Getting Well Series – Can I Trust God to Heal Me?

When we’ve been hurt, how do we trust God to heal us? 

Hawaiian gecko in a shop
Hawaiian gecko in a shop

I think one of the hardest things about getting well is being afraid to trust God with our healing. I mean, after all, if God made the universe and sees everything that goes on then where was he when I was being hurt? Why didn’t he intervene? How can I fully trust that he wants to help me, not hurt me?

If we don’t understand God’s love for us, it can be hard to follow him.

We don’t trust someone we don’t know, so unless we know God we’re probably not ready to jump into anything he offers us. But how do we get to know him and his trustworthiness? The Bible says that “we love because He first loved us.” (I John 4:19) God wants us to follow him out of our love for him, but we won’t learn to love him unless we obey him.

It seems like a Catch-22 doesn’t it?

According to I John 4:18, we will no longer be afraid of God when we learn that he loves us and wants our best. We can see God in all of creation around us: in a newborn baby, the sparkle of sunlight like diamonds on the ocean, or the way our young son slips his small hand into ours. When a friend hugs us or we experience something that thrills the deepest part of us, God is displaying his love for us.

Sunset on the Kona Coast of Hawaii
Sunset on the Kona Coast of Hawaii

But God shows his love in another way too.

The best way to understand the depth of his love is to experience his faithfulness. When God instructs us (you know that little nudge to do or say something?), and we take a step in faith to follow, and God comes through in that situation, we see that he is faithful. The more we step out in faith, and see him miraculously meet us in each situation, the more we will understand his love for us. Then it’s easier to love him in return.

I know this from experience!

At a time when I was going through an awful divorce, I felt God urging me to relocate. I was trying to start over in my life with my three youngest teenaged children. Through a series of events, God directed me to move. But there were so many obstacles! I had a house lease, a teaching contract, a scholarship given to my oldest daughter for a local college, no money, no job in the new location and no place to live. Crazy, right? Regardless of all those reasons not to move, after praying and getting advice, I felt God was telling me to go and trust him to take care of everything.

And he did!

As soon as I told him I was willing to go, things began to fall into place. New friends offered to let us live with them until we found a house. My landlord called to say they had someone who wanted to rent our place should we ever want to move out. With only a simple inquiry, the scholarship board agreed to allow my daughter to use the scholarship at a different school even though the rules designated it for the local college. The principal at my school told me they would gladly release me from my contract even though they hated to see me go. And, they blessed me with a financial gift large enough to cover my moving expenses. Then, two days before we left, as we were packing the truck, a school I wanted to work at called to ask if I would be interested in interviewing for a temporary long term substitute teaching position. Needless to say, the domino circumstances amazed us, and I fell more in love with the God who was orchestrating it all.

That didn’t mean it was easy.

Even with all those incredible situations, the move was challenging and frightening. It’s not like God made the way completely smooth with no difficulties. But he kept coming through over and over, and I learned to lean on him and trust him as he took care of us. With each step it was easier to take the next one, and I was being healed in the process.

All of this starts by trusting what he’s already done for us.

He took the first step of showing his love for us when he went to the cross. As we accept what he did, we can trust him a little at a time. Jesus tells us that if we have faith even as little as a mustard seed (which, in case you’ve never seen one, is very small) we could move mountains. Wow! Mountains moved by us having only a mustard seed worth of faith in God’s power. God loves us so much he is willing to give us greatness in exchange for something that seems so insignificant.

God certainly has moved some mountains for me. His desire is to do the same for everyone and anyone who calls on him. Let the healing begin.

How have you experienced God’s faithfulness? Was it hard to learn to trust him?

Worth the Struggle

Life is hard.

In fact, the first three years of married life could easily be classified as one of the most difficult seasons of both our lives.

Our “honeymoon” phase ended during our actual honeymoon when both of our pasts reared their ugly heads into our current business. Then we came home to the needs of three displaced children, and a house full of unseen mold which caused severe illness for us. I ended up spending almost the entire first year in bed unable to accomplish even the simplest of tasks.

But, I classify difficulties of life it into three distinct types: good-hard, bad-hard and just plain hard. Let me clarify. Death, divorce (which for all practical and emotional purposes is death), sickness and loss of anything significant is sorrowfully difficult. Not that good can’t come out of them, but the pain we suffer during those times is awful at best and excruciating most of the time. Those situations are bad-hard.

Then there’s daily life which can be demanding. The end of the day after challenging work deals on three phones at once; children vomiting on the way to school; juggling the laundry, dishes, what-to-have-for-dinner-tonight; and four hours of kids’ homework that is only explained partially in the textbook? Exhausting and just plain hard, right?

Finally, we experience the worth-the-struggle kind of hard – or good-hard.

Ever been on a hike and you’re just about fifty feet from the top of the vista point? No view is visible yet, so you take it on faith that what you’ve anticipated based on your rock-climbing, mountain-hiking friend’s description will be as spectacular as they have asserted it will be. The rocky trail rolls out from under your feet with every other step reminding you that one careless placement of your boot clad foot could send you sprawling on your face or to your death if the worst case presented itself.

Your legs burn with the strain; sweat trickles down your back and marks every bare area of your body and face with wet, dust trails. You wonder how many more steps it will take to get to the top and want to scream, “Are we THERE yet?” You start counting the steps to keep your mind off the pain. When did thirty get to be such a big number? Twenty more, ten more; then just two more and you gasp…

The splendor of a majestic scene spreads out before you.

Sunlight glistens like diamonds on the ocean as waves roll across the crescent shaped shore. A waterfall parachutes down the verdant cliff in the distance. You take in the view, savoring it as a good meal and drinking in the beauty as fine wine. Nothing about those last thirty grueling steps is remembered in that moment. And in that instant, it all became worth every painfully exerted step. That is good-hard.

These first few years have been good-hard. The way God brought Brendan and I together online was miraculous, and the challenging years we’ve faced so far have been as well. I believe God is still all about raising the dead kind of miracles, but the kind I’m talking about here are the everyday things that really don’t make sense, and shouldn’t happen, but they do anyway. Some people call them coincidence, but these “God things” are really just too coincidental and leave us marveling in a perplexed kind of awe.

That is what fairy tales are made of, and what our story is all about.

So what’s your miracle? How has something been good-hard for you?