More of my healing story. I left off at being on the Potter’s Wheel. God had so graciously proven to me that just because I chose to go a doctor did not mean he was not STILL MY HEALER. In fact he set me up for another miracle healing to prove it. (last post)
In spite of everything I had nagging doubts about whether I had “snubbed” Him by making the choice for the surgery – by settling for less than the best. But that didn’t last long. That healing was in June. The end of June, I went to Colorado to a family reunion. That was when he removed all doubt about whether or not to choose the medical route.
In my Things I’ve Found Out.. (remember I am addressing God) I began with this paragraph:
Many times you heal me almost immediately. At least within minutes. I most often, however, have to really affirm my faith in you, knowing I can put up with some pain to achieve the gain I get in trusting you. I think of the time something was hurting me. I was standing at the mirror fixing my face. I sensed you asking me if the pain was too much to bear. I said it was not; that I have your promise that nothing will come to me that is too much to bear. That has been one of the issues on which I place my trust in you. You always have come to my aid before it was too much. I do not believe you get joy out of allowing the pain to be great, but that principle has grown my faith. I have with tongue in cheek, said if you want me to be in a hospital, you can make me unconscious; then someone else can make the decision to send me. I really don’t think that will happen.
THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT HE DID!
So, Dear Readers, that brings me up to the “near death” experience, about which I have written in “Why Me, Lord?” I will re-post it tomorrow. It was two years before I could blog about this experience. It took even longer for me to blog about what happened to me as I lay on that operating table, what I saw, heard, …. and how close I believe I was to heaven. It was too intense; too personal, I had to have time to internalize it before I could put it out to the public with the doubters, naysayers, and such. I can’t find where I blogged it. But I’m looking; when I find it I will re-post; bloggers change.
Sweet aroma 
I know some of the story, but you have me sitting on the edge of my chair….
The Biggie is coming. 😀
Im excited
Love this, Oneta! I too am on the edge of my seat…..
I had a similar experience with my husband, he would not go to the doctor for anything. A bit tongue in cheek I prayed, “Okay Lord, I can’t take it anymore. Either kill this man outright or render Him unconscious so I can get him to a doctor.” Poof! Just like that, he dropped right before my eyes. It was scary, it was emotional, but what really freaked me out was that God answered my prayer quickly and literally, and I knew it. I knew He was right there, listening to me.
IB, sorry to see there is no comment here. I wrote one; guess I pushed enter instead of posting the comment. That FB method will not work here.
You are so right about the mind boggling experience it is when one realizes that God is really right near and open to our words, our thoughts, our prayers, and our praise. And He is a constant surprise when we are willing to hear his voice. The static and the blockage is on our side almost always. I have a discussion I am bringing to my class in the morning taken from Isaiah 54:7 and Jesus’s words on the cross about God forsaking Him. Will be interesting. (Okay, Hayes, click the post comment button.)
Thank you for blogging this journey. it is knife edge stuff. f For all of us who love the Lord. Trusting Him alone or depending upon the medical people He has Called will always be a prayer point. When you have no choice He is WELL ABLE to bring healing through a miracle even with the doctor’s expertise .I prayed about taking certain tablets. (not sure if I have told you). He said in prayer NO!. I heard His Voice. Medical folk have written on my card. She says God told her not to take the tablets. Oh yes, I have to Trust Him that those ‘preventative possibly tablets’ were not necessary to prolong the life He has set out for me. I do walk on TRUSTING HIM.
No, I haven’t seen that story. I have only heard his voice one time, one word also. I’ve tried to describe the sound. The nearest I can come is to compare a figure like the Pillsbury Doughboy with a stick man figure. Big, full, but not loud. He spoke a prophet’s name, Azariah, a name I did not remember, but it meant a lot my the time I searched out the reason for him telling me. He has spoken words to me; they are clearly words but the are not vocal. More than thoughts, however. Isn’t he amazing?