The Healing, The Angel, My Testimony

I was severely injured (as in last rites and funeral arrangements) in a car accident one bright Sunday morning about twenty years ago. All of the damages were to the right side of my body. I won’t subject you to every detail of all the broken or busted body parts, but I must share the story of my leg. For me, most of the first two days is a blur because I kept drifting in and out of consciousness. I was told by my Mom that my diagnosis kept changing. On the first day, I wasn’t going to make it because I’d lost too much blood. The second day, I would live but I’d probably lose my right leg. Then, it was maybe we can save the leg…

During two surgeries on the third day, totaling about 7 hours the surgical team, (God bless them all) did everything they could to save it. The final prognosis (I was awake and coherent for this one) was “we were able to save your leg, but, you will never be able to walk unassisted” – I’d always need crutches or a wheel chair. In addition I required at least a 30 day hospital stay, followed by months of physical therapy. On the fourth day I was moved from the ICU into a semi-private room with a really sweet elderly lady who liked to hum and read her bible.

The Healing

Unbeknownst to me at the time, two of my Aunts had been calling my mother daily, waiting for a chance to get in to see me so they could come and pray for me. Let me be clear: At that time I was not a practicing Christian and I really wasn’t in the mood for a whole lot of Jesus talk. I was in a lot of pain and cranky because I wanted a cigarette, so I was not happy about the prospect of seeing them. But they came anyway, and they were on a mission. After a couple minutes of exchanging pleasantries with my other visitors, they politely asked everyone to leave the room and started praying – quietly at first – but as they went on they got louder and louder and LOUDER. I expected (hoped) someone from the hospital staff would come in there and make them stop them. No one came, and they on kept praying and laying hands on my leg and speaking in tongues and binding this and loosening that in the name of Jesus. Finally, after what seemed like a long time they quieted down, it was over.

Then, just to prove God has a sense of humor, my roommate asked my Aunts to come and pray for her. 🙂

And these signs shall follow them that believe: In My name they will cast out demons; they will speak with new tongues, they will take up serpents, and if they drink anything deadly it will by no means hurt them, they will lay hands on the sick and they will recover. Mark 16:17-18

I left the hospital 6 days later.

The mid-thigh to ankle cast was removed after 8 weeks and I was given one of those green, spongey immobilizers to wrap around my skinny, pitiful looking leg. Without the hard cast to shield it, the ability to feel everything returned and brought with it a new round of pain. My leg was so sensitive, that even the cool breeze from a fan hurt.

The Angel

At that time, we had a mean, cantankerous black cat named Coco who disliked most people, myself included, but she developed a soft spot for me after the accident, so she began sleeping with me.  Every night for a few weeks, I was awakened by someone touching my leg. The touch was soft and feathery, but I couldn’t see anyone one. I knew the cat saw it because she always stared at the place where the angel was standing and purred. When the angel left, she’d go back to sleep. After a while I got frustrated at not being able to see the angel and tried to ignore it. Then one night she showed herself and it was amazing. Imagine a bolt of lightning against the night sky. Okay, now see that bolt in the shape of a person. If your imagination can stretch that far then you see my angel. A being of pure light in the distinct shape of a human. I believe she showed herself that night so that I could not dismiss her touch as some phenomenon in the healing process, nor would I ever allow anyone else to do so. She was an angel and I Saw her. That God cared so much He sent two faith filled, hard praying believers and an angel to minister to my leg while I was still a non-believer fills me with such gratitude and awe I can’t even begin to explain.

My Testimony

I started and shelved this post about four months ago, but I was inspired to finish it yesterday by Angie Kinsey @ http://www.anjikinzywhimzy.com who planted a seed when she asked “Do you believe in miracles?”  The question was further explored in her blog post, “Miracles and Moments”, where she wrote:

“I’ve had people tell me about miracles (big and small), angel encounters, and near-death experiences in private, but rarely in public. I’ve had some of them say to me, “You know, I don’t tell everybody this…”,  and I always wonder why. Are they just waiting for the right moment to share it with the right person?”

I can honestly say, I don’t know why I haven’t shared this illustration of God’s awesomeness, His angels, and the power of faith (even if it’s not yours) to heal. Perhaps I was waiting for the right person to write the post that would convict me for not publicly giving God the glory for my healing. Thank you, Ms Kinsey! I am pain free and walking just fine. I can’t run but who cares? I never ran before the accident. I’ve had several doctors over the years tell me I’m a “walking miracle”.

I’m inclined to agree with them.

Be Blessed!!