Today I’m sharing a funny, strange healing that happened to me a couple years ago.

It started with my husband getting the stomach flu.  It was awful. For one full day he threw-up and the next two days he was in bed wiped out.  We prayed and prayed for him and nothing happened.  It was a terrible experience and my heart broke to watch.

Then two days after my husband was healthy again, I was hit.  It came on like a ton of bricks and knocked me onto the bed holding my stomach, rocking back and forth in terrible pain.

Between waves of pain, I praised Jesus and said how much I loved him and trusted him. This seemed to keep it from progressing enough that I wasn’t throwing up, but still felt like it would happen any moment.  For an hour I rocked back and forth holding my stomach in terrible pain.  I was getting worn down.  “Jesus, what is the key?  What should I do?” I pleaded.

Immediately I saw, in my mind’s eye, a blob demon like one from the movie “Ghost buster’s”, and I heard “Tell him to get off or you’re going to pin Jesus-stickers all over him and use him for free advertising.”

It was such a ridiculous sight that I chuckled briefly between waves of pain. And blew it off as a silly thought.  Then it occurred to me that this might have been my answer, and I should do it, regardless of how goofy it seemed.

So I said it out loud, rather halfheartedly, “If you don’t get off me, I’m going to pin Jesus-stickers all over you and use you for free advertising”.  I wasn’t chuckling.  I was still holding my stomach, rocking back and forth in pain and the words were barely more than a whisper.

Within 5 seconds, the pain stopped.  I stopped rocking back and forth and sat quietly waiting for the next wave of pain.  It didn’t come.

I stroked my stomach.  Nothing hurt.  I waited and didn’t move from the bed.  For five minutes I waited and made little pokes to my stomach looking for the pain.  It was gone.

I stood up and stretched and rubbed my stomach again.  It was still gone.  I walked around the bed.  Then I hurried out to the sun room and excitedly shared my healing with my husband who had been in the bedroom a couple times to check on me.

Why hadn’t he gotten healed?  We had prayed in the standard way and it hadn’t worked. Well, I believe sometimes Father wants to do something specific and unique – something outside our standard formula.  Intimacy with Him is the only way we’re going to discover that.

Sometimes He wants to know if we have the courage to step outside our box with Him.

Thank you, Father, for loving us so much!