I had an appointment with my doctor yesterday, to assess various reports following tests on my body after my recent serious illness — 13 pages in all. The word “normal” came up a number of times, but “no” [this, that or whatever other issue or problem] is on most pages. Blood pressure: Good. Cholesterol: Good. A few mild things that needed no attention. Overall, really good — Praise the Lord!
It’s now three weeks to my 85th Birthday, so I see my healing as an early present from the Lord. But wait! There’s a story behind it.
Last Sunday, I walked down to the morning meeting with Lorraine, feeling a bit worn after one week of intense illness, and a second week without any desire whatever for food. After praise and worship, during which I remained seated, and after being prayed for by our pastor and the congregation, I felt that I should walk back up to our house and rest, which I did a bit shakily by myself.
I had been seated alone in our family room for 20plus minutes and was thinking about getting a cold drink from the ‘fridge, when I heard a few quiet taps on the front door. I opened it to find two young children, a girl and a boy, both aged under ten years by my reckoning. When I asked what I could do for them, they smiled and informed me they were selling homemade lemonade. “Where is it?” I asked. “At home” they replied cheerfully. “How much?” I asked. “One dollar a cup” they answered. (They responded courteously to my questions, and I thought them a great credit to their parents.)
I asked, “So what happens now?” “You wait here while we go and get two cups of homemade lemonade”, they responded. After three or four minutes they arrived back from their home down the street with two modest paper cups of homemade lemonade, for which I paid them $1 per cup (I then doubled that because I was in retail many years ago and wanted to reward their enterprise.)
Then I went inside, sat down, and realised that by the time Lorraine came home, her cup of lemonade would have lost its zing; so, I decided to drink the content of both cups. But before doing so, I brought before the Lord the fact that in all the 26 plus years of living in our home, no child had ever come to our door to sell us anything. Then I prayed, “Lord, I am going to drink this homemade lemonade as though You delivered it to me — at a time when normally I would not be home. I will drink it as though it came from You in Heaven to me on earth through two angelic children.” I did and was so blessed after doing so that I walked back down to the church in time for the closing song. I asked our pastor for the microphone and told everyone how the Lord had healed me.
I had little to eat and then slept for two-and-a-half hours. That night I slept for another 10 hours, and on Monday morning felt the best I had in three weeks. I am feeling better and growing stronger by the day. Then, yesterday, my doctor went through the 13-page good report, which he gave to me. All good.
Make of all this what you will, but I choose to believe that the Lord sent two ‘angels’ with homemade lemonade that had in it a dose of healing from Heaven. As Jesus himself said: “According to your faith, so be it unto you.”