"Precept must be upon precept, precept upon precept, line upon line, line upon line, here a little and there a little." Isaiah 28:10
"Precept must be upon precept, precept upon precept, line upon line, line upon line, here a little and there a little." Isaiah 28:10
Exactly a year ago an old hip problem got so bad I let myself believe an operation might solve my problem. I had not been able to sleep for the constant pain, and I had been limping and unable to dance or run for a long time.
Everything was set in motion and the date set for August 19. I had to sign a hundred forms about all medical histories and assure all doctors involved that I knew what they were about to do was a dangerous thing and nobody could guarantee the outcome, so they were not to be held liable.
I prayed earnestly all the time, and also recruited a friend to pray with and for me. She urged me to speak to a practitioner, which I postponed many times. I had gone to Florida to have the procedure done because we knew an excellent physiotherapist there. We rented a recliner and bought all the paraphernalia necessary for a month's recuperation.
One local practitioner told me she would work for me if I cancelled the operation, which I wasn’t ready to do. Then three days before the date I called a practitioner in Boston who prayed with and for me. My friend also wrote long letters to me, encouraging me to hold on to the truth.
Finally, the day of the operation drew near. The doctor I had chosen was booked out months in advance, but thanks to the physiotherapist had moved "heaven and earth" to slot me in at 6:30 in the morning. On the day before the operation I was doing my daily physical preparations, when I was left alone for a while. Truth flooded into my consciousness, and I heard clearly, "So you want to take a knife to fix Spirit?"
All of a sudden I was able to do all the movements I had not been able to do for two and a half years. I twisted the legs, stepped on my left side and hopped on the left leg, and showed off my healing! The physiotherapist told my husband to take me down to the beach and let me walk in the sand for half an hour. "Then she'll be back asking for the operation," the therapist assured my husband, who wanted the problem solved once and for all.
On the beach, I "leaped like an hart", I ran up and down stairs, twisted and jumped, and my husband filmed a few movements. An hour later, happy and hot, we came back and showed the videos to the physio. She could not believe it. Then she sent the videos off to the surgeon, who said, "I am mad at you, but I'm also happy for you." So we returned what we could and left behind what we couldn't and left Florida, immensely grateful and happy.