This past October, my family was at a retreat, and one of my friends sang special music with her family. Their song really stuck in my head, because the first line of the chorus was "Bow the knee". Since May 26, I haven't been able to bow my knee, although my family has been praying for healing almost constantly.
On May 26 I tripped on the basement stairs, and injured my knee, but it didn't seem to serious...then. One week later, my right knee was swelling like a balloon, and I was in terrible pain. Mama took me to the emergency room, and the doctor there said, "I don't know what is wrong with this knee. Let's get an MRI."
So off to the MRI trailer we went. Two weeks after the MRI, we went to see a general practitioner, because the orthopedic doctor refused to see us. The GP said, "There is nothing wrong with this knee! This MRI is perfect!"
But my knee was not perfect. There was still swelling, and the pain was almost unbelievable. To make a very long and drawn-out story much more condensed, we have seen 11 doctors since then, and they all have said, "This is a perfect knee!"
So, my knee is still swollen, and the pain is a constant 7.5 out of 10, but God has kept me the whole time. Every night, when we have family worship, someone always asks for healing. At evening prayers with my mother, she asks for a solution to whatever is wrong in there.
And all this time, God keeps reminding me that "There hath no temptation taken you but such as is common to man. But God is faithful, who will not suffer you to be tempeted above that ye are able. BUt will with that temptaion also make a way to escape, that ye may be able to bear it." 1 Corinthians 10:13