Again, I find myself departing from my intended nonsensical ranting to bring you this news:
Back on the Sunday of communion (you know that story, right? If not, you’ll find it in the archives of this blog), when God told me clearly to eat the bread, I thought I heard God say that I would not have symptoms. At that same level of "doubt", I thought I heard God say He would heal me completely of Celiac disease. But I did not tell anyone this.
After a week or so, I shared that thought with Lynette, my wife. I had been battling in my spirit and needed to discuss it. After talking with Lynette, I battled another week, during which time I asked God to send someone to confirm the healing. On Friday (one week ago), our framing foreman walked into the office with some yummy looking wheat encrusted goodies. He was relentlessly trying to get me to eat them. I kept refusing. (He did not know the story of communion -- actually, he probably still doesn't know). After "coffee time", he came into my office and sat down and said "How will you know God has healed you unless you eat wheat?". I was very conflicted. Then I started wondering if this was the person God sent to tell me. But I didn't eat wheat.
Then on Sunday, a lady, who is recognized in our church as a prophet, came to me and said "I am so glad to hear God healed your disease". Now was that God telling me? I STILL did not eat. But the battle in my spirit was growing stronger. I so badly wanted to be healed, but there were some issues standing in the way. Mostly, my issues were about pride. If I were to be healed, people would probably call me a "faker" or "hypochondriac" or just in general doubt I ever had Celiac. I was not sure I was strong enough to face these criticisms.
But the truth is I have been healed. I ate a cracker on Tuesday for lunch. No reaction. Then I had a cookie in the evening. On Wednesday I had two bagels for lunch, then we had Chinese food for supper. I had the leftovers for lunch on Thursday, then we went to Celebrations Dinner Theatre in the evening and I ate bread and cheesecake. I have had NO reaction. No pain, no headaches, no diarrhea. Nothing.
I am so thankful God has chosen to do this wonderful thing in my life. I cannot answer the question "why me?" I don't know why God would choose to heal me but not someone else. But God knows the answer. All I can do is say "Praise God!"
Back on the Sunday of communion (you know that story, right? If not, you’ll find it in the archives of this blog), when God told me clearly to eat the bread, I thought I heard God say that I would not have symptoms. At that same level of "doubt", I thought I heard God say He would heal me completely of Celiac disease. But I did not tell anyone this.
After a week or so, I shared that thought with Lynette, my wife. I had been battling in my spirit and needed to discuss it. After talking with Lynette, I battled another week, during which time I asked God to send someone to confirm the healing. On Friday (one week ago), our framing foreman walked into the office with some yummy looking wheat encrusted goodies. He was relentlessly trying to get me to eat them. I kept refusing. (He did not know the story of communion -- actually, he probably still doesn't know). After "coffee time", he came into my office and sat down and said "How will you know God has healed you unless you eat wheat?". I was very conflicted. Then I started wondering if this was the person God sent to tell me. But I didn't eat wheat.
Then on Sunday, a lady, who is recognized in our church as a prophet, came to me and said "I am so glad to hear God healed your disease". Now was that God telling me? I STILL did not eat. But the battle in my spirit was growing stronger. I so badly wanted to be healed, but there were some issues standing in the way. Mostly, my issues were about pride. If I were to be healed, people would probably call me a "faker" or "hypochondriac" or just in general doubt I ever had Celiac. I was not sure I was strong enough to face these criticisms.
But the truth is I have been healed. I ate a cracker on Tuesday for lunch. No reaction. Then I had a cookie in the evening. On Wednesday I had two bagels for lunch, then we had Chinese food for supper. I had the leftovers for lunch on Thursday, then we went to Celebrations Dinner Theatre in the evening and I ate bread and cheesecake. I have had NO reaction. No pain, no headaches, no diarrhea. Nothing.
I am so thankful God has chosen to do this wonderful thing in my life. I cannot answer the question "why me?" I don't know why God would choose to heal me but not someone else. But God knows the answer. All I can do is say "Praise God!"
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