I think I need to blog about what happened yesterday.
You see, since Dan and I got married in 2011, we've been pursuing healing in both our lives - physical healing - because we believe God for that, we believe His word and we take Him at it; we believe that we have authority given to us because the Spirit dwells within us (Romans 8:11), that the power of Jesus' name can move mountains and that Jesus was speaking literally when He said that we only need a mustard seed of faith to do that (Matthew 17:20); and we believe that as God's children, that we not only should receive, but have a right to His good gifts (Matthew 7:11).
So when I say we're pursuing physical healing in both our lives, that's what I mean. We've been prayed over countless times, we've prayed over each other, we've spoken truth into our hearts against the enemy, and yesterday at church Dan got called out in the service not by his name, but by his exact injury in a room of at least 600 people to receive prayer over his body; we're pursuing it but we're not receiving it. And then yesterday I finally went up to ask to be anointed for healing since Jesus says in His word that we should receive anointing from the elders of the church if we want healing (James 5:14); nothing happened, to either of us. (Please don't tell me that that means there must be something wrong in our hearts, because there is nowhere in God's word that backs that up; there is no sin present that is keeping healing from us, because again, that is not Biblical. And one more thing: God's timing? That is also not Biblical, not in the new era of grace.) The power of prayer is a HUGE thing and Dan and I both believe in it because we see evidence of it working, we are encouraged by that: but what about us?
So we were sitting in church once the service was over, holding each other and crying, and feeling so forgotten and passed over, and why is everyone else before us receiving healing besides us? We desire to please God, we are pursuing Him in every single area of our lives, we are obedient, and we are being used by him, so why aren't we being blessed in this one area we both need? Anyway, as we were sitting there, a miracle happened that took the loneliness right out of both mine and Dan's hearts:
I had just been feeling so forgotten, and repeating those words over and over to Dan, just how forgotten I feel by God, and at that exact moment, the wife of the awesome pastor who had been praying over Dan and wrestling with him in prayer came up to Dan and I, and said these words to us: "I have to be somewhere in a minute, so I don't have much time, but God has really put it heavy on my heart that I needed to come over here and tell you just one thing: He has not forgotten you."
(This is also awesome on the authority we have to heal the sick.)