MY HEALTH STORY BEGINS, part 1

Oneta 84

Last week I had a red rash on my legs; it didn’t hurt, didn’t even itch; however,  I went to the doctor.  How did I ever arrive to that kind of dependence on a doctor after so many years of dependence on Jesus alone for my health needs?  I’ll tell my story.

MY HEALTH STORY will include a lot of experience, several ounces of opinion, with an ounce or two of scripture! Feel free to correct my opinion with scripture when needed! Remember I am telling MY story; it will be probably be much different than yours. Our Father Creator is wonderfully adept at making us each unique with unique experiences. However, we can learn from each other’s experiences. I hope for that. I’m glad for a few likes, amens, and sic-ums as I tell of my experiences and tell you several lessons I have learned or am learning and give you my opinion about some reasons I believe God chose to say no when I sought Him and believed in Him to give me divine healing after more than fifty years of his having done that for me.

What were the factors that contributed to my not going to a doctor for over fifty years?  Why did I choose not to go to the doctor?  Do I agree that God has given doctors their knowledge and skills to perform great wonders for the physical health of humanity?  Yes, but as a replacement for Him? I don’t think so! Well, not a replacement, just an assistant? I don’t think so.  God is a compassionate God, full of grace and mercy, who loves all people – a world full of people who know nothing of his love and healing power.  I thank him for the healing he allows and directs through the medical field.

I was not taught by either my family or my church that it was wrong to go to a doctor.  But we were a hardy bunch with overall good health.  Probably high immunity since we cared little about how close the water well was to the barn yard, using a common cup to drink from, sharing an outhouse, or other matters of that kind.  Few families went to the doctor.  I guess mostly because they did not think they needed to.  Perhaps expense was a factor but I never heard anything about it.  I was taken to a dentist one time for some mouth infection – maybe trench mouth. I remember it particularly because I fainted – a strange experience for me!  Daddy was with me.  I wonder why mother wasn’t.

I had mumps when I was a senior in high school.  That timing was unfortunate.  My family had gone to Oregon.  I went out to the coast first evening then was sick for the remainder of my West Coast trip!  I don’t remember ever missing school or church because of any other sickness.  I had bad headaches as a preteen, but I started wearing glasses when I was fourteen.  That took care of that issue.  I don’t remember taking much aspirin because I was convinced I couldn’t swallow them.  I do remember giving them a try by telling myself that it was no bigger than a pinto bean and I was sure I must have swallowed some of them whole without even knowing it!

When I was a seventeen, my mother was very sick for several weeks or months.  Church leaders came to pray for her one night in the early morning hours.  I guess daddy went to town to get them; we did not have a phone.  She got up next morning did the cooking and other duties, ate normally – I remember her laughingly eating an onion as a real test of her healing experience.  She had overall good health after that for many years.  I believe it was an instant divine healing.  That left a real impact on me.

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About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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5 Responses to MY HEALTH STORY BEGINS, part 1

  1. Wow, what a story! I am not particular about going to the doctor on an on-going basis either but when I have had the need I am usually at odds with my doctor! My husband says my doctor and I are like husband and wife! I go to get a factual diagnosis then I apply the Truth, the Word of God, to the situation and we usually fair well. I will take the medicine and pray over it while believing for healing. Great story!

    • oneta hayes says:

      She (the doctor) said it was caused by a breakdown of veins somewhat like varicose veins and I just better get used to it because at my age it would not be worth the procedure to correct the problem. And like most doctor-dependent people that’s what I am doing. Pre-2012 I wouldn’t have asked a doctor. Lacking that diagnosis I probably would have hung on to some scripture until Jesus acted. Somewhat like the persistent widow with the unjust judge, Luke 18:1-8. 😀

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