The great Physician

I grew up with such a limited knowledge of the Bible that I didn't grasp exactly what Jesus had done on the cross and the purpose of His sacrifice.

But, despite that, I know that God never gave up on me, and I'm so glad about that! In fact, He's the perfect Healer and that's something I know for sure. You see, many years ago, I would lose my voice and only surgery could bring it back. Thankfully, I had been under the care of a highly-skilled voice specialist whose reputation was second to none. He had operated on me early on and the outcome was very successful.

However, a couple of years later, my voice had weakened once more so I returned to my doctor and he performed surgery on me again. I knew I was in good hands and he would give me my voice back as he had done before.

But much to my dismay, my voice didn't come back.

I was in shock! But, all would be fine because a month later, it was time for plan B and I went back for another surgery. Surely, this time around, the result would be successful. But, sadly, despite these two surgeries back to back, my voice was still gone with no sign of coming back.

I couldn't understand why. Here was one of the highest-skilled doctors in the country. Other doctors from all over the world came to him to get trained. I knew he could give me my voice back since he had done it before, so why on earth couldn't I get it back?

Little by little, I became filled with hopelessness. That's when I started to think about God.

I believed in Him (although I didn't pay Him much attention), and I was confident that if I actually prayed to Him, He would hear me.

So as I went to bed one night, I began to pour out my heart to Him. I remember telling Him that I knew everything I had was His, including my voice, and for Him to do with it what He wanted. I was surrendering. Tears rolled down my face again and again. I woke up the next morning and I felt at peace about coming to God. I knew it was the right thing to do.

Then I got out of bed and got ready for the day. And when I opened my mouth...

My voice was back!!!!!

Yes, nice and strong! Immediately, I thought "God was here! He heard me and He healed me!". Everywhere I went, people were shocked and asked me what happened. Quite simply, I told them that I had started praying. Ever since that day, I have been giving thanks to God for giving me my voice back. I know that He took it away for a reason, and I appreciate it so much now.

O Lord my God, I cried out to You, and You healed me. Psalm 30:2.

I know God is the perfect Healer and there is nothing too hard for Him. He has perfect strength and wisdom and power, and I am actually grateful that God took my voice away when He did in order that I could come to that realization and have a relationship with Him.

If you need healing of any kind, turn to God. You won't find a physician with credentials that come anywhere close to His!

Is anyone among you suffering? Let him pray. Is anyone cheerful? Let him sing psalms. Is anyone among you sick? Let him call for the elders of the church and let them pray over him, anointing him with oil in the name of the Lord. And the prayer of faith will save the sick and the Lord will raise him up. And if he has committed sins, he will be forgiven. James 5:13-15.

May God bless you and heal you!