The Lord has finally brought me out of a waiting room and onto the mountaintop. This has not been just a week, or month long waiting room. It has been 4 years and there were times I thought it was never going to end. The most beautiful lesson that I learned, was to praise Him, even when I am broken. To worship His name, even when there is not a song left in me. Did this lesson happen over night...no. He waited for that perfect moment, when I had truly surrendered my whole, but broken, self to Him. I have had numerous health problems over the years, but none compared to what I went through, these last 4 years. The worst of it began around last October, with severe dizziness, migraines almost everyday, pressure as though my head was literally going to explode and fatigue through every fiber of my body. I was broken. I felt as though I was a prisoner in my own body. Last Thursday was the final straw. I had had enough. I prayed one simple prayer, with only 6 words. "Lord, not my will but Yours", but I meant every word. Then the doors that opened up, were nothing short of a miracle. Talk about everything falling in place, like only He can do it!! Could this have happened without my praising Him? It may have, it may not have. Will there always be a physical healing every time that I have health issues? No. Sometimes the physical healing that takes place within someone, is through a physical death, and a heavenly healing. We will never have a thorough, physical healing while here on Earth. We will not have that perfect, healing until we are at the feet of our Lord. He does not promise us no pain, heartache or suffering. What He does promise us, is that, if we claim Him as our Lord and Savior, there will be a day that we will be made whole. No more suffering, no more pain, no more heartache. What a promise.
"Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen."
~Hebrews 11:1
