One of the most powerful weapons you have against the devil is a good memory.
If he did it before, he'll do it again.
I Didn't See It Coming
It's September 2008, and I'm sitting in the darkness of an underground garage on my cell trying to explain the diagnosis I just received to a husband who told me less than a week ago he wanted a divorce.
The doctor called it "scleroderma". I could barely understand it myself, but the tests didn't lie.
The presence of antibodies was prevalent enough thought the condition have to be present, but my symptoms didn't correspond to the condition. My rheumatologist was baffled. I can still hear his words:
"You're too healthy for this."
"I would rather tell a patient they had cancer than scleroderma."
Tens of thousands of dollars spent. Dozens of specialists. A divorce on the horizon. And now, this. A condition that couldn't be identified on one hand, and a diagnosis that didn't make sense on the other. I didn't see this coming. I asked God, "
What am I supposed to do with this?"
For years, I had been able to hide my suffering behind what felt like multiple thorns in my side except for in one area - the discoloration of my face. I wanted to suffer in seclusion, but my skin wouldn't let me. It was a thing where people knew something was wrong, but couldn't put their finger on it.
"Are you okay?"
Happy or sad, joyful or mad, these words stalked me daily.
Blood on the Page
All of this was happening simultaneously as my responsibilities in ministry grew. The count of my tears did, too. My only escape, my only solace, only peace during those dark years was God, a pen, and some paper. This was the beginning of my blood on the page.
Years had passed and (praise God) no new scleroderma symptoms presented. Even my skin began to clear, but I knew I needed to get checked just in case. The doctor came back in the room with my results seemingly angry. In my flesh I was thinking, "Why you mad? I'm the one with scleroderma!"
The results were in. There was no sign of scleroderma.
"We know something was present because you had the antibodies, but you don't have anything now."
I was so overwhelmed by the madness of the journey, it took time for me to realize the truth.
I was healed.
Two weeks ago, I was reminded of this glimpse of glory while sitting in the office of an eye specialist checking to see if my optic neuropathy (another obscure diagnosis) had progressed.
There was no progression. No sign of it at all despite previous test results. The healing prayers of the Bishop Prelate during my licensing were answered.
I was healed.
Testimony is Part of the Journey
How do I know I'm going all the way? Jesus has given me a story to tell to people like you on my journey. Our transparency is a platform for others to discover God, to expose Heaven, and to equip the world.
This moment... these words.... are a part of my blood on the page.
How and when will you share yours?
Are you and your Jesus going all the way?
What glory story are you holding back as you take the road less traveled?
I know it for myself. If he did it before, he'll do it again.
Don't just think of his goodness to you. Share it. This is what you do with what life and God gives you. Give others a glimpse of the God Working in You. I have my stories. What's yours?
One of the most powerful weapons against the devil is a good memory. The other is a heart that is willing to share.
Do you remember the time?
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