“LORD, PLEASE HEAL ME…”

“Lord, please heal me,” I prayed. This story is about a time of deep suffering in my life and the Lord’s prompting to keep asking Him for healing. There is power in prayer, and He tells us to keep knocking. To keep asking. I pray my story encourages you. And that in the midst of your trials, know that He sees you, and that He still heals people from sickness and disease today. Whether or not he heals you, I pray your faith is strengthened, knowing how much He loves you.

THIS IS MY STORY

In 2004, and I thought I had the flu. You know, that hit by a truck feeling? It lasted about two weeks, but after a few days the symptoms returned. The third time in a row, I felt within my spirit that what I had wasn’t the flu, but something much worse.

“Lord, please cure me,” I prayed. My body was racked with aches and pains, with occasional sharp pain hitting anywhere from head to toe. I didn’t think “I’m dying,” but felt like I was, like a battle was raging within me, and I desperately wanted the Lord to cure me of whatever it was.

The pain resulted in many sleepless nights. Lying awake one night I imagined tiny warriors inside me, battling with swords and shields and any time a sharp pain hit, I imagined the sword missed the shield and got me. I made an appointment to see my nurse practitioner, hoping for answers. As soon as she walked into the room and asked how I was, I broke down while explaining my symptoms.

 

DEPRESSION?

“No wonder you’re depressed. You have sleep deprivation.” Not that a person in my condition couldn’t feel depressed, but I wasn’t. My emotions broke because as she said, I was sleep deprived. I just wanted to find out why. Why such pain and difficulty sleeping. I left with lab work needing to be done.

My bloodwork came back positive for antinuclear antibodies (ANA), and positive for another test that I cannot remember. Thinking I might have rheumatoid arthritis or lupus, she referred me to a Rheumatologist. It took three long months before I could get an appointment. “Lord, please heal me. Please cure me of this pain.”

The combination of pain and sleep deprivation made it impossible to concentrate on having my daily devotions, or work on one of the novels I had started and I longed for the Lord to restore my health. One morning after breakfast, while still sitting at the table, I cried out to the Lord to speak to me and let my bible fall open, not my usual practice. It opened to Isaiah 49, and my eyes fell upon verses 15-16.

“Can a woman forget her nursing child, that she should have no compassion on the son of her womb? Even these she may forget, yet I will not forget you. Behold, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands; your walls are continually before me.”

 

GOD’S WORD TOUCHED MY HEART

God’s Word touched my heart and weeping, I carried my bible to our bedroom and walked into our walk-in-closet. After closing the door, I sat on the floor, and through blurred vision, I reread the passage. Looking heavenward I said, You haven’t forgotten me. You know everything I’ve been going through. I lay prostrate on the floor crying for a time, until I felt Him gently say, “Now, get up daughter, and dry your tears.”

“I can do this Lord, because you are with me.” Whatever was going on in my body, the Lord knew and He gave me courage to hang on. Still, I continued to pray, “Lord, please heal me. Restore my health.”

THREE MONTHS LATER

Three months later, after numerous tests, I finally got the diagnosis. Fibromyalgia and chronic fatigue syndrome. I was told, they often go hand in hand, and both cause sleeplessness, which in turn causes sleep deprivation. Patients with fibromyalgia have sensitive nerve endings. My case was severe, for even clothing touching my skin was painful. Doctors say you never get over fibromyalgia.

Aw, but the Lord! I knew He was able, and I didn’t let that deter me from asking again, “Dear Lord, please heal me. Cure me of this pain.” 

It took two months after being diagnosed to get on the right regimen of medication, Oxycodone, and Darvocet. Switching from one to the other every four hours. Repeatedly, I prayed asking the Lord to take the fibromyalgia and chronic fatigue syndromes from me. I hated not being able to concentrate on reading His Word, much less being able to write for Him. Lord, please heal me. You called me to write for you, and I cannot do what you called me to do with this condition.

 

LORD, PLEASE HEAL ME

Lord, Please heal me, I prayed after watching a program on TV. It was about a year and a half after my diagnosis, and the program talked about people becoming addicted to or dependent upon medication. Not that, too! “Lord, please heal me. Take this from me that I can write for you.” Two weeks passed and I realized I had not had any pain since that program on TV after I cried out to Him, yet again, for healing. I also realized that I was more focused. Before that, only occasionally was I free from pain, but never for more than a few days at a time.

I started paying attention. After another week without pain, I believed the Lord had answered my prayer for healing and I began praising Him. I started cutting down on the medication, but all to soon, withdrawals set in. I made an appointment to see my nurse practitioner and she said that I needed to ween off the drugs slowly. The withdrawals were as bad as the Fibromyalgia–andmade me feel antsy all over. I wanted to crawl out of my skin. But I also wanted off the medication, now! Again I prayed, “Lord, please heal me.”

 

FIVE WEEKS AFTER THE LORD HEALED ME

Five weeks after the Lord healed me, my husband and I went to our Saturday night bible study and I shared both the good news, that the Lord had healed me, and about the withdrawals. The couples home where we met had both been emergency room nurses, and Pat (the wife) said that it would take six to eight months to get the drugs completely out of my system. Shocked, I sat there choking back tears.

Six to eight months? Lord, I don’t think I can do this. PLease wipe these drugs from my system. Lord, please heal me!

Monday morning I emailed my pastor and told him everything. He responded, “Hang in there, we’ll be praying for you tonight.” Hope rose within my heart, for I realized it was the day of the monthly Monday night prayer meeting.

 

LORD, PLEASE HEAL ME

“Lord, please heal me. Remove the drugs from my system. Please hear the prayer of your saints.” That night, around the time I knew they would be gathering, I prayed the same prayer as earlier that day, and waited in expectation for God’s answer.

The Lord not only heard their prayers but He answered miraculously. He wiped the drugs completely from my system. The withdrawals stopped! Praise His Holy Name! Since then, with the Holy Spirit’s help, I’ve written five novels. Four are available on Amazon, and the fifth is currently under contract with TBN  (Trinity Broadcasting Network) and should be published early next year.

Thanks be to God who still heals today!

 

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The Lord Bless you!

Danie Marie