Back when I was a small child I suffered from epilepsy. There were times when I would wake up in the hospital having no recollection of how I got there. Every time the answer was the same. “You had a convulsion.” I don’t remember having them but I do recall one time being told that I had been playing at the school playground with some neighbourhood friends. I had a spell and had fallen off the monkey bars. The school was just a few doors down from our home and one of my friends ran told my mom that I had fallen and wouldn’t get up. Nowadays a parent would never send a child that young to play in the park without adult supervision. I guess times were different back then.
One time it happened on a Sunday morning, and I distinctly remember asking the Dr. what day it was. When he told me it was Sunday I told him, “Well, you had better let me out of here. I have to go to church!”
When I was a little girl, I truly loved Jesus with all my heart. I loved going to church, learning about him, and loved the worship service. One Sunday night there was a huge snow storm. Due to the storm the special speaker from the morning was stranded and unable to make his next speaking engagement. So, our pastor invited him to speak in the evening service. He spoke on healing. I don’t recall any of his sermon but I do know that I sure didn’t want to have epilepsy anymore. I heard that Jesus would heal me!
The preacher called people forward that wanted to be healed. You can be sure I went. I believed with all my 6 year old little heart that Jesus would make me all better! I was standing beside a friend at the time and the minister laid hands on both of us at the same time. His prayer went something like this…”Father we pray for this brother and sister.” He didn’t get to finish because I interrupted him and said, “he is not my brother!” I know now that wasn’t what he meant :-0) I didn’t question if I was healed or not. No, I simply believed Jesus healed me; no doubt whatsoever. I don’t think the thought crossed my mind that it might not happen. Oh to have that childlike faith today! No seeds of doubt planted in my heart.
The next morning came and my mom had my pills set aside for me to take. I was on dilantin and phenobarb. I told her “I don’t need those pills anymore, Jesus healed me! ”My mom was very concerned and still wanted me to take them. As a mom I totally understand her thinking and might be the same way if I were in her shoes. She was afraid of something happening; worried about her little girl having yet another seizure. My dad has always been rather calm, easy going and relaxed, and he calmed her down. “Just wait and see.” He didn’t want to destroy the faith that I had at 6 years old. Still, a phone call was made to my teacher in the morning explaining the situation of me going to school without medication. Basically she asked my teacher to keep an eye on me.
Well, from that snowy winter’s eve on, I never again took another pill for epilepsy .I was completely healed.
Psalm 73:26 My health may fail, and my spirit may grow weak, but God remains the strength of my heart: he is mine forever.
Psalm. 103:2,3 Let all that I am praise the Lord; may I never forget the good things he does for me. He forgives my sins and heals all my diseases.
Psalm 41:3 The Lord nurses them when they are sick and restores them to health.