrectly.  The answers to this question are numerous.  This isn’t a medical blog so I won’t go into detail but the short answer is yes.  Some bones heal quickly without issue.  Some bones heal slowly and painfully.  Some require screws and plates.  Some need to be re-set.  Some need to be re-broken and re-set.

Can we heal crooked spiritually?  Can we be healed but allow bitterness and pain to remain?  Can we live in constant pain although we are supposedly healed?  Can we be spiritually stronger after healing or will we be weaker?

Do you have spiritual bones that need re-set?  Are you spiritually crooked?  Are you suffering chronic spiritual pain from an old injury?  Do you walk with a limp?

Ezekiel 37 (NIV)

The Valley of Dry Bones

37 The hand of the Lord was on me, and he brought me out by the Spirit of the Lord and set me in the middle of a valley; it was full of bones. He led me back and forth among them, and I saw a great many bones on the floor of the valley, bones that were very dry. He asked me, “Son of man, can these bones live?”

I said, “Sovereign Lord, you alone know.”

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On this side of Mourning

If you are faced with a loss, you will find two typical reactions from others – One side will act like ‘time is up’, ‘get over it’, ‘time to move on’ and the old ‘time heals all wounds’.  The other side says ‘take as much time as you need’, ‘you can’t rush healing’, ‘everyone heals differently’, and ‘you will never face life the same again’.

While I may agree with all of these, I also find that there is a healthy balanced approach to life with mourning.  We do heal differently.  Some will cry every year, or at any mention of their loss.  Some move on and look like nothing ever happened.  We all have a different threshold for pain/loss and there are definitely different barometers for what the loss is – for example to me losing a parent when they are 50 years old is much worse than when they are 90.  But to some that doesn’t matter – loss is loss at any age.

One of the struggles that we all have is memories.  I lost my dad when I was 39 and effectively lost my mom around the same age due to dementia.  I still have a strong memory of them but certain things are beginning to fade.  I lost my grandparents at a very young age and don’t really remember them at all.

Is it better to hold onto memories or let them go?  Are they causing pain or joy?  Do we fabricate or ‘puff up’ the person we lost?  Do we make them a hero or a villain in our minds?

As we remember Isaiah this week (at 3 years), we discuss the question, ‘will we remember Isaiah?’  We only had him in our home for 5 years.  It feels like a short time now.  We still laugh at the funny way he said ‘umburger’ and ‘porch’ instead of Porsche.  But we also remember the bad times and the fear that surrounded them.

I can’t instruct you on ‘healthy healing’ or ‘healthy mourning’.  I may be able to tell if you are far out on edge of ‘unhealthy’ but that is only my judgment based on my grid.  Mourning is a part of life whether we do it in a healthy way or unhealthy way.  I pray that you will be able to see the light that has fallen on you for the time that you got to share with your loved one.

Romans 12:15 (NIV)

15 Rejoice with those who rejoice; mourn with those who mourn.

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Despair

*I wrote this today while praying for a friend who just received a “you’re a wonderful person”.

No offense but I hate the line: “I would have come to visit but I just didn’t know what to say.”  You know what, next time just come and sit there and hold my hand.  Don’t say anything because if you try to make something up it won’t help anyway.

Sometimes there just isn’t anything to say.  Sometimes we just need a hug or hand held.  No words will help.

“You’re a wonderful person” just doesn’t help a person suffering from depression.  “You have so much going for you.”  “You are so smart, gifted, pretty, young, talented.”  You would not use this approach with someone suffering a high fever or a broken leg.  “Please don’t think about that bone sticking out of your leg.  You are a wonderful person with so much potential.  Just get up and go to work, you’ll feel better.”  Do you think anyone at work will notice the bone sticking out?

“Things will get better.”  “Tomorrow is another day.”

Affirm, love, hold, hug, pray, don’t try to understand, don’t try to change, just be there.

2 Corinthians 4:7-9

New International Version (NIV)

7 But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us. 8 We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; 9 persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed.

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Scars can bleed but I’m still alive

It’s the end of another week.  One friend was buried due to suicide.  His family and friends cried, mourned, questioned, and rejoiced over his new home.  One friend turned 18 and got a tattoo on her arm in memory of our son Isaiah (who took his life 10 months ago today).  I went to work today and didn’t realize it was another anniversary until someone reminded me.

I don’t like tattoos.  Ok, I hate them.  I didn’t want our friend to get one.  It wasn’t because of Isaiah’s name on her arm.  It was from fear that she will regret it as she gets older.  I own some clothes that are probably older than 18 years.  She is young but technically she is an adult.

She wrote about it on her blog.  I didn’t copy the whole thing but if you’re interested in reading it, let me know.

She has had a hard time with life.  Her arm is covered with scars from harming herself.  She is past that now and I’m glad.  Part of her strategy with the tattoo was to cover her scars.  I was reminded by her summary of the tattoo process that:

1) Scars can last a life time.  They may not hurt but they can still be visible.

2) Scars can be felt.  They leave ridges and bumps.

3) Sometimes they bleed.

4) Dealing with scars: some will be shocked and alarmed by them.  Others will be casual and unalarmed and will just wipe away the blood.

5) Our emotional scars are just like that.  We have them.  We feel them.  We see them.  Sometimes they bleed.  Will we be shocked or alarmed?  Will we come up with a creative way not to cover them up but to turn them into a new vision?

Here is her excerpts:

My cuts and burns and scars are proof that I felt unbearably bad. With this tattoo, I show my sorrow on my arm in a new way, and I can honor Isaiah in this way. I feel like I don’t need to hurt myself now, as strange as that might sound. I know it’s not that easy, but so far this seems like it’s going to be a great thing for me. 

The only problem with that was that every now and then, he would go over a scar and it would break open and start bleeding. That didn’t phase Joe at all though, so I just pretended (and hoped) that that was normal.

My tattoo deeply resonates with me today because it’s the ten month mark since Isaiah’s death. While this tattoo acknowledges his passing, it more importantly says “I’m still alive.”     Amen to that!  Thanks J.

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Restore

re·store  (r-stôr, -str)

tr.v. re·storedre·stor·ingre·stores

1. To bring back into existence or use; reestablish: restore law and order.
2. To bring back to an original condition: restore a building. See Synonyms at revive.
3. To put (someone) back in a former position: restore the emperor to the throne.
4. To make restitution of; give back: restore the stolen funds.
We celebrate restoration.  We love to be restored.  But before you get too excited, remember, that to be restored you first have to lose your place!  Losing your place, your files, your possessions, health, etc. can be painful and scary.  While you are in the place of “lost” you are never sure if you will be fully restored.  It’s only after you are restored that you know that you are safe again.  No matter how many reassurances you have it is still an anxious moment.
Are you at a point of loss?  Worry? Dread? Hopelessness? Or are you at the point of hope? Faith? Belief? Or are you at the point of restoration?  Has your loss given you life? While your eyes were bandaged did you get to “hear” life around you for the first time?
Psalm 80:3  Restore us, O God; make your face shine on us, that we may be saved.