Healing away from Fear

I taught a class on healing last week and made myself sick. My arm swelled and felt numb.  Severe pain from the pressure of accumulated lymph gripped me.

I wondered if speaking my diagnosis and pathology report out loud, led to the great contagion, fear. Fear set in as I answered questions about dying; who does and who doesn’t.
“How do you know you are really well?”

And the computer screen showing that I had less than a 25% chance to live two years came screaming into my visual field.

Healing Prayer

I give God all the credit for healing but none of the blame for sickness. “How can that be?” folks ask. “Isn’t it both or none?” And I wonder incredulously at a heart and mind that conceptualizes God’s grace for healing but not for sickness.

In truth, it seems complexly simple. God did not create evil and sickness. If you go back to the beginning of Genesis, you will see that he created light and separated the darkness from it. He created evening and day so that there might be activity followed by rest. He created man, then woman and placed them in the Garden.

How’s your Book Coming, Julia?

“How’s your book coming, Julia?” he asks.

“OK,” I answer, “but I wish I didn’t have to write it. Wish I didn’t have to sit at the computer for years editing and correcting, changing and morphing the manuscript.

“You have to make these changes Julia. This must become a book and not something that happened to you,” my editor said.

“How about you write a one sentence book? Please don’t have sex with children,” my patient husband asks. “If I had one sentence to write a bumper sticker, it would be, ‘Please don’t hit children,” he offers.

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