What was God trying to tell me? (part l)

Since the middle of January, I felt as though God was trying to tell me He was going to answer my prayer and heal her.  For the first few weeks, I cannot remember the exact details of why I thought He would.  Then I was bombarded with situation after situation all pointing to her being healed.  I went to an ACSI (Association of Christian School International) teacher’s conference in North Carolina, January 29-31, 2004.  I had been telling a few fellow teachers about me getting swamped with hints of Mom getting healed.

                        

I finished my classes for the day and retreated to my hotel room.  That night, as I was trying to do my devotion, my roommate was flipping through the channels and stopped on a story about someone that had a miracle happen in their life.  I watched the show with her.  It was concerning a man who was very sick and needed a bone marrow transplant.  The doctors mentioned several times about miracles taking place.

I pondered these things in my mind, finished my devotion, and went to bed.  The scripture I read before I went to bed was, “Some children were brought to Jesus so he could lay his hands on them and pray for them.  The disciples told them not to bother him.  But Jesus said, ‘Let the children come to me.  Don’t stop them!  For the Kingdom of Heaven belongs to such as these.’ And he put his hands on their heads and blessed them before he left.”  Matthew 19: 13-15.   

                        

The next morning we attended a general session with at least a thousand other Christian school teachers. A few other teachers from our school sat with me during the session. The keynote speaker gave his address and chose a scripture to quote.  He quoted the scripture found in Mark 1 concerning Jesus healing the man with leprosy.  I got choked up and started to cry.  So did Nancy (our Media Specialist at our school and my prayer partner) which was sitting next to me.  Just the night before, I had told them what I thought God was trying to tell me about Mom being healed.

 

On my break, I went to my hotel room, and called Aunt Julie (Mom’s sister).  She is a wonderful Christian woman.  I told her what was on my heart.  She said when she was in France she got some water from a river that flowed through France.  Thousands of people go there to hopefully get healed each year.  The legend says that Mary, mother of Jesus, was there and great healing happened among the children.  She told me she would send me some of the water.

**There will be more posts before part II is posted.