I remember that day; and the night before. It was my 13th birthday. It was the first birthday after I died in April of that year; 30 years ago. It felt very significant to my young mind.
I had been hearing for months all the things I would never be able to do again. I was desperate to reframe my truth.
I managed to convince myself that night that despite what the doctors had been saying; there was actually a lot of hope for further healing.
I was about to embark on puberty. I felt certain that my body and brain would do a lot of healing on their own during those years.
I tried to keep my faith strong and out of God’s way so he could just do whatever He wanted with my body and brain during those years.
I knew He had created me. If I was ever going to heal; it would be on His terms, not the doctors. I strived to take as passive an attitude as I could towards His role in my life so as not to get in His way back then.
Everyone else kept saying I couldn’t trust Him like that.
It was so hard finding the patience to wait on His promises in the face of such adversity.
Truthfully, what else could I do but keep my faith? I was far too young to just give up on living.
God literally became my end-all.
I put His promises to the test.
The world couldn’t make me better; He was the last show in town as far as I was concerned.
If I believed it was hopeless like the doctors had been saying, I knew I would have lost the race before I had even started it.
I was learning even back then how He heals us. We have to be active participants. We do this by believing in His healing, even when all the doctors are saying there is no hope.
This is my birthday message; belief with all your heart and soul, believe it until you know it is true and you also can overcome.
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