Several days later, my pastor prayed for me and though I didn't feel anything, the next morning I woke up and realized my ear didn't hurt and the vertigo was gone.
Just like that.
Yet there have been many times God has not healed me.
Six surgeries worth of times. (And yes, I believe God heals through doctors and medication and surgeries. They are His gift to us, and I'm exceedingly grateful for good doctors and successful surgeries.)
When I was diagnosed with tarsal tunnel syndrome 4 years ago (I know, I'd never heard of it, either), I asked the Lord to heal me. So did my husband. And we're both still asking.
So when I recently underwent major oral surgery and post-op pain intensified day after day, I knew something wasn't right, and I started asking again. I put it out there on Facebook and many wonderful friends prayed. (If you were one of those people, thank you!)
But nothing changed--unless you count more tears and groans.
On the 8th day after surgery, with excruciating pain radiating up my right jaw and into my ear, and the doctor's concern that if there wasn't improvement soon they'd have to open me back up, I wrestled with God...and with myself. Is my faith not strong enough, Lord? Have I done something to bring this on? Is there something You are trying to teach me, God? Lord, you parted the Red Sea. You healed the blind beggar. And I know you can heal me.
Then I got real.
My question is, will you heal me?
Then I made the decision to worship.
When it made the least sense, when my feelings weren't with me, I made the choice to flood my room with worship music, lift my voice to Him, and worship anyway.
And that is when I sensed Jesus speaking to my heart. Who said I'm not already healing you? My breath caught in my throat, and as He spoke again, His gentle words wrapped my frantic soul in a delightful warmth. You're going to be alright.
I didn't hear an angelic choir or see a glowing halo of light fill the room. But I did sense a holy peace cascade from the tip of my heart to the tip of my toes.
And the throbbing, unbearable jaw and ear pain vanished.
Just like that.
Sweet friends, when a mighty army threatened King Jehoshaphat and he did not know what to do, he chose to worship (See 2 Chronicles chapter 20), and God moved.
I realize we aren't guaranteed healing through worship. But if we will take our eyes off of our circumstances, particularly when we're hurting, and worship the One who deserves our attention, our time, and our hearts, we not only move God's heart, we discover that He IS our answer.
I don't understand all the components of God's sovereign healing; not one of us can fully fathom His ways and honestly, this side of heaven, there will always be questions.
But I do know that He loves us and He is able, and that nothing is impossible for the Lord.
Whatever you are facing this week, I'd like to invite you to turn away from it, turn toward Him, be real (it's okay, He can handle it), and worship anyway.
And if you need prayer, leave me a comment. I'll link arms in agreement for God to touch you in a very real way this week. Because He still heals.