I missed last weeks post because I was in Texas enjoying time with my brothers, sister-in-laws and their beautiful kiddos.❤️ But to make up for it this post has two miracles. One a physical healing and one a spiritual healing. Be blessed!
My earliest memory of healing was when I was about six or seven years old.
I am the oldest of four biological siblings. (I make this point because my mom also had foster care children in the home, sometimes as many as four at one time, so I always had a lot of brothers and sisters.)
My sister and I used to be best friends…and then for a time that changed…and then we came back together again.
I remember this day so clearly.
We were having so much fun playing in the upstairs bathroom. At this point we still shared a bedroom and bathroom. For some reason we were pretending to be robots. I was about seven years old and Kristen was two years younger.
Don’t all robots have knobs on the side of their heads? I guess I thought they did because I remember thinking we needed them. And the only thing in the bathroom that could replicate knobs to my thinking were Q-tips.
Kristen and I both put Q-tips in our ears, one in each ear and laughed in front of the mirror. We got sillier and sillier and started rocking our heads, twirling, etc. It was every so much fun.
And then, her head hit the wall.
Things moved fast. Mom rushed in and as most parents do without full information shouted out at me, “What did YOU do!”
Kristen’s ear was bleeding so we went to the emergency room, something my mom NEVER did, ever!
The bits and pieces I remember are that there was a hole in her eardrum. The Dr. gave us sometime, I’m not sure if he thought it would heal on its own or if there needed to be time for other draining or some other reason. But we had weeks or maybe a month of waiting and keeping Kristen’s ear dry.
This I remember a lot because all of us grew up in the water. We were swimming and jumping off the deep end diving boards by ourselves as early as age two. Swimming was a daily event for us.
I remember the big gob of wax that mom put in Kristen’s ear to keep the water out so she could still swim. I remember that every time she did she would look at me with accusing eyes, “knowing” that this was my fault.
I don’t remember how much time passed between the accident and the day of surgery.
I do know that I wasn’t reading the bible yet on my own. Even with the turmoil in our house my mom still told us God could heal Kristen’s ear. I remember listening to the “Super Kids” and messages from Gloria Copeland. I had limited child knowledge that Jesus was the healer.
So I prayed.
It was a totally different prayer than my prayers today but I remember it. I remember crying that I was alone, that only Jesus knew that I hadn’t meant anything wrong. I remember telling Him I was sorry for playing so much and having Kristen get hurt. And I remember thanking Him for healing Kristen’s ear. It was both a selfish prayer and a prayer of love. Selfish because I thought that if her ear was healed the blame would be removed from me. And full of love because I really did want my sister whole. I didn’t want her to lose her hearing, I wanted her to be able to swim with me always (we loved pretending we were mermaids).
The day of the surgery was early.
Kristen was prepped and mom wanted me there for it all. The doctor checked Kristen’s ear that morning, got her gowned up, and left us waiting. While waiting we all sat there thanking Jesus for healing Kristen’s ear.
The nurse came in to mark her ear with a black marker for surgery. They used that ear instrument with the light to look in her ear, then stepped back and looked at the chart. The nurse made a comment that the chart must be wrong and then she looked in her other ear. She was really confused. Asked my mom what ear the injury was in, checked it again and then left the room. She came back with the doctor and he looked in both ears.
There was no hole.
Somehow within the hours it took from the initial check in to that final prep God healed Kristen’s ear so much so that it was complete and looked just as perfect as the other one. Hearing tests were done and came back perfect. All pain was gone. We were released.
I was absolutely ecstatic! This was the first healing I had ever “seen” and I knew on a totally different level that He was real. It was the winter before this, at age six, that I asked Jesus to come into my heart, knowing He loved me and would never leave me. That moment (another miracle for another post) was life changing…and now this!
I remember so many feelings…. and then it all broke when I was told, one more time, to “never let that happen again”. 😢
Throughout Kristen’s growing up mom would share that miracle with many people.
But I lost sight of it because the story always started with how I pushed her into the wall. Every time this amazing blessing was shared, I was humiliated and falsely accused.
Miracles of healing surround me and my family. My earliest miracle for my sister is amazing. But….I also think the spiritual healing that comes from the bondage of condemnation being broken is also a miracle. It has taken years. Many bad childhood moments had me cowering from who God intended me to be. BUT, He is so faithful and never leaves us. It wasn’t until about a year ago that the chains of condemnation broke off of me.
I didn’t realize the full extent of, Isaiah 61:1 and Luke 4:18-19 when Jesus said, ” The Spirit of the Lord is on me, because he has anointed me to preach good news to the poor. He has sent me to proclaim freedom for the prisoners and recovery of sight for the blind, to release the oppressed, to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor.”. I didn’t fully realized that the condemnation, pain, and rejection from childhood events was spiritual bondage and that He had provided that freedom for me until I tried to take my life. But that too is a miracle for another post.
The Lord himself goes before you and will be with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged.”
” The thief cometh not but to steal and to kill and to destroy. I have come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly.”
Be Blessed Friends.