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(Psalm 147:3) “He heals the broken hearted and binds up their wounds."
Sorry, but somebody needs to hear this ... The Church service was filling rapidly, but we got a seat in the aisle to get a better view. A mother came in with her young daughter in a wheelchair (about 14/15 years of age). We introduced ourselves, and the daughter (who I later found out to be deaf) turned around at that point. I saw that she must have had a stroke or something in the recent past, as half of her face had fallen down on one side.
Something in me rose up at this terrible atrocity, and throughout the service, I was praying/ interceding/ begging GOD to do a Miracle. When it came to the healing service, the mother placed her head into her hands and asked me to wheel her daughter to the front for prayer – I came back totally deflated - nothing had changed…!
As I sat there sulking, the Lord gently said, “… if you’d listened to me, I would have told you that it’s not the daughter but the mother that needs me today!”
NB - I think you know how impetuous I am by now. At that word, I abruptly turned to Mother and told her what the Lord had said. She denied everything at first, but after a few moments of arguing her case, out came her story, “My daughter, who is the best thing that ever happened to me, is the product of my being raped as a young girl. She was perfectly normal until she suffered a stroke some months ago and ended up in this awful wheelchair.
“As for me? Well, I was abandoned as a child and with a lot of effort, I actually managed to find my birth mother recently. We went around and knocked on her door just a few weeks ago, and after I introduced myself, her words to me were (and I quote), “I thought I’d **** gotten rid of you years ago – get lost and take that **** cripple with you…!”
I’m not ashamed to say that both of us were crying at this point—me for forgiveness for my arrogance at jumping ahead of the Lord, and her…? Communion had just begun, and for the next few minutes, I begged her, cajoled her (even threatened to carry her over my shoulder if necessary), to come with me to the altar and receive! We were the last to get there and kneel. In fact, she sobbed so much on my shoulder that I thought my suit would never dry! The Lord met her magnificently there, and when she returned to her seat, her daughter commented (by signs and writing on her hand) that she was glowing!!!
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