My little boy, Elijah, had a low fever, a cough and congestion in his chest. One Wednesday evening my husband, Mark and I, said a prayer for him, he still seemed sick. Hours later, we said another prayer for him, He still seemed sick. Elijah would wake up off and on during the night, crying. I would pray, “Jesus help him!” I know that Jesus died on the cross so that Elijah could be healed, and I know that Jesus is faithful, so I also asked for the forgiveness of my sins. But in the morning, Elijah was still sick.
I started to wonder why sometimes we get healings and sometimes we don’t. I could picture healing like the bottle of medicine that I have, sitting by my bed. I bought it, and it’s here in the house. I can use it when I want to, I don’t have to beg anyone to use it. I don’t have to ask anyone to use it, it’s already mine. I don’t have to go out and buy it again, it’s here for me to use, I just have to pick it up and use it. I know that healing is the same, it’s here for me to use, but how do I pick it up and use it?
I have heard that the words in the Bible are powerful. Not just what they say, the actual words; the truth. They are Jesus and His power. So I took Elijah and put him in his swing. I got my promise book and I looked up sickness. I read to him and I imagined the words going into his ears. I imagined that the words were Jesus, and Jesus was in his body, now healing him. While I was doing this, something happened.
Our pastor recently asked, “have you ever had one of those revelations where you say, ‘Jesus loves me!’ and the person you are talking to says, ‘Yeah, I know’ and you say ‘no you don’t understand, Jesus loves me!” I heard that was called, “quickening to your spirit.” Made alive in your heart. Not just a bunch of words anymore; it’s alive in you. That is what happened to me, “By his stripes we were healed” came alive for me; it meant a lot more.
My friend, Loretta, told me that she used to feel bad asking God to heal her headaches; like it was a selfish thing. But now she prays all the time for her head to feel better. She jokingly said that she even lays hands on herself.
Isaiah 53: 5 says, “But He was wounded for our transgressions; He was bruised for our iniquities, the chastisement of our peace was upon Him and with his stripes we are healed.”
When I read this, I thought of how I might feel if I worked for a month, or even a week to buy something special for one of my kids, and I did this because I loved him, and this gift would make his life easier. Even if I worked hard, I would feel like it was worth it, if it helped him. And if he took the gift said, “Thanks,” and threw it in the corner, with no understanding of what I went through to get this, I would feel hurt. If I had to watch him suffer even though he had something that would help him, it would be painful for me. I might wonder why I went to all of the trouble.
I know I would feel this way about a little work, a little money, What does Jesus think? He is God, He made Himself a body, came down to Earth, let the people that He loved, and did this for, whip Him, hate and kill Him, so that He could give us something special, and what do I do? I say, “Oh thanks,” and I throw His gift in the corner.
I wish I could say that Elijah immediately felt 100% better after I had my quickening, but he still seemed sick. I am committed to finding out all I can about how to use what God has given me.
I took Elijah’s temperature about two hours after all of this took place and it was normal and he did seem better.