Trading My Sickness, Trading My Pain
Two nights ago, the preschool teacher, Corri, asked me to accompany her to visit the home of one of the students at the school here. When we arrived, we found the mother sick in bed. Her body was thin and her face pale. We began to ask her questions like, “What are the names of your children?” She could not remember all their names or their ages. She often just repeated our questions or statements back to us. She was obviously not in her right mind. She has four children and lives in a tiny cinder block house with a tin roof.
Corri began to tell the mother about Jesus and both of us prayed for her and her husband. After chatting a bit more, Corri began to sing a worship song and then announced that I was going to sing a song too. I couldn’t refuse to sing, even though I don’t have a very nice voice and began to sing “Trading My Sorrows” in English. One part of the song says:
“I’m trading my sickness, I’m trading my pain, I’m laying them down for the joy of the Lord”
Corri joined in, singing in Spanish. The mother got up from her bed, sat in the rocking chair and began to rock.
Corri told me yesterday that the mother has continued to improve. Apparently, she is feeling better, moving around the house and talking more.
I don’t fully understand what is happening in situations like this. I don’t like to over-spiritualize every day events. People get sick and get better every day without a miraculous healing. However, it does appear to be obvious that the mother was sick and now her condition is improving. We did pray with her. We did ask God for help. The woman could not afford proper medical attention and I do believe that God desires to heal and answer prayer. Can I say definitively that God has miraculously healed her? No. Can I say that He has not? No.
I can thank Him in any case, because she is doing better. I don’t have to understand. I can continue to ask God to heal and move here in Nicaragua.