Monthly Archives: May 2013
I took this photo 2 days ago. With it, I want to talk about healing.
Sometimes when we pray for healing, we think the prayer is answered only if the measured miracle happens – the illness disappears. For a disease, we ask for a cure. During and after a crisis, we ask for safety and security. When we are watching a loved one deteriorate at the very end, we ask for a peaceful passing.
I remember 3 months ago, praying for Adam to survive his stroke. There was a warm feeling that rushed over me when I pleaded with God for a miracle, and I knew Adam would live. I knew he would never be the same, but that there would be a greater good happening as a result. I didn’t know the details. I didn’t know the when or the how, or the why. I’m thankful for that, too – because waking up every day, seeing his progression as his spirit and his physical body heals, is such a gift.
As I’ve watched the physical and spiritual transformation happening to my life partner over the last 3 months….over the last month…over the last week….as I come to grips with his newness and appreciate his oldness, I see Healing before our eyes that is without form, immeasurable, and undeniably God.
The world around us says that healing takes place one way, but God will give it His way. In truth, the Healing that comes is for the Glory of our Creator, and it’s only in whatever form God says is right.
It’s not always visible and immediate, but it is given always.
3 months ago, Adam survived a massive stroke that stripped him of his left side, of many memories, of the ability to open his left hand and play guitar, of the ability to remember the words and chords to the hundreds of songs he has played to eclectic crowds for almost the last 30 years. He’s spent the last 3 months relearning how to walk and talk, trying to grasp the concept of time and keep track of it. God has moved Mt. Vesuvius for Adam to heal mentally and physically as much as he already has.
Today, another miracle happened. Today Adam was baptized by Christ! Not in a church, but in the campground where we reside here on Mother Earth. Because, that is where we are. Adam wanted to be washed clean and become God’s servant, and he reached out in obedience. Dian, our friend who is not an ordained pastor, but simply a brave, obedient and open minded servant of God, agreed to drive an hour to our doorstep, and give Adam God’s gift of salvation.
It was better than being in a church! I watched the partner God gave to me two years ago today, become the husband that God is making for me. I watched a shell of a man that I have known and loved for 27 years become filled with the Holy Spirit, and sins washed away, curses removed, and a lifelong hunger filled.
I’ll never forget what Adam said as he repented his sins – “I wanna be washed clean, ” He begged, “Please let’s get some water.” He could barely sit still, he wanted it so bad.
I’ll never forget the words Dian spoke as she prayed over him before and after she used my grandmas old pot to pour the water over Adam’s head. She asked that all his afflictions be taken away, addictions lifted, and he be healed, and if God sees fit for Adam to play the guitar again, that God use him however He see’s fit, to fill hearts with heavenly music and lead others to Christ. I felt stones being laid, like the beginning of a path.
It goes to show that you don’t have to be a member of a church to be used by God, to spread truth and give hope and strength. You don’t have to be certified on paper. You just have to have a heart for God, and be brave enough to answer the call when you’re asked. It was breath taking. And I know that in order for me to be the wife Adam needs in our future, that I need to woman-up and give Adam Godly discipleship.