LEST I FORGET, A HEALING TESTIMONY

Oneta 84

(This is a paper I wrote regarding a healing in 2009.)

LEST I FORGET

Of the ten lepers who were healed, only one returned to say thanks. Lest I should ever be one of the nine, I want to offer this testimony of thanks.

Oneta Hayes, April 4, 2009

Grandma (me) got hit by the wheelchair on March 19. I had been warned about sitting in it.  But I forgot. As I stood up I put my hand down on the electric switch; and held on for dear life as it hit me in the rear. When I pitched forward my hand came off the switch, the chair stopped and I landed with a crash. I lay there thinking, “Well, now I’ve done it. No choice, someone will call emergency and I’ll land in a hospital whether I want to go or not!” It didn’t happen that way. I got to my feet with lots of aides pulling at me. I noticed with great wonder that my feet weren’t hurt although the chair had gone over them. Aides had to lift it off me. My knees weren’t hurt; what a surprise. But my hip area – hurts. I could hobble, however; so I did. Friday, Saturday, Sunday morning. Made it to church. But crashed there and had to be wheeled out.

I had been warned about the dangers of not “getting checked out.” A fracture could turn to a break, not seeing to broken bones could lead to some bad disease, etc. but other voices could not compare to my whispered fears – what if? But no matter “what if,’ still I knew Jesus was the only healer I could run to. Pastor had just preached about One Voice – to follow the voice of Jesus, the one who said my sheep know my voice. He warned against listening to the “voices in the land.” So I took help from dear church people to get me into my car and went home.

Sammy was not home when I got here. I basically dragged my left leg along as I made it from car to my desk. I stopped at one time and called for a friend to bring me a walker, but she couldn’t come immediately so I continued my trek to my desk. I marvel that I made it. I wonder what unseen help I must have had. Once I sat down I had very little pain. I had been reading the book of Isaiah, so I decided to continue where I had left off while waiting for Sammy to get home. Isaiah 46 is where I began. That is where I needed to be! Verse 3 and 4. ” .. .you whom I have upheld since you were conceived, and have carried since your birth. Even to your old age and gray hairs I am he, I am he who will sustain you. I have made you and I will carry you; I will sustain you and I will rescue you.So began that journey of faith.                     .

I had to carry myself by arm strength via a walker, but it did provide a little mobility. I had almost no pain except for my arms hurting. I viewed “no pain” as a wonderful gift from God. However, pain WAS what kept me from walking. I could put a bit of weight on my toe, but I couldn’t put my foot flat. I don’t know what the problem was. Sometimes it felt like the bone at the side of the thigh, sometimes it felt like muscle soreness in the thigh and even below the knee, sometimes it felt like it must be a nerve problem; I couldn’t seem to “diagnose” the problem.

On Thursday Krissy drove her car to my front door so I could get in and guide her around to run some errands. However, the effort was tiring enough to make me give that up. I can’t believe how hard it was just to get my feet over the threshold, let alone the four inch step!

So I stayed home, watched TV, embroidered, read.

I marvel at how the Lord seemed to cause something to happen that would bring courage and hope. It was hard to get into the bed, but the end of day, Jesus was so present as I reviewed my backlog of scripture promises. Songs were medicine. Once as I labored to step up to the elevated hall floor, I began humming. What was the song? The words came to me. Each step I take, I know that you will guide me, to higher ground he ever leads me on. Is that not something! Those words just as I am trying to step up that four inches or so! One day this scripture popped out at me: In it’s time, I will do this swiftly (Is. 60:22). I laughingly shared that with Krissy and Sammy. A few days later when I was discouraged, Krissy reminded me of that scripture. It gave courage to me, and it was a pleasure to have Krissy be the one who reminded me. Sammy encouraged me to see a doctor, but he was constant in his support of me to make my choice, and he always encouraged my faith if that was my route to go.

One morning the presence of the Holy Spirit was so manifest as I prayed. I felt like getting up and walking. I stood up with the walker, lost my nerve, became hesitant, thought about how much it might hurt, and sat down. It came to my mind how marvelous it was when Jesus told the crippled man to take up his bed and walk. The guy did it!

Another support was given to me by Karen one day when she called and quoted Ps. 94:9 to me. Does he who implanted the ear not hear? Does he who formed the eye not see? What encouragement!

Wednesday I felt impressed to call Ryan and ask for him to have the Jr. Highs pray for me that night. I did that. I don’t know whether or not they did, but I know my obedience resulted in me sitting here in the room meditating during the time I knew they would be in service. After about an hour, I got up and took three or four real steps. Thursday, Friday, and Saturday brought vast improvements but still with dependence on the walker.

This morning, Sunday, I got up and got ready for church without the walker. I planned to go, but found I was entirely too tired and weak to do that, so I failed to reach my goal. I have moved about with and without the walker today. I remind myself that in his time, he will complete what he has begun.

When I got up this morning, I thought of Jesus telling the man to take up his bed and walk. So I decided to test the situation by making my bed properly. I did it. No walker.

So it is now close to bedtime. Carl and Vickie came to bring the car home. We ate Pizza. I think they probably came also to check on me, and pray for me. I’m thankful. The day has not been easy, but improving.

Please, Father, heal me completely. I long to be useful to you and your kingdom. Let me bring joy, healing, and happiness to your precious people this week.

And, thank you, Jesus.

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     July 6, 2009 – I have just run on to this unfinished story. It has been 3 months since the incident related above. I see that I wrote it on Sunday, April 5. I went back to work on Tues, April 7, but it       was a bit rough. On Wednesday I was okay. I have been okay ever since; even back to the treadmill for a mile a day. No more pain in my hip or leg. Thank you, Jesus! The accident happened on March 19; the healing process was complete by April 8.

 

 

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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23 Responses to LEST I FORGET, A HEALING TESTIMONY

  1. pranabaxom says:

    What a story of faith.
    Nowhere did I see that Jesus asked you to be a stubborn a*****e. Thank God nothing broken.

    Now I wonder why “the one who said my sheep know my voice” did not say “my ewe…..”. Must have you in mind😊

  2. What a wonderful tale! I’m so glad Jesus healed you! He is good that way. I should lecture you about the importance of getting it checked out, but I am the same way myself. Also, our medical system is very good at healing things like bones sticking out and not so good at addressing healing for all the other kinds of injuries that are not so obvious and easily seen.

    • oneta hayes says:

      I have another “letter to God” in which I acknowledge I don’t think I could endure a bone sticking out or blood running. Fortunately I wasn’t put to a test that way. Well I did have an issue or two with blood, but I didn’t write those stories on the spot. I wish I had. They were embarrassing even to write to God. I might get to them, but they would lack much detail. Too much time has passed.

  3. It appears that I cannot leave you alone— ever!!!

  4. Faye says:

    Great Testimony. I do believe that God works in miraculous ways and His Provision of folks with expertise is one of these ways. I would always ‘check it out’ with one of God’s Medical people but Trusting God is the Higher Calling in it ALL. I know from life experience now that it can be the ‘little’ things if undiagnosed and treated that can ‘take us out’ when often the bigger things are handled with our own Wisdom (often too not HIS).

    • oneta hayes says:

      Thanks, Faye. I appreciate your comments. I have friends who felt like it was wise to go to the doctor to “check it out” or get a diagnosis so they would know what to pray. I will be answering a lot of those kinds of things during this series. These comments help me know what specific questions to deal with. Believe me, I have gone through them all! I have been there, done that, made choices, made judgments, had victories and failures. But never told “my story.” I believe God is saying to tell it. I don’t want to offend on the way, but I must go where God says go; otherwise, it was all for lose in many ways. I’m starting with my victories; I’ll get to my failures and my restoration. Another testimony tomorrow.

  5. This is an awesome story of healing Oneta. I am so glad He healed you. I have a friend who has not been healed physically of her MS. She has been healed of her anxiety about it and she has realized that God using her for His glory in ways that she would never have been used had she been healed.

    • oneta hayes says:

      So true. That’s the Joni Erickson story also. Looks like it is my sister’s story also; her walk through cancer pain is amazing. Every step is with the Lord and she does get all the help she can from medical resources. Right now, I’m just telling my story. How did I react when after so many healings from his hand, I did not get what I prayed for? My story. Very much like Job. Those who haven’t read his story – who only know of his patience – haven’t studied him very much. 😀

  6. Maurice says:

    Very interesting experience, the Lord knows how to allow somethings to happen to us for us to see him in another dimension. I had the experience where I got sick leave from work and I was spending time in the Bible In Ezekiel and I realized that the Arab Spring happening at the time was prophesied in the book of Ezekiel. To God be all the glory continue to let your steps be ordered by Jesus Christ.

    • oneta hayes says:

      How nice of you to read and take time to share your experience with me. Indeed it is an exciting adventure to be obedient to God’s call. He opens amazing things to us. I’d like to know more about the Arab Spring prophesy. Did you write about it on your blog. Can you send me a link? Thank you.

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