I wasn’t looking for an Easter miracle. Although getting to church early enough to get a seat would have been a nice surprise.
I kept telling my family, “we are going to be on time”, but they were all right…. on time on Easter is very, very late. |
On Easter eve, I asked my Walk to Emmaus Reunion Group to
please pray for healing in my arm and shoulder. I was tired of the unexplained nerve
zinging across my shoulder which felt like someone was playing the “Devil Went
Down to Georgia” on a fiddle. The zinging
was hindering the diagnosis of other arm pain. That after a x-rays, a neck MRI,
a shoulder MRI, a round of steroids, a steroid shot, a neck cortisone
injection, 800mg of ibruphrophen regularly, and enough time with my PT I
thought we were dating…. I was ready to be better and move on.
I had a sweet friend take me to two of the mentioned my doctor appointments, because she said, “You take care of enough people, someone can take care of you!” I shared with the group that maybe God wanted me to learn through this experience to learn to ask for help.
Later that night, I helped the Easter Bunny fill the
baskets and went to bed. I was unable to sleep due to my jelly bean sugar
high and my arm. I ran the scenario in my head of storming in
my doctor’s office telling them “to just cut my arm off”.
Rushing the next morning to get ready for church “on time’,
I didn’t give a lot of thought to my arm.
And we did eventually get a seat. As I was listening to the sermon I thought, this is the first time
my shoulder hasn’t hurt in church in forever. I
almost said something to my husband.
Then the pastor says, paraphrasing of course, “as we were praying
for today’s service and the church members, we felt like it was pressed upon us
that someone was going find repair in their marriage, a grown man was going to
cry for the first time ever, and someone was going to find healing in their
arm.” I looked at my husband wide eyed.
Well folks, it’s been two days and it is feeling better than it has in months.
So I am going to assume he was talking about me.
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