Sickness

At about 8:30 P.M. last night (12/26/07) I started getting sick-real sick. It all began with a common cold and cough but quickly escalated to a hellish fever with intense pain all over my body. I tossed and turned all night, only to wake up to the urgency of having to vomit. I then went back to bed only to feel miserable for the rest of the morning. My amazing wife was ever so attentive to all my needs, and gave me all kinds of medicine in an attempt to break my fever. But, nothing really seemed to work. And all that kept running through my mind was how this would be a really good moment for God to exercise His love and heal me.

When I say that my body hurt what I mean was that it felt as if I had been hit by a truck—plus, I had a head ache. At 12:30 P.M. (12/27/07) I had made up my mind that I would not tolerate it any more. The Scriptures teach that if you ask you will receive and that we can have confidence in God and thus come boldly before His throne. I am “sick” and tired of just compromising with illness. Why should I accept sickness? I can hardly see God scolding me during the judgment saying “Shame on you William, for you took my power to heal you too literally. You shouldn’t have believed in Me to do so much.” Hebrews teaches that “he who comes to God must believe that He is and that He is a rewarder of those who diligently seek Him.” So, in a contrary spirit to the logic of this world I got out of bed and began to read the word of God aloud, to pray, and sing praises to my King. It is 6:14 P.M. at the moment and thus far I have not received my complete healing, but I am walking toward it. I know that God will restore my body entirely.