I needed more faith than what I had to receive a miracle from God. Using the scriptures to increase my faith brought a special touch of God's hand and miraculous healing to my heart.
One morning, when I was in my late twenties, I awoke to find a tight feeling in the left side of my chest. It felt like my heart was too big for it's space and it was being squeezed. The pressure was so severe it felt like a balloon, ready to pop if I moved. I couldn't lie down at all or even sit without leaning back and to the right side. I couldn't lie down to sleep at night and even tried to sleep standing up leaning against the wall. The pressure on my heart went on for several days, which absolutely drained me of life itself. It was very scary and very painful; however, I knew God would heal me because he had done so before. The whipping Jesus endured paid the price for our healings and miracles so I had to believe he wanted to remove whatever was causing me so much pain. (1Peter 2:23-24) We always went to the big Friday night healing service in Akron, Ohio where we always saw so many people get miracles and healings, but in the condition I was in, from all the stress, I knew I would have to have a special touch from God. Although I had faith, it seemed like I wouldn't have enough for such a miracle as this. However, God's love for each of us is so great that he reaches down to help us no matter what the need is, physical, spiritual or whatever and wherever we lack. It was Friday night and we were headed for the church. I knew with every ounce of reasoning that if God didn't move for me I would not make it through another week alive without seeking the help of a doctor. Like a lot of people I am not fond of going to a doctor, so I always like to give God, my creator, the chance to heal me first. I feel if He made me He would know the most about how to repair me. We finally reached the church and I managed to sit through the service with much discomfort. I don't remember the sermon because of the pain. My mind was on prayer, worship and seeking Jesus for my deliverance. I was praying like the father of the mute boy in (Mark 9:17-27), "I do believe; help me overcome my unbelief!" Just as Jesus reached down and healed that man's mute child, he reached down with a special touch and delivered me from the pressure on the heart. Just after the close of the sermon, before the healing line was formed, the preacher looked my way and pointed directly at me. He said, "You have pressure on the heart and you'd better get up here." This was amazing because my husband was the only one who knew what I was going through. We never told family or friends because we didn't want them to worry and we needed to keep our focus on my deliverance at the service Friday night, such as the Shunammite woman in (2Kings 4:8-37) when her son died and she set out to find Elisha to pray for him. When she came to his servant man Gehazi she told him "Everything is all right," holding back her problem until she got to someone she knew that could really help her. I knew God in his great love had presented my need in a miraculous way and I started for the altar. I must have been so caught up in the arms of the Lord because I never felt my feet touch the carpet as I went. It was a strange sensation. When I got to the altar the preacher barely touched my forehead and I was overpowered by the spirit of the Lord as I fell to the floor, just as the crowd who came to arrest Jesus did in (John 18:2-6). Many times when God's spirit comes in contact with a human it is so wonderful that your resistance, even your muscle system melts in his presence.
When the ushers lifted me up the pain was gone. The pressure was relieved and my heart never again has felt like a balloon stretched to its popping point. Jesus knows all our needs and is so loving, caring and ready to heal all of us if we will just desire Him and seek His truth and love. |