February 14 is a loving day. As I document the powerful miracle I received this week, I realize that it was exactly on that special day of love. God is so perfect. I got my gift of healing on Valentines Day! You know, God communicates to each person in a unique way so that each of us can recognize what we need to grasp, understand or receive. Not only were my 4 months of horrid pain, haunting fears and working handicap removed; it turned out to be my Valentine gift from above!
Oh, I know now that my gift of healing was there before I was even injured on Oct. 1 at work. I just couldn’t let myself receive it. I was a lady in waiting for God to do it. Well, let me explain more, please. I have some amazingly gorgeous, knowledgable and successful business friends, whom I have been following on social media to learn about success mind setting techniques. Lately these sparkling ladies are mentioning ‘success physiology’ that releases one’s thinking blockages to conquer business goals. It is even implied that one can sabotage their own prosperity if not exercising correct mental mindsets and beliefs.
I write this miracle healing story in order to share with these above mentioned business gurus. I sense that I may have tapped into the spiritual realm of success!
In the photos below Fred and I are working on a grocery store reset with a team of 8 folks. The team goes to about 30 stores every 2 months. Each member of the team is assigned certain products to arrange and display in each of the 30 job sites for those 2 months until the next cycle. Then another product is given to each of us for the next 2 months to reset in the same 30 stores.
Notice that we work hard: removing product, cleaning, moving metal shelves, climbing ladders, carrying. Fred and I love our job and but by the Grace of God and a wellness drink we take daily, we are able to enjoy this type of active profession even though we are in our 70s!
Last Oct. 1 we all were assign to move canned vegetables and totally rearrange them at each store on just one day visit. We needed to rush so fast to finish. Cans were everywhere in the shopping aisle. I really goofed. Being the real recovered alcoholic that I am, I had the bright idea that if picking up one can at a time to hand to Fred was good, then just think how great it would be to pick up 3 cans at a time! After-all, aren’t I extra healthy and young for my age? Oh wow! That night the struggle and 4 month life challenge began with burning, jabbing pains in my left hand. For the next four months, I prayed, I took extra Zeal drinks for the inflammation, I frowned and grunted and slowly had a melted down. The pain exhausted me. I would chat with God that I knew this was not lasting. He has arranged for us to reside each winter on the tropical, Pacific coast near my very dear loved ones. Fred and I dream of healthy produce, cactus, aloe vera, organic cooking herbs and Mexican fruits. I knew God did not give us a second home in a tropical paradise just to let me be unable to peal and chop produce, mix exotic smoothies, cook fresh seafoods , or play on the beach with my grandkids. My Lord is loving, protecting and providing. He does not give half way with temping limits. So knowing I would be cured, I tried to be super woman one more day, one day at a time awaiting my miracle of healing to zap me. Finally before our flight to Huatulco this Christmas, I got a hand brace. It was my crutch for enduring my wait.
The second doctor visit x-rayed my hand and I saw my thumb bone popped out of place. I was told I had degenerated this and that. I knew enough not to accept that. 2 weeks later my wonderful mountain town chiropractor returned from vacation. He saw the issue immediately and popped both wrist and thumb back into place. Then Fred confessed that he was beginning to have the same pains. Guess what? The doctor popped his thumb back in place, too! Those cans, those cans.
Anyway. Whispers from my own inner enemy was slowly dangling the following thoughts of defeat into my
Heart: “You finally got old. You will never get debt free, because you will not be able to work. All of your body is getting ready to fall apart. Pain is all you have to look forward to from now on.”
We say in recovery that the monster of addiction is between our own ears. It takes a few years of meetings and 12 step work with a strong sponsor to reprogram self defeat and the mis belief of victimization into true self worth. My tired mind had fallen back into the trap of ‘poor little me’ thinking.
Valentine morning Fred was driving us along a most beautiful river setting with twinkling lights on the other side of the water. I always talk to God a lot on our very early drives from hotels to the little towns where we work. I cry, smile, thank, listen, and fall in love with God on those drives in the dark. Let me tell you the wisdom I learned that Valentine morning.
I told God it was not His fault that I am not healed. I knew that much. I know the Word of God and know that
by the Stripes of Jesus I was already healed. I know that a few years ago, a lump the size of a fifty cent piece disappeared from my left breast in 2 days and the doctors were amazed! I know the many times I was beaten, the time I was in a hot water heater explosion, and when my wrist was cut by a bottle thrown at me, I was miraculously healed very rapidly each incident. So, I asked God to please tell me what to do on my part to get healed.
He did tell me. He said “Do you remember the song you wrote and told Mexicans to sing for three days each time you prayed for a healing? “ I said that I did remember. He said to go to the store, remove the hand brace and begin picking up the jelly, jam and peanut butter jars in faith. He said to sing my song and talk to each pain. He said to tell my thumb, wrist, palm, etc. that they were not sick or injured. He said to whisper lovingly to them that they had been lied to and it was not true and to function perfectly and ignore the pain. He said to tell my pained body members that God loves them and He does not want them to hurt.
I was afraid, yet obedient. I didn’t even tell Fred. I followed instructions. No jelly jars dropped. No screams and doubling over in pain resulted. That night my thumb froze straight. We had another thumb to heart talk.
I have been studying, creating and mediating on my dream board, both printed at Walmart for 16 cents and in You-Tube and even in a precious Dream Board app by Terri Savelle Foy. On the Dream & Goals App as one sees a dream manifested there is a ‘ completed’ button. My first dream has been completed! See the dream image above?
I know the promises of the Bible are real. I just need to be able to tap into them. I know the laws of nature are for all, Christian or not. Apples do not fall up from a tree, they fall down due to laws of nature. Planting a seed of corn, love or hate will reap a harvest of same seed: corn, love, hate.
I know God sent Jesus to give me life and life more abundantly. Where am I missing the boat doing my part?
I am on the quest to learn and overcome living pay check to pay check always carefully budgeting.
When the student is ready the teacher will appear. I believe this true short story is step one in receiving my prosperity class into my spirit.