At the end of the day on Friday, my assistant said, “I didn’t think you were going to make it today.” I didn’t think so, either. My back was still very sore, and my head was congested, and my whole body was weary, and I was convinced that I had developed a sinus infection. After work, we drove straight to Scott and Kelly’s house (except for the part where I was driving and I missed a very easy turn . . . and then Mike took over, which was probably for the best), and I am not sure that they thought I was going to make it, either. But, after sleeping in on Saturday, I felt better than I had all week, and we spent the day running errands and learning how to play Settlers of Catan, finishing the day with a basketball game that ended just as I had hoped it would.
The only thing that was difficult for me at all was Saturday night’s church service, which managed to be about one of my hot-button issues. Or maybe hot-button isn’t the right phrase . . . I would say, rather than growing incensed, I put up a wall, and I did not want to deal with this wall in a strange church, surrounded by people I didn’t know. Because the message was about healing, and, despite my protestations to the contrary, I have a lot of confusion and questions about that issue, about praying for healing, and about what kinds of things we can expect. I want to believe in miracles, but life doesn’t seem to be that way most of the time. I don’t know how to deal with those questions, because I am afraid they will give me some answers I don’t want to hear. So I just waited patiently until it was all over.
Whether or not I know exactly how I feel about physical healing, this weekend away restored my soul a little bit. It was nice to have that time with friends, to eat delicious food, to lounge around and sleep in. Mike and I listened to Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows on the way home. There are only ten more school days until spring break. I had a Cadbury egg. Today, things seem much more manageable than they did on Friday afternoon.
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I don’t know about prayers for healing, either. I’m not saying that God can’t do that, but it’s just … hard to understand why it would happen at some times and not others.
So Kari … I trade wheat for sheep.
I just love checking in on your blog. Your voice is so soothing and familiar. I am glad to hear you have had this opportunity to rest.
What do you think of Settlers of Catan? Or is it Cettlers of SATAN???
Our church just did an Alpha presentation on Healing and our youth pastor did the talk. After a lot of changes happening in my life I really do believe in healing. I also believe that it is proportionate to how much you’re willing to let go of your earthly understanding of life and live into the Kingdom understanding.
There were 4 people who asked for healing that night, coincidentally all 4 had issues with feet (bone spurs, broken foot, sprain and swelling of feet and ankles) 3 of the 4 said they felt better after the healing prayer, one said she knew she would feel better in the morning (LOL) but all were afraid (to some degree) to step out past human understanding of “doctor” healing and believe that they could be healed by God.
I was never sure that it was possible before, but for some reason, the last few weeks have been pivotal and I do now. I just knew innately that it was true.
Thanks for sharing your thoughts…