EKG wasn’t right. Something wrong. Pulmonologist introduced a new team leader. A cardiologist. My heart was failing.
Viral Cardiomyopathy. My heart muscle caught a cold, and the virus weakened it. Enlarged it. My heart was pumping less than 50% of normal capacity. I was looking at a life with very little running, lifting, or salt. I was looking at a shorter life. More tests. A few months later, we decided to pull the trigger. I’m now the proud owner of an $80,000 defibrillator, just below my left collarbone. Just in case…
Fast forward to a year and a half ago now. I’m meeting my friend Brian from church for lunch. In an hour I have an echocardiogram scheduled. I’ve been feeling weird – ankles swelling some. Not good signs. I’m expecting bad news. Heart weakening. Start considering transplant. Braced for reality. Before we eat our beef lomein and sesame chicken, Brian prays for our meal…
“And Lord, heal Josh’s heart. Amen.”
That whacked me like a truck. I’d stopped praying that prayer a long time ago. It’s not that I doubted God’s power. I just thought He had decided. He had heard all our early prayers for healing. And still… no. Still we needed the defibrillator. Still no progress. Still 50% capacity. So to hear someone just flat out ask God to heal me made me realize how little I was excercising my faith.
“Brian… that nailed me. I haven’t even asked Him for healing in… a long time.”
Fast forward an hour and a half. Nurse checking my echo. “What… when did you have cardiomyopathy? What was your ejection fraction again? Just last year? Hmm…”
Enter the cardiologist.
“Son… your heart is as good as mine. Perfect. I can’t explain it… I can’t take credit for it.”
Shock. Awe. Worship. “I know Who to give to credit to. We’ve been praying that I would be healed.”
Doc looks at me over his bifocals. “I think you’re right about that.”
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I tell that story for only one reason: to give God the credit. He healed me. It is a medical miracle. My heart is totally normal. God did that. Because He is God and He is GOOD.
But I also tell that story because He could have chosen NOT to heal me. And if THAT was His choice, He would still be God. And He would still be GOOD.
I don’t know how I rate. I get to see my boys grow up and marry. I get to grow old with Amy. I get to play with grandkids. At least that’s my plan. But if not, God is still God, and He is still good.
No matter what. Do you believe that, too?
miralces, healing… or not :: god is good by Joshua Skogerboe is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 United States License.