The Lord who Heals

My neck started hurting around nine months ago. At first I just thought it was a pulled muscle, but it never recovered. It seemed like such a small thing to go to the doctor about, so I didn't. In spite of taking it easy, my neck hurt more and more. In the past few weeks it has gotten to the point where I cannot lay down and then sit up without cradling the back of my neck with my hands. It felt so weak, like a twig that would snap in half if any weight was applied. I have become so frustrated with the way this injury inhibits my everyday activities. Even leaning into the washing machine to retrieve laundry has been agonizing. But today, everything changed.

Until now I've never known the Lord as Great Physician. That was just a name without any personal meaning to me. This morning my neck popped and I was healed. I wish I could tell you that I had faithfully prayed for this miraculous relief, but I didn't. The truth is, I settled with the pain. The weird part is that my neck pops several times a day, but on this particular morning, I knew the Lord's hand was on me. I can't explain it, I just knew without even testing it, that I had been healed. I thanked God for this blessing and went about my day performing normal activities that were once difficult, with such ease. What a relief it is to bend over and pack my book bag without any ache, or read my text book without any strain.

Exodus 15:26
"...For I am the Lord who heals you."


Jeremiah 17:14
"Heal me, O Lord, and I shall be healed; Save me, and I shall be saved, For You are my praise."