I'm at the checkout with my
newly prescribed meds for my nausea. I want little more than to get in
my car, drive my happy butt home, and go to bed.
The woman there decides that while I'm writing out the check she should keep busy and wash her station which is off to my right. Spruurtspruurtspruurtcrinklecrinklecrinkle She moves her hand in short, circular motions.
"Ma'am, my name is MJ and I have an inner ear condition which makes me very dizzy. Would you mind stopping that just long enough for me to write me check?"
"Oh, absolutely."
She watched me closely then asked me, "Which ear?"
I just knew what was coming.
"May I", she asked as she reached out to place her hand on my left ear.
And before I knew it, this complete stranger was praying me healed. She never said anything out loud...she just did it. I appreciated the gesture and eventually placed my hand on hers.
"Thank-you."
"Do you believe yourself healed?"
"If by healed you mean I'm no longer dizzy, then no."
"Do you feel anything?"
"Yes...I do. I feel not alone, and cherished by a sister in Christ. Thank you for the blessing - it is a form of healing."
I don't say this lightly as, of late, I've been feeling a little peevish towards a large portion of those who call themselves 'Christian' but who display the very worst behaviors - not to mention that in a world where we're so 'trained' to flinch from a hand offered in friendship....or healing... Or a world where we're conditioned to mind our own P's and Q's...how could I not consider myself to to have been healed to some degree.
I smiled through the nausea and counted myself blessed.
The woman there decides that while I'm writing out the check she should keep busy and wash her station which is off to my right. Spruurtspruurtspruurtcrinklecrinklecrinkle She moves her hand in short, circular motions.
"Ma'am, my name is MJ and I have an inner ear condition which makes me very dizzy. Would you mind stopping that just long enough for me to write me check?"
"Oh, absolutely."
She watched me closely then asked me, "Which ear?"
I just knew what was coming.
"May I", she asked as she reached out to place her hand on my left ear.
And before I knew it, this complete stranger was praying me healed. She never said anything out loud...she just did it. I appreciated the gesture and eventually placed my hand on hers.
"Thank-you."
"Do you believe yourself healed?"
"If by healed you mean I'm no longer dizzy, then no."
"Do you feel anything?"
"Yes...I do. I feel not alone, and cherished by a sister in Christ. Thank you for the blessing - it is a form of healing."
I don't say this lightly as, of late, I've been feeling a little peevish towards a large portion of those who call themselves 'Christian' but who display the very worst behaviors - not to mention that in a world where we're so 'trained' to flinch from a hand offered in friendship....or healing... Or a world where we're conditioned to mind our own P's and Q's...how could I not consider myself to to have been healed to some degree.
I smiled through the nausea and counted myself blessed.
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