it hurts

as I was talking to Him this morning, I felt He told me to be silent.  I did.  I sat in silence and I waited.  After a few minutes I noticed a pain.  I've had it now for a couple weeks, but it wasn't strong enough to really be concerned.  Just enough to wonder where it was coming from and why it was there.  Now it was there again. 

I heard Him say, "what are you going to do about this pain you've been ignoring, but there's a tiny worry deep inside?"

I knew immediately.  This was my chance.  I'm going to trust Him.  I'm going to go into His presence and grasp hold of healing.  I know it's there.  And I know He wants me to have it.  I could go to the Doctor and find out what it is, and get all the details.  But, I don't care what it is, or what the details are.  I don't trust Doctor's anyway.  They almost killed me too many times.  They make mistakes.  And they 'guess'.  My God has never tried to kill me.  He has always been there.  And He has always been right.  He never guesses.  He knows.

So, I put my hand on the area.  Then I closed my eyes and went to Him.  I found the place of sweet Love and I sunk deep into it.  Then I quoted some of the scriptures about healing, "by the stripes that Jesus suffered on my behalf, He made healing available to me, and I take it now".

Soon I began to feel a very warm, toasty heat radiating in the place where my hand was resting.  It felt so good.  Really, so, so good; so, so warm; so, so wonderful.  I thought about how we often pray for things like this and spend a minute, two, or five; then we are done.  We quit.  We leave.  I didn't want to leave.  I wanted to stay.  It felt like it was healing, and it felt so good.  I wanted to stay.  So I did.  I was there for many minutes.  I don't know how long.  And I didn't care.  I had even turned off the ring tone on my phone and shut the door of my room.   OH!  Oh, yea, I was interrupted for a minute; but I still didn't quit; I stayed and waited; and then continued. 

Eventually, it seemed to slowly dissipate.  It seemed to be over.  I said, "Lord, I know that you are healing me.  I believe.  You said that all I needed was Faith the size of a mustard seed.  I KNOW I have that much.  I have more than that.  This healing is mine and I'm keeping it."

I went on with my day.  I don't have a preconception about the healing.  Like, I don't know if the pain will come back and I will do it again.  If so, I will.  I don't think of it like being defeated, or losing my healing.  I feel like . . . it just takes what it takes.  I will do what I need to do.  And I will believe.  Because Jesus said it.