So last week was I was miserable in my low back. Felt like I'd fallen on my tailbone and/or lifted and twisted an 80 pound dog the wrong way--but I hadn't done any of that. Just couldn't walk more than a shuffle. Couldn't sit for 10 minutes without ice or heat on my back. Was taking ibuprofen like candy.
Getting out of bed was the worst. Nothing was helping for very long at a time.
By Saturday I was in tears while driving home from Joann's with quilting pins. I was under a deadline to get my quilt to Preeti, my friend who has a quilting blog and offered to quilt this for me.
Driving at 3:00 pm on a back road toward home, I began to sob and feel broken. I cried to God, "Oh, please, dear Father, heal me. Please! I know you love me so much. I know you hate to see your child in pain. I don't deserve mercy but I am asking you to fix what's wrong. Make me well. Take my pain. Please! Abba, Daddy, my Father, you can do it. I believe you can!"
Two hours later I was sitting with Preeti, showing her my quilt. We chatted and laughed and I learned more about her and her culture. I was happy.
More than that, I was free! Free of pain! I didn't realize until I got up and began driving that I was healed!
God did this for me! I had to tell it!