I blog in order to try to express what God has been teaching my heart lately. I blog because I believe that by sharing we can help each other learn and grow. I step out in directions that I believe God to be placing on my heart … but I am still learning. So I ask your patience as I explore. I don’t have all the answers and am certain that I will never have them while I live here on Earth. But as I explore, I pray that this will encourage you to explore too.
We have a little guy needing some physical healing in his body. Lately, I have been standing on the promises of healing in Scripture as being for everyone; not just for a select few, not just for those with incredible faith, but that God would want us to experience healing, even physical healing, because He loves us. We have been praying for a number of years for our son to experience healing.
Last night, our young son stepped out in faith. My husband and I prayed for him before we went to bed as well. We expected to wake up and find him healed.
He woke up in the same situation as every morning.
I wondered what my response should be. I’ll be honest, I was pretty disappointed. My human nature wanted to ask “Well God… why? Just why? He offered his mustard seed faith to you… why would you not heal him?”
He replied, “If you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mulberry tree, ‘Be uprooted and planted in the sea,’ and it will obey you” (Luke 17:6)
What about that ‘mustard seed faith’ God?
What about that little boy who offered to you his trust and his faith that you would touch and restore him in the way he needs to be restored?
The truth is, I have no answer. And in a way, this shook the platform that I have been trying to stand on recently. But… only slightly. Because the other thing that I have been learning has been to trust the Word of God above my own experiences or feelings. This is new for me. It is sometimes uncomfortable.
But I refuse to stand in my human nature. Instead I seek the Word of God to inform my head what to think.
The verse that came to mind was this one from Habukkuk:
Though the fig tree may not blossom,
Nor fruit be on the vines;
Though the labor of the olive may fail,
And the fields yield no food;
Though the flock may be cut off from the fold,
And there be no herd in the stalls—
18 Yet I will rejoice in the Lord,
I will joy in the God of my salvation.
19 The Lord God is my strength;
He will make my feet like deer’s feet,
And He will make me walk on my high hills.
Yet… rejoice. Even though…. yet I will rejoice.
I’m trying to stand in this new stance of complete trust in God, and in His Word and the promises that I find there. Because I know that even though we still have not seen the results that we want to see, God heals. I know He does ’cause I’ve seen it.
And when I shared my disappointment and lack of understanding with a friend today, she wisely and gently suggested that perhaps there is more learning to be done here. That perhaps my young son might even be learning something through this experience, something that might one day help him to serve God in an amazing way.
“For my thoughts are not your thoughts and my ways are not your ways”, declares the Lord. (Is.55:8)
I trust in this Word from God. Even if it means not seeing the figs on the trees, fruit on the vines, or healing in my son. I still have faith that I will see it come to pass.
13 I remain confident of this:
I will see the goodness of the Lord
in the land of the living.
14 Wait for the Lord;
be strong and take heart
and wait for the Lord.