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I know I haven’t posted here in a long while. And no, I don’t
plan on coming back. There’s only one person I know and like who ever reads
these any more. But it’s still a vehicle to tell my story.
This is something that happened not a long time ago,
probably the week before Thanksgiving or so. You can choose to believe it or
not, but know that I wouldn’t have the guts to tell something like this
publicly if it wasn’t true. I should have been shouting it from every rooftop
the moment I knew it actually worked, but was too afraid people wouldn’t
believe me and think I was an idiot. Now I know God wants me to tell everyone.
I guess it’s my first foray into preaching, heh... (And now because I used the
word "preach" about half of you will tune me out. But come on, have any of you
ever known me to get all extremist "You’re all sinning and going to hell!" on
you? O.o Please give me that much credit.)
My friend Cat had been having horrible migraines since...I can’t
remember when. For several months now. Her doctors didn’t know what was wrong,
and the only meds that helped were prescription barbituates that wouldn’t
actually make the pain stop, but make her so strung out she didn’t
care. They’d take at least 2 days to filter out of her
system, and with these migraines happening 2 or 3 times a week she’d regularly
be hopped up on 2 or 3 doses at once. The extent of our hanging out (when I
actually had the time) quickly became sitting on the bed, playing a quiet video
game, or watching her fall asleep at the dinner table. After a while I began to
remember how energetic she had been 2 years ago, how crazy and partially evil,
uh...I mean...mischievous, and great. It was painful for me to
know she didn’t have the energy to do the things she liked any more, and I knew
it was painful for her girlfriend Cait as well, even if she didn’t show it.
I was in bed one night thinking about this horrible
predicament and found myself praying to God saying "If there’s one person I’d
like to heal, it would be her." I believed it in all my heart, because I really
love these guys. They’re like family to me. Hell, Cat, Cait, and I jokingly
call ourselves "The Trinity" because for the first 2 years of college we were
practically inseparable. (Darn you, physics! DX)
I couldn’t be more surprised when I felt a response back. "Lay
hands on her, and she will be healed," He said. Like something out of the early
New Testament or something, haha. Stuff like that doesn’t happen anymore,
right? But it was so comforting and just as real as my conviction moments
before, and so I believed it. I began crying and thanking Him giddily.
But for 2 days I didn’t go through with it. Why? I thought
they would think I was crazy. And what if it didn’t work? I knew I had to
believe it would, or nothing would happen. There can’t be a speck of
doubt, I thought, and by now I certainly was doubting. So it’s a good
thing my music player set to random played a religious song on the 2nd
night, or I may have continued doing nothing. It was God’s way of reminding me
about my promise. I knew I had to go through with it, or I would never know if
I could have helped. And guilt is by far my strongest emotion, haha. So I
turned off my music and knelt in front of my bed, pleading for God to give me
the strength to go through with this. I knew Cat and Cait had gone to bed
already, but if this actually worked I didn’t think they’d mind the
disturbance.
So I took a deep breath and plodded down the hall. It took a
minute for Cait to open the door, and sure enough it was dark inside. "Can I
come in?" I asked. She agreed, turned on the light, and I closed the door behind
me. "This is gonna look crazy," I laughed slightly, trying to keep the tears
back for now. Cat sat up in bed, and I told her to take her glasses off as I
climbed up there with her. I had scripted this scenario over and over in my
head the last couple nights, so at least I already knew what to do. ^_^; I
reared up as tall as I could get on my knees, put my hands on her head and
closed my eyes. I declared in as dramatic and realistic a voice as I could, "(insert
Cat’s full name here), Be Healed." Of course I didn’t feel anything, so I added
a, "Damnit, be healed," for good measure. And that was it. I plopped back down
and told Cait and Cat about my praying and God’s response. Of course I began to
cry, but I didn’t care at that point.
And then Cait did something I never thought she would do.
She put her forehead on mine and hugged me. "You’re an amazing person," she
said. That I would follow my convictions so strongly, it was something she had
never known anyone else to do. Cat thanked me, and we all hugged. And then I
went back to bed. ^_^;
And to this date, Cat has never had another migraine. I
believe God worked a miracle through me that night, and I’m deeply honored. I
sin in ways I have only told one other person in this world, and still He
allowed me to do that. I’m still trying to become worthy of that act.
Miracles DO still happen, people.
Big-time miracles. Cat, Cait, and I are proof of that. So when you look at the
crumbling world of today and think yourself powerless, know that if you
believe, you can move mountains.
(Well damn, that last line sounds just like a cheesy Optimus
Prime speech. There goes my seriousness... XD )
Cat and Cait gave me permission to use their names in this
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That rocks, and thank you for that wonderful retelling.
