Confirmation

My shoulder hurts, a lot. Who knew that sleeping on your shoulder the wrong way could cause such lasting pain.  So I decided to see my Chiropractor/Sports Medicine Doctor but to no avail.  This is strange; as he can usually get results when others can't. The problem is that in two weeks I am to go home and visit my family.  And while home, I will be running in a Mudathlon. It's an obstacle course run through lots of mud.

Now, I am a big believer in the fact that God wants us well.  I know that he wants us healthy and well more than we ourselves do.  I also know that if we aren't receiving our healing; the fault most often lies with us; Jesus provided for everyone's healing, physical and emotional, on the cross.  However, we can be our own worst enemy at times and not even realize it.  So because I wasn't seeing any results I decided to break out the big guns and see if I couldn't gain some insight as to why I wasn't seeing any manifestation of my healing.

The Thursday before I was to travel home, I went to the healing rooms at our church.  It is an event that happens twice a month at which you can receive extended prayer for anything that ails you.  Now, because I know that when we as believers come together in prayer some amazing things can happen, I was fully expecting to see the manifestation of the healing which Jesus had already provided for on the cross.

As I walked into our church I was welcomed and asked to fill out a slip of paper on the reason I had come for prayer. I wrote down healing for my shoulder.  I was then asked to sit in the sanctuary and wait until it was my turn.  Not ten minutes later I was escorted back to one of the classrooms.

"A mighty warrior."

Upon entering the room I was greeted by the man and the woman who would be praying with me.  However, instead of asking me for what I needed prayer, they greeted me with amazement.  The woman declared that I was a mighty warrior. She told me that God had opened her eyes and she could see me; tall in stature.  She then looked up at where my true height was and her gaze was about a foot over my head.  The gentleman then stated that he too sensed a strong warrior presence emanating from me.

Over the next 3 days, my shoulder showed considerable improvement.  In fact that Saturday I was able to participate in the Mudathlon.  However, more important than my shoulder beginning to recover, was the word about who I was in the spirit.  This event confirmed what God had placed on my heart a few months earlier.  It was then that I began to see myself as God sees me.  I began to understand who I am.