i hurt.
so we prayed.
and asked for healing.
and begged for healing.
and it felt like nothing was happening.
11 days passed.
i still hurt.
and i kept trying so hard to believe healing was coming.

but somewhere deep down a little voice told me it wasn't. a voice told me that it would have come by now, each day in pain with no relief meant no healing was coming. i stood in the shower and let the cold water run down my face, and thought in the darkness....'maybe he doesn't want to heal me, maybe i am not good enough to be healed, maybe this pain of mine is not significant enough to the God of the universe to heal...' and i went to bed in that darkness.

today i went to the doctor.
and i talked about the hurt and i talked about the progess
and i choked back tears as the doctor said very simply...

"oh that's good, that means it is healing..."

i was healing all along.
He was healing me.
i think sometimes we just need a reminder that just because it is not happening in our time, does not mean it is not happening.
i was being healed.
i am being healed.
healing comes.......