Healing — ONE Articles

“Who Do You Say I Am?”

Years ago, my husband and I had a young woman living with us who needed help growing into the person God created her to be. Because of the pain of her childhood, relationships were a constant struggle for her and it was no different with us. She struggled to connect with both me and my husband, sometimes becoming defensive or feeling wounded. We were trying to negotiate a particularly thorny issue when, all of a sudden, I had a revelation and saw the problem clearly: she had all walls and no boundaries. In that moment, I was aware that the primary thing she had had to learn growing up was how to defend and protect herself.

HealingONEApril 26, 2020Healing, Recovery, Community

Glorious Interruptions

A 7-year-old boy who has been experiencing nightmares is invited to color a picture that describes what the nightmares are like. He reaches for the crayons and picks out blacks and browns and reds, scribbling dark, jagged-looking shapes surrounding a small stick figure in a square, which he explains is him in his bed. A prayer minister gently asks him what kind of feelings go with the picture and he replies “scared” and “bad”. The prayer minister asks if he’d like to let Jesus help him draw a new picture and he nods.

Healing, PrayerONEMarch 2, 2020Prayer, Trauma, Kids, Children

What Does GOOD Mean?

Some years ago, I was diagnosed with cancer and one night as I was driving, I called on God to honor the promises of scripture. In true Word-of-Faith fashion I said out loud (and quite loudly because I was certain volume made my prayers work better), “You will heal me because Isaiah 53:5 says we are healed by his stripes. You will heal me because James 5:15 says the prayer of faith will restore whoever is sick.” I continued down the list. “You will heal me because Psalm 91 says no plague will come near me and you will heal me because Matthew 12:15 says Jesus healed all who were sick. You will heal me because…” And right at that moment something caught in my heart and my throat, a hiccup or a hitch that interrupted my rant, and the bravado evaporated and tears spilled down my cheeks and I whispered shakily, “Would you heal me just because you love me?”