So, I feel like I should update the world on the migraines I was having.
I purposely have given it some time, time enough to have gotten at least 12 to 16 (or more of them) by this point. That’s a generous underestimation, but I’d rather underestimate than over-inflate.
As I’ve explained to a few friends, had I not physically written about having such intense pain, I might feel a slight doubt that they were ever that bad, or that I really ever had them that often.
Because I don’t have them anymore.
I. don’t. have. them. any… more.
Where do I put that in my box that I made to contain God? What room does that go in, in the house I’ve made for God and how he operates?
He blew the roof off my house.
I kinda feel like the guy in the bible times when Jesus healed him and the Pharisees questioned him intently (because they were super angry – Jesus wasn’t the Messiah they were looking for) and the guy who was healed said in John 9:25, “…One thing I do know, that though I was blind, now I see.”
He didn’t have a good explanation. He just stated the facts.
I always thought that was lame, that someone who’d experienced such power and freedom would surly be able to give a really solid answer about who God is and how he works. Really nail it in the answer.
I always thought to myself, if that were me, I’d totally have a better answer.
Except that I prayed, and others prayed and I was
obedient mostly obedient to ask for prayer when I felt him lead me to do so.
And, one of the last times someone prayed for me to be healed, I felt tingles up my back, the kind you get when you hear really, really good news, and the right side of my head felt warm, and I had this incredible sense of overwhelming peace and happiness and excitement all in one.
I used to have consistent, horrible migraines, and now I don’t have them anymore. And the only thing I can chalk it up to is prayer, and not even my own prayers. It was the prayers of others.
Occasionally I start to feel the very, very slight beginnings of a migraine, and then I will say to Jesus, “Thank you Lord that you have set me free from migraines, thank you that you have healed me by your power and I don’t need to be afraid that they will come back.”
And then it’s gone, so quickly in fact that I’ll forget most of the time that I even felt any beginning of pain at all, until I feel it again a day or two later, and then it goes away as quickly as it came.
I wish I could give you this amazing thesis on God’s healing and how it works.
Honestly, I had planned on it.
But, I don’t have one.
All I can really say is that I used to have migraines and now I don’t have them.
How freeing is it to write that sentence?
You have no idea. Or maybe you do, maybe you’ve been healed.
It makes me want to jump, and kick my legs really high to the side in the air like a newsboy. It makes me want to do fist pumps and say, “I knew it! I knew God was right! I knew he’d heal me!” And then yell, “God rules! (O’doyle drools) I just got a little piece of heaven here on earth and I’m going to hang onto it!”
I hope I do.
I hope I never forget what God did in my life regarding migraines. Because it might be the memory I need to have the faith to walk through the next trial in this life, trusting Jesus.
I was so excited in writing all this, I decided right then and there to have a party about it.
Some of you might be thinking, “you’re ridiculous Rebekah, who makes a party for God when they get healed of migraines?” THIS girl does. Party-hearty-city all up in he-ah.
When I told my kids why were were having a party (WITH cupcakes), Eli said, “Yes, and Mommy, Jesus made my bad dreams go away, and Jesus healed the men with scabs and he said go to Jerusalem and the teacher had happy faces on her fingers.” Ellie yelled, “I no cry”, which is in reference to a few weeks ago when she randomly started crying when we’d drop her off for kids church. After a few agonizing drop-offs, I decided to pray for her, and then have the kids lay hands on her and each pray a three-year old adorable prayer. When we dropped her off, she didn’t cry. God answered a tangible prayer right in front of my little kids. We celebrated in the hallway and ever since have prayed for Ellie, and she says, “I no cry.”
So it turns out we had lots of reasons to celebrate some of the beautiful things God is doing in our lives. Here are the photos;-)
God is so good guys. He loves us so much, that he doesn’t stay in our boxes or houses we make for him. He’s bigger and better and more awesome than that.
Thanks for reading.