Healing, God of Wonders

Healing

 

While my wife was in  Harris Methodist Trauma (Comatose just as most of the patients in Trauma were)

Those days had begun as the longest days of my life.

 

I did not know God would take me from a somewhat reserved man to a prayer warrior unafraid to grab any stranger's hand God led me toward. That was the strange part, God would tell me someone was hurting and longing for someone to come, yet they often appeared just the opposite, uninviting and miserable and wanting to be left alone. God would send me and say go ! And so I would go and each time it became easier to sense what He was telling me. What a special time to be involved in seeing God lead the hurting to Himself.

 

I prayed with strangers all over that hospital campus, never knowing when God would point me to a hurting family, wife, husband or child who had been told the worst concerning their loved ones.

 

On one occasion, I was called to a particular room in trauma by a lady whose son had been given a very bad report. They had given the lowest probability of living they really could.

 

I remember the Holy Spirit being all over me as I scrubbed my hands just inside the secure doors I had entered so many times in those long days that turned to long nights and again to long days waiting asking and fellowshipping with God.

 

I remember quietly entering the room and gently easing in beside a tearful mom who held her comatose son's hand. I whispered I had received her message and I come to pray as she requested.

 

I opened my mouth to pray and just as before The Holy Spirit was so strong, I faltered for a moment and then the word "Father" fell from my lips, just as the whisper softly fell. My knees buckled and my face fell to tiled floor.

 

Suddenly it was very obvious God Himself had entered the room and had taken over. I remember as I trembled in  His presence not out of fear but because I knew He was there and I could feel His healing coming over the young man.  I knew then, of all the people I had prayed with and all the hands I had held. All of the tears on my sleeve and all of the lives which had intertwined with mine, were nothing to do with me. It was all about the Father drawing them to Himself for the Living Water He had for them. I was a vessel, just as many, I would be tossed about on stormy seas, if not for Him. Why would He have chosen me for this time though? Why would he allow a simple man to witness His priceless miracles? It sounds odd but there were days I did not know if my  mind could witness seeing another miracle, or to be so enthralled in a stranger's life. Many times I have thought I had the answer. The clearest and most predominant however is the realization that I saw so little of the power of God but utterly Miraculous unbelievably awesome occurrences. I saw just a taste of what Jesus saw on the cross as He died for us. Because of Him we are able to reach out and touch a hand with His healing power and know He is right by our side to bring the Heart home.

 

For what seemed like an hour, I stayed there paralyzed in the movements of the Father as He went about His healing.

 

Moments like these were multiple in those days and my narratives have never been what they should but my Father simply used a Vessel,  such as me to introduce His intentions to many. I was simply that, a vessel, but I know I was a vessel only because I know Him.

 

The next day the Doctors were seeing very remarkable indications of life returning to this young man. In another week they were able to bring him out of his coma. I was able to visit with him and his mom as she cried happily.

 

I cherish those days and my heart dances for joy as I recount the hour

and days which are jam-packed and filled with God in his own time moving and healing in a special time of showing Himself to so many who will forever speak of the God of Healing, Mercy and Grace......

 

Do we take every opportunity?.....if He sends it.....we should.......

 

 

Michael Basham