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"Walk By Faith, Not By Sight" 2 Corinthians 5:7

Finding Light in the Rain: A Story on Healing

You grow up in church learning about the miraculous works that Jesus performed while he was here on Earth.  He let blind men see, cripples walk, and even made the dead rise.  I don’t mean this figuratively, either.  He literally healed these people to great health.  If you’re like me, you totally believe these things happened (take note in the past tense used here).  Absolutely, Jesus healed these people.  He performed so many incredible miracles and many believed.  Being a Christian, I believe in miracles.  But, I never thought I would see a miracle first hand.  It’s embarrassing, honestly, to admit that my faith wasn’t that strong when it came to physical miracles.

Finding Light in the Rain A Story on Healing

This year, in particular, has been full of health issues for me.  Ranging from injuries to sinus infections to unanswered problems.  It’s been frustrating and quite discouraging.  Josh has been extremely patient and helpful, and I really wish I could say that about my {previous} employer.  It has felt like one health concern after another, and I’m sure there have been a few that have thought I am a hypochondriac, though that’s not the case.  I don’t like doctors, hospitals, blood, etc.  Anyway, getting to the point, after dealing with some personal health stuff, and some tendonitis, I started experiencing some severe abdominal pain, starting in my pelvic region, and then making its way up to my right flank, and lower ribcage.  Josh, having medical experience, kept an eye on me (while almost catering to me, the sweetheart…deserves lots of credit here), to make sure I wasn’t developing appendicitis.  About a week went by, and my pain was getting worse, so I headed to the urgent care in the area.  I was seen, waited 2 hours to be seen, you know the deal, and was tested for some things.  The doctor came back into my room, admitting that he wasn’t exactly sure what was going on.  After a quick urine sample, he guessed that I could be developing a urinary tract infection, though I have had those before and could immediately tell you that’s not what it was.  He claimed it as a “catch 22” situation; that he wasn’t too sure and wanted to send my samples off to the lab for cultures, but gave me the option to go on the antibiotics.  I decided to give them a try, just in case I was wrong.  When I explained to Josh what was going on, he agreed that wasn’t it and suggested I get a second opinion.  So I did.  I saw my regular physician, who immediately asked me if they gave me an ultrasound (not pregnant, promise!), and I said no. She asked a lot of questions and the more I answered, the more concern she became.  She then referred me to get an ultrasound, but told me to go to the ER if in the next day my pain didn’t decrease, or if it increased.  She said to stay on the antibiotic for the time being.

During the summer, I was in a boot for six weeks for tendonitis in my right foot.

During the summer, I was in a boot for six weeks for tendonitis in my right foot.

The next couple of days the pain didn’t get any better, but I was waiting to hear back from urgent care about my lab results before the next step.  Come that Sunday, I got the phone call confirming that I didn’t have a UTI, believe it or not.  So, that night I headed to the ER.  The nurses prepped me for an emergency surgery, just in case, getting me set up for an IV.  I had blood drawn, another urine sample taken, and then headed down the hall for a CT Scan.  The results of every test came back absolutely normal, and I was sent home with some pain killers.  The next day, I headed to work, as if nothing happened.  Though I was pretty drugged up from the pain killers that week, my pain didn’t subside, or even dim.

Finally, I had my appointment for the ultrasound, hoping that I would get some answers.  Let’s just say that it was an awkward and uncomfortable experience.  A week went by, and I still hadn’t heard from the hospital about my results.  I even called, though the results hadn’t come back to my doctor’s office.  I finally, finally, got my results.  The nurse explained to me that I had nothing to worry about.  They had found a tiny ovarian cyst on my left ovary; something that wasn’t even the size of a dime.  She explained that it was nothing to worry about, unless the pain worsened.  Obviously, my pain wasn’t going away.  I asked if something like this cyst would cause so much pain, especially on my right flank, even though my cyst was on the left.  She advised me to go see my gynecologist.  So, I made an appointment with my doctor because she does my annuals.

“I wasn’t doing well physically for sure, but mentally and emotionally, I was exhausted.”

I don’t think I have ever been so excited about going to the doctor before.  I was excited to get some answers, and hopefully some help.  Well, that’s not what happened.  My doctor explained that I needed to see a specialist, that she was merely a physician.  Frustrated, I went home.  On the drive, I cried and told Josh how I didn’t understand why I was going through this.  I was getting grief from my manager for all of the doctor’s appointments, and I wasn’t feeling any better.  The pain was worsening, and nothing was happening.  I couldn’t even take Tucker for a walk around the block.  Josh would carry my backpack, or do the laundry downstairs for me because lifting and moving was so painful, though so was just sitting around. I wasn’t doing well physically for sure, but mentally and emotionally, I was exhausted.

The weekend was here again, and I was going on week three or four of the pain.  Josh and I headed to church like any other Sunday.  Little did I remember that we were going to have a guest speaker, who was visiting for the weekend, and was doing some workshops on Saturday.  Robby Dawkins, a pastor from Chicago gave an excellent service about trusting in God (you can listen to it here).  But, at the end of the service, he spoke about his workshop from the day before.  He had been teaching on healing.  He then explained that God was telling him that there were a few people within our congregation that were suffering from physical ailments, beginning with migraines.  I was thinking, “Okay, yes, I have those, but not in a way that I’m fairly concerned with. I’m on some medicine that works really well.” Dawkins listed off some other ailments, and then said, “God’s telling me that there is someone here that is having either kidney issues, or a severe pain in the right side.” My heart stopped, and the next thing I knew, Josh was pushing me down the isle to the alter to be prayed over. I don’t know exactly what to expect, but I knew that I didn’t want to be in front of the church. I was embarrassed. And, I think, my pride was getting to me because I didn’t want others to see my weakness. Either way, Josh and I headed down the aisle, hand in hand. We were met by our good friend, who is also the youth pastor at our church. He asked me to tell him about what was going on and I gave a brief explanation. He then asked me to rank my pain right in that moment, on a scale of 1-10. My pain was at a 9. He then laid his hand on my side and began to pray. As he laid his hands on me, and began to pray, I was joined by the girls from my bible study, Josh, and some other church members. Tears poured out of my eyes and down my cheeks. A tingling sensation came over me, making me think I was going to pass out. And, suddenly, a smile spread across my face. The prayer was over, and the youth pastor looked at me, asking, “Where is your pain right now?” “It’s gone!” I exclaimed with pure joy! And, it truly was.

“When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you; when you walk through fire you shall not be burned, and the flame shall not consume you.”
Isaiah 43:2 ESV

The following day, I felt 100% better still. I was able to go on a three mile hike with a good friend, with absolutely no pain. God had healed me. It has been a few months now since this occurred, and the pain hasn’t returned. I don’t have any answers in relation to a medical explanation, and I don’t feel like I need those answers. The only answer I needed was God’s answer. He said let it be done, and it was. I am healed. I never really thought I would be the recipient of a miracle so physically tangible, but I am. He has given me this gift and it is something I need to share.

About Shannon

Hi! I'm Shannon, a lover of dogs, coffee, books, words, and Jesus! I hold a Bachelor's in English, with a minor in Communications from Florida State University (Go 'Noles!). Take a peak around, meet Tucker, my rescue mutt, and say 'Hi!'

2 comments on “Finding Light in the Rain: A Story on Healing

  1. mentalbreakinprogress
    November 9, 2015

    So glad to hear you are feeling better! I found your post through OM :) I look forward to reading more of your blog :)

    • Shannon
      November 26, 2015

      Thank you, friend! I hope you are having a wonderful Thanksgiving!

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