The Power of Prayer
"I'm getting the word frantic for someone in the room," she said.
Oh sure, that could be anyone. Whose life isn't frantic these days?
"Frantic and a complete lack of peace. Somehow it's connected to allergies. This person may not have even put these two together yet."
How could she possibly know that? I'd been trying to put up such a brave front - showing the world I had it all together. I was trying to show I knew what I was doing, full of confidence. Inside, I was falling apart. And physically, I was in more pain that I could remember being in for a very long time - maybe ever. So much pain. Some days my eyes were hot with tears that I was trying to hide. The pain on the outside matched the intensity of the pain on the inside. It had been getting progressively worse for weeks.
"Frantic....allergies."
How could she know? I know she has the gift of knowledge, but still. How could she know that?
I tried to become invisible in my chair. No one could know. People I knew were in the room. What would they think? Would they feel sorry for me in my weakness? Would they mock me for it? Believe it was real?
"Come forward. Let us pray for you. Let us pray for peace in your heart and healing in your body."
I've requested prayer for healing for my body more times than I can count. What was the use? How would this be any different? I willed myself to be glued into my chair.
"Come forward. If you have pain we want to pray for you."
My body left the chair. I felt compelled. It certainly wasn't of my own volition.
"How can we pray for you?" her husband asked.
"I'm the frantic one," I whispered as the tears began to fall. "I've had an illness for the past 37 years. It's very closely tied in to diet and could easily be viewed as allergies. And I'm so tired of it. I'm just so tired."
As she began to pray for the peace I longed for, I felt the warmth of her hands coursing through me. She prayed for peace and spiritual healing as well as physical healing. And she continued to hold me as she prayed.
I went back to my seat. Tears continued down my cheeks. I was still in pain. Maybe this would turn out to be like all the other experiences. Had anything changed?
Afterward I was speaking with the woman who had prayed over me and I noticed my headache starting to abate. I was smiling as I spoke.
The next morning I awoke pain free and with a light heart! The light-heartedness and peace lasted all day. Praise God!! Some pain is back, but not as bad as before. I know that God is working in my heart and in my body. I don't know if this is the final answer, but I know I have God's peace for what lies ahead. And I choose to believe that He is healing me: now, tomorrow, and always.
Glory be to Him alone!