When I was 19-years-old, a Methodist minister visited me in the hospital and gave me this verse; it became my life’s verse. I held onto that promise, and God always renewed my strength. He was always there for me and my family.
I waited on the Lord … for answers … for healing … for wisdom. I learned to see the blessings in the waiting. Without the fibromyalgia, I would not have had the demonstration of my husband’s great love as he selflessly cared for me.
In 2008, the Lord impressed upon Keith and me that He was going to heal me. We both pressed into the Lord, read all the healing scriptures, prayed, and read books on healing. Two years went by as we waited on the Lord, trusting that He would renew my strength.
Yet, I got worse, and my doctor put me on a reduced work schedule.
On November 21, 2010 I mentioned to Keith, “There’s that healing service tonight. Want to go?” “Sure.” No further discussion.
That night, after people we knew were healed, the pastor called for those in chronic pain. Keith grabbed my arm and led me to the front. We prayed; the pastor laid hands on me, and I was healed! Peace. No pain.
The next day, I told my physician. He asked me about the service and the other people who were healed—one person’s cataracts were healed (she was scheduled for surgery that Tuesday), and another person’s deafness was healed—people we knew who attended church with us. He said, “This could be good. What do you want to do?”
I returned to work and began reducing my medications under my doctor’s advice. He has confirmed this as a miraculous healing.
Indeed, we waited on the Lord’s perfect timing, and He healed; He renewed my strength, and He gave Keith and me a much deeper relationship with Him.
Whatever your wait involves, rest in Him for He is faithful to complete it, and He will renew your strength.
May the Lord richly bless you and your family.