Those who know me will confirm that I trusted God alone for my healing for almost all my life. From the time my son was born in 1960 to November in 2012, I did not go to a doctor. (I might have gone one time in Claremore for a spider bite, I think). I had a doctor assigned to me on paper because of insurance, but I had never met her until that year, 2012. In those years, God healed me many times. I did not believe it was wrong to go to a doctor, but I did believe it pleased the Lord for me to trust him. So I did. And he did.
Knowing that, you will see the humor in the following story.
When I left the Oklahoma City School system to go to Claremore in 1982, I was angry about a lot of things. I did not want to move. One of the things I grumbled about was that I would lose some of my sick leave which I had greedily saved over my years of teaching, and all the while trusting God for my healing. I had about 150 days if I remember right. I could only transfer 90 of them to Claremore and I would only be paid $3.00 a day for the rest. I had hoarded those sick days and I wanted them all.
One day I was mentally griping over the injustice of losing sixty days of sick leave for a miserly $180. God spoke inaudible words to me. He said, “Do you plan to use them?” I responded, “Why no, Lord, I plan for you to keep me well.” He didn’t respond. He didn’t need to. I got the point!
Funny, huh? My lifetime with Jesus has not been boring!