Jesus heals and renews your youth

Celebrating feeling great in Vienna. Photo by Michael Blinci

 Bless the Lord, O my soul, And all that is within me, bless His holy name.Bless the Lord, O my soul, And forget none of His benefits;Who pardons all your iniquities, Who heals all your diseases;Who redeems your life from the pit, Who crowns you with lovingkindness and compassion; Who satisfies your years with good things, So that your youth is renewed like the eagle. Psalm 103: 1-5

Saturday, Keith and I returned to the hotel in Anaheim where I attended a fibromyalgia conference about six years ago. I was in so much pain because of the “hard bed” that Keith got in his car after work, drove a couple of hours and brought me my feather bed. The next morning, he got up and drove back to work. That was before the Lord healed me of fibromyalgia and chronic fatigue.
Saturday night, we slept there again, minus the feather bed, minus the pain.
Sunday morning, I participated in an aerobic flash mob dance at Angel Stadium.
What I have learned since that night I was healed, November 21, 2010, is that people are hungry to hear that our awesome God works in people’s lives today, that He  heals, that He works miracles, and more importantly, that He loves them and He paid the price, so that they could enjoy Him forever.
God works in our lives for a purpose. That purpose is to point people to Jesus, so that the world will see our good works and glorify Him.
Simon the Leper (obviously healed by Jesus) hosted Jesus in his home; the blind man told others that Jesus healed him, and Peter’s mother got up and served Jesus. All proofs that Jesus healed, that Jesus had compassion, and that He was able to work in their lives–for a purpose, for service.
My prayer for you:
May the Lord restore your youth as you actively wait on Him. May He renew your strength as you mount up on wings like eagles. May you walk and run and not grow weary. May you point others to Jesus as you revel in what He has done for you and is working in you for tomorrow. Praise the Lord!

From fibromyalgia pain to Scripture praise

From the cave of my darkened bedroom, I tried to picture a life freed from the pain of fibromyalgia, the agony of the long, sleepless nights, and the bombardment of sensory overload. But water fell in front of the images, so that I saw only distortions of what could be. During these times, I turned from myself to Scriptures. The Psalms especially spoke to me as David poured out his heart, his “Why,” his anger … and then his praise. I learned from David that there is hope … and praise … and healing.

Bless the LORD, O my soul,
And all that is within me, bless His holy name.
Bless the LORD, O my soul,
And forget none of His benefits;
Who pardons all my iniquities,
Who heals all my diseases;
Who redeems my life from the pit,
Who crowns me with lovingkindness and compassion;
Who satisfies my years with good things,
So that my youth is renewed like the eagle. Psalm 103:1-5

Surely my griefs [sickness] He Himself bore, And my sorrows [pains] He carried; Yet we ourselves esteemed Him stricken, Smitten [struck down] of God, and afflicted. But He was pierced through for my transgressions, He was crushed for my iniquities; The chastening for my well-being fell upon Him, And by His scourging I am healed. Isaiah 53:4-5

This was to fulfill what was spoken through Isaiah the prophet: “HE HIMSELF TOOK OUR INFIRMITIES AND CARRIED AWAY OUR DISEASES.” Matthew 8:17

Heal me, O LORD, and I will be healed; Save me and I will be saved, For You are my praise.  Jeremiah 17:14

My prayer for you

These Scriptures are my heart’s cry and my hope for you, a hope that is expecting miracles. May your health be restored; may your pain dissolve, and may you recognize the great and precious promises and blessings that our Great Creator and Healer has for you. Only believe. He is ABLE.

The Lord waits on you

Waipoi Valley in Hawaii

“So he got up and came to his father. But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and felt compassion for him, and ran and embraced him and kissed him.” Luke 15: 20

We know the story. The younger son asks the father to divide up his estate and give the younger son his portion … NOW! What if your child asked you to sell your estate and give him what he would get when you passed away? This father divides his estate and gives his son his inheritance.

The son leaves the family and goes off into a far country and squanders all the money and becomes destitute, eating the food that the pigs are eating.

Scripture says that he comes to himself and realizes that he would be better off in his father’s house as a servant. He decides to return to his father, ask for his forgiveness, and ask to be a servant in the household.

As he returns, his father sees him and runs to him, hugs him and kisses him. He was waiting for him to return.

That’s what happens in our lives. The Lord is always there, waiting for us to approach Him, to shoot up a prayer or say a quick “Thank you.”

He’s there in the middle of the night when we can’t sleep. He was there when I had fibromyalgia. Many nights were filled with pain, but those were some of the sweetest times, when I was truly alone, in the silence, in the dark, pouring out my heart to the Lord, reading the Psalms, and feeling His presence.

He is so patient as He waits on you. Our waiting on the Lord is for His perfect timing; it’s entering into His rest.

But the Lord is waiting on you to return to Him, to practice His presence, and in that sweet communion, He empowers you to live in the fullness of His promises, in the fullness of His healing.

Is the Lord waiting for you to return to Him?

A prayer for you

Oh patient Father, thank you for waiting on your children to return to You. Gracious Father, in the silence You are there; in the pain, You are there; in the darkness, You are there, and when we return to You, You run to us, embrace us, and kiss us. May these visitors be empowered to practice Your presence and walk in the fullness of Your promises and in the abundance of Your healing.