Miracle of Healing

“God, how do I share this story of experiencing Your healing in my body with other people?”

He told me: unashamedly, with Thanksgiving. 

In humility, giving all glory to Him. &

Proclaiming it from the mountaintops!

It’s honestly kind of hard for me to write this blog because I don’t even know how to begin to explain this miracle of healing that has taken place in my body. All I can say is that before God started walking me through this process of healing, I couldn’t eat wheat because it made me sick. I walked in a lot of insecurities about my body. And I was holding on to a lot of anger towards God for being sick and experiencing so much pain. Now I can eat wheat and I am completely okay. No stomach pain. No sickness. I am learning to love and be thankful for the healthy body I have been given. I now see how God was working all that pain for my good and how He was with me through it all, feeling things as I felt them. 

I am healed. 

I’m learning what it means to walk this emotional, spiritual and physical gift of healing out. I’m also having to learn how to handle the doubt when it comes. 

Even when we see miracles happen in front of our eyes, it’s easy for us to still have doubts. It’s part of our human nature to want to put everything in a logical little box. That’s the thing though. God is neither logical nor fits in the box we all try to put Him in. He is SO much bigger than that. 

The key to deeper intimacy with the Father is to let Him always be God and do what He does best; being the absolutely mind blowing Father that He is. I shouldn’t try and contain Him in my life and let Him only be in the parts that I want Him in or when I want Him. I’ve learned that I should always stand in awe and wonder of Him and at His great works. Instead of having doubt that God did what I can physically see and feel in my body, I should stand in complete faith that God was the One who healed me and turn my doubts and questioning into reverence; awe and wonder at what He has done. 

Every time I eat wheat, it should be a reminder of the faithfulness and goodness the Lord has shown me. It should be a reminder of the story that He has given me to boldly share with others. Accepting this healing of my body means laying down all fears. I know that there will be many times in my life when people just won’t believe me. I know that there will be doubts and questions and comments. There will be persecution. Even still. God has given me this story and all glory should be given back to Him by sharing it. I am a living testament to God’s healing. What was once part of my way of life has now been taken away. The only thing that remains is the story of it all. 

I’m praising God that He has given me this opportunity to be a vessel and share His goodness through this story He has given me. I’m thankful that He didn’t heal me in an instant but that He walked me through a journey and that He is always faithful to His promises and has completely healed me. I’m thankful that He walked me through seasons of pain so that I could witness His goodness. 

So here I am proclaiming that I’m healed! Is it crazy? Yes. Does it make logical sense? No. But that’s okay. God is so much bigger than logic and what our minds can comprehend. I’m learning to be okay with that. I wouldn’t want to have all the answers anyways. I just trust that God’s ways are always so much better than my own. 

-Elena