Those who know me personally, know I’m recovering from a silly fall that lead to a broken femur in my right leg. In the moment that it happened, I commanded time go back and undo the damage (yes, I heard a testimony where this worked). This time, it didn’t work. Instead, I took my first ambulance ride, to my first emergency room visit, to see the extent of my first broken bone.
The next day, a surgeon put the pieces back together with a titanium rod and some wire. Three months later, I just finished physical therapy and am on the mend to hopefully being as good as new.
As someone who believes in divine healing, my faith was shaken. Of course I blamed Satan, as I know he is the enemy who wants to steal our futures, kill our dreams, and destroy our lives if he can. Please see John 10:10 if you don’t believe me. I love that the second half of that verse is a promise from Jesus, “I have come that they may have life, and that they may have it more abundantly.”
On my third day in the hospital after surgery, the hospital chaplain paid me a visit. My sunny disposition threw him off, and he quickly realized that I was not going to let Satan win and steal my spirit. I remained confident that I would recover from this and that God is my healer.
Realizing he didn’t have much to accomplish, the chaplain asked if he could pray for me. I did not hear a word that he said, as my heavenly Father took this moment to help me understand how he would use this experience for good.
I heard my Father say, “I need you to have a heart for the broken-hearted. I need you to understand their pain.”
I have to confess, I knew immediately what this meant. I was developing pride in my ability to keep myself healthy. Through my belief that I am always healed by His stripes, I simply command my body to stay in alignment with this truth. While I stayed healthy, I became more and more frustrated seeing other Christians battle sickness and disease; I stopped having compassion for their plight.
I would think, “If only they knew what I know! If only they believed what I believe!”
“Pride goes before destruction, and a haughty spirit before a fall.” Proverbs 16:18 (NKJV)
Alas, we are all human. While I prayed for divine intervention and a miraculous recovery for my broken bone, I healed the old-fashioned way – through rest, patience and a bit of determination.
What makes me keep smiling? Our God has legions of angels that protect us at every turn. And when a demon sneaks through and attacks, God promises to turn the tragedy into something good.
“And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to His purpose.” Romans 8:28 (NKJV)
God can amazingly weave a beautiful outcome from a tragedy. I will continue to stand on this promise of God’s word, and can’t wait to see what else He has planned!