The Path to Healing

My current view from my bedroom are my sheer curtains waving back and forth as the soft breeze hits them from the window.  I can hear the cars, birds chirping, people walking and dogs barking.  Life as we know it.  How I enjoy the opportunity to stop and just be.  To lay here in bed and just let His thoughts enter mine.  Let His words speak to mine.  And it’s not parking my mind on Him but actually letting my thoughts move to the rhythm of His heart through His word.  I read reminders like: fan into flame the gift of God, He gave me a spirit of power, love and self-discipline, I am not ashamed because I know whom I have believed (II Timothy 1:6,7,12).  These words are my life line, my strength.  

I woke up this morning to a 6am alarm - an early one for the summer.  I was expected at the surgery and procedure center at 7am.  Today would be one of those days that would not go like any other day this summer.  I would need to rest and rest some more after coming home.  Our daily summer routine would be broken but my dad would come to the rescue to get the girls to summer camp and back.  My husband would take care of me.  

On this long journey to what I had seen as healing, I have had to endure some painful and long nights and today an invasive procedure. Today the goal is to find out the cause of the sudden nightly spells of nausea.  But will the results show the cause?  Or will they just contribute to the unknown diagnosis?  It’s like an unsolvable puzzle.  You have all these pieces of information but they don’t fit quite as perfectly as you’d like.  In fact, they don’t fit together at all.  It’s more like pieces from other puzzles got mixed into the wrong box.  

But then I read these reminders, His soft whispers, that tell me I believe in God almighty who has given me a brave spirit and who tells me to fan into flame these amazing gifts, HIs amazing grace.  Because despite the fact that I have not seen complete healing these past years, I have seen amazing grace.  I have seen it in so many forms, shapes and sizes.  I see it from my family who on a moment’s notice changes their schedule to be here for me and my family.  I see it in my husband who lives out those vows he made almost 15 years ago to love me through sickness and health.  I see it in my girls who run in from camp to check in on me and make sure the house is quiet so mami can sleep.  I see it in my friends who text and call and more importantly, pray for me.  I see it in the nurse whose soft hands prepare me for the procedure. And I see it in my heavenly Father who gives me peace that surpasses all understanding moments before being taken in and all the way through.  

You don’t open yourself up to seeing His amazing grace until you’re able to stop and just be.  Be in the moment, taking it all in.  Letting His peace and His joy take over your doubt, worry, anxiety, health, finances, conflicts, all life issues.  I pray and hope that each of you are able to stop this weekend and just be.  Oh that He would whisper into your heart and remind you of His many promises.  Open His word and let yourself take it all in.
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Holding on to Him with every breath,
Damaris Avila