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BE HEALED
BE HEALED...immediately?
I had always had a problem with healing. My problem was, I didn't understand it. I believed in it, but I didn't know how to utilize it.
In Mark 16:17 Jesus says; "They will place their hands on sick people, and they will get well." Consequently, I expected that to happen. I expected that when I lay my hands on someone, or even myself, there would be healing. Well, guess what. Sometimes there was and sometimes there wasn't and the sometimes there was, didn't happen right away. Sometimes it took hours and sometimes it took a day or two, and sometimes even a week. Of course I didn't understand. I lamented a long time over this dilemma and once again, I found myself on a quest.
I understood four things:
 One; God wanted us to be healed. In Isaiah 53:5 he says; "He was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was upon him, and by his wounds we are healed." And in Peter 12:24 he says; "He himself bore our sins in his body on the tree, so that we might die to sins and live for righteousness; by his wounds you have been healed."
Two; Healing was not a for-then-but-not-now event. No where in the Bible does it say it was only for Jesus, only for the apostles, and only for a limited time. In Mark 16:17, just before Jesus ascended into heaven, he said; "These signs will accompany those who believe: In my name they will drive out demons; they will speak in new tongues; they will pick up snakes with their hands and when they drink deadly poison, it will not hurt them at all. They will place their hands on sick people, and they will get well."
Three; Healing has always been accompanied by faith. The two are inseparable. It requires the authority of our words and the physical action. So we have faith + word + touch = healing.
Four; In every instance, with the exception of two cases--Jesus in his home town for lack of faith and the apostles with the demon-possessed boy, healing was instantaneous. I think this fact more than anything threw me.
For the longest time I did the ping-pong thing. I bounced back and forth between I didn't have enough faith, they didn't have enough; my life wasn't right, their life wasn't right. Obviously I was doing somewthing wrong. It had to be me because it couldn't be God. I was right about that at least.
What I didn't have enough of, was understanding. This whole thing had created a lot of doubt and a little faith crisis. I wanted healing and I wanted it immediately. After all, Jesus had it, the apostles had it, so I saw no reason why I shouldn't have it

Then one day God gave me a revelation. It came in the form of a withered fig tree.
In Matthew 21:18 he says; "Early in the morning, Jesus was hungry. Seeinbg a fig tree by the road, he went up to it, but found nothing except leaves. Then he said to it, "May you never bear fruit again!" Immediately the tree withered." (there we go with that immediate thing again) Then in Mark 11:20 I read; "Early in the morning as they went along, they saw the fig tree withered from the roots. Peter remembered and said to Jesus, "Rabbi, Look! The fig tree you cursed has withered!"
 I got excited then. Revelation! Jesus cursed the tree and it did wither, however, the fact was not witnessed until some time later. It withered immediately at the root, but the physical evidence came at a later date.
If the Son of God needed time, what made me think I didn't? But God was not through yet. It occurred to me then that God created the earth in six days, not one. Here was the only great and omnipotent God and he took six days to create the earth and everything in it. So, who was I to think I could do anything, including healing, in immediate terms?
I still had a long way to go. I knew about authority in our words, but I didn't know it was an ongoing process. I didn't realize that I was inadvertently destroying everything I had talked into existence moments before. I would lay hands on the sick, speak with authority in Jesus' name, and then moments later say something like, "It hurts! I'm so sick! I feel so bad! It's killing me!"
Well, duuuh! No wonder healing took so long. It was amazing anyone ever recovered at all!
Are you still with me? Well, even if you're not, I'm still going to go on...and as my husband would say, on and on and on.

This is the part I like. This is where the proof comes in. I have been miraculously healed.
One day, several months, and a lifetime ago, I began to cough up blood. Pretty scary stuff, right? I considered all my options, but I only did one. I ran straight to God. I laid hands on myself, I prayed, and I waited. While I waited, I took a stand of faith. I didn't tell anyone. I couldn't. My family, out of great love and concern, would have caused me undue grief concerning a doctor. Don't get me wrong. There's nothing wrong with doctors or being treated by them. God has led me to a wonderful family doctor. I was sorely tempted to go and get diagnosed. But then I thought, why? Was I looking for proof that something was wrong or that I would be healed? I felt that going to my doctor would have been an act of mistrust, a lack of faith. If I truly believed God would heal me, why would I need a doctor? So, I took a stand. I believed that God would heal me and if he didn't ( which I did not believe for an instant ) I would die, plain and simple. I spent the following weeks thanking God for my healing. Everytime I thought about it or coughed, I repeated these words aloud and to myself, situation depending, "I am healed, I am healthy, I am whole."
And the truth is, I AM healthy, healed, and whole. I haven't had another symptom, and I know I never will. Praise God!

by Je' Leites

 

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