I have been sick this week, coughing till my head felt like it was about to explode, nasal passages almost blocked, throat raw. Suffering alone, like a pagan Philistine, never once even thinking to ask my heavenly Father for healing . I am dense.
Finally, the Spirit could not take it any more. I mean, He does have to share my body, right?
I was half awake this morning, ready to start coughing when heat started to spread in my nasal passages and in my chest and I started smiling, for no reason. Then I heard a gentle, chiding, interior voice,
” You are not alone, you know. I am always with you. I have decided to start to heal you. Would you like to be healed? Why did you not ask? I was waiting all week. “
I felt foolish but loved and said,”Yes”.
Yes to accepting a constant companion.
Yes to needing help.
Yes to being healed and happy and not sick and miserable.
John 16:24 “Until now you have asked for nothing in My name; ask and you will receive, so that your joy may be made full.
I went to make breakfast, smiling; my nasal passages were completely dry, my throat slightly sore, a bit of a cough and then I gardened and revealed in colour and beauty,
And God saw everything that he had made, and behold, it was very good. And there was evening and there was morning, the sixth day.
The beauty of my garden healed my spirit even more. Thank- you Lord.