When I was healed at training camp, I remember being flooded with so much joy. It's almost all I remember of that moment, the pure joy that came with it. It's funny because I didn't even know the extent of my healing. I didn't know that I wasn't going to suffer from depression anymore or that the chronic back pain that I had was really gone. I just thought about how light I felt and how good that feeling was. And to be honest, I didn't know if it was going to last.
It took me a month for me to realize that the depression wasn't coming back and that Jesus had really taken it away.
Last night in the village I got to be on the other side of this story. I was asked to pray for a lady that said she had back and hip pains. She didn't speak any English but I prayed anyways. I prayed that God would take away the pain, that her bones and muscles would be strong again and that if there was any emotional burdens that she was carrying that God would just take those away.
And then I finished the prayer and looked at her. She was beaming with joy and a happiness that had not been there before. Something had changed. Could this be it, could she really be healed?
I asked our translator to ask if the pain was gone. And the woman answered that it was. She was healed.
She kept beaming and we hugged each other (something that doesn't happen often in India) and I knew that she knew how loved she was. She was feeling the same thing that I had felt back in May.
There is a joy that comes from healing, a feeling of love that exceeds all expectations. Healing prayers are so much more than mending broken body parts. Healing brings a restoration of the spirit, the heart, and the soul. Healing is probably the closest physical representation of God's love that we're ever going to find.
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