For most of my life, I saw healing the sick as either someone else’s spiritual gift or something from the Bible. I never really ever thought I could heal anyone. Sure, I had laid my hands on people as someone prayed, but in my heart it was more about the prayer and less about the hands touching the person. I heard stories of people being healed, and one of my best friends had even been healed of cancer.
Still I doubted.
I doubted the process, but I had faith in the outcome.
When we become a Christian the very power of God enters us, and we are forever changed. There was one particular season, when God taught me that healing was more than just someone else’s gift. He showed me all things are possible through the Spirit when we listen and act on His impulse.
It was VBS week at church, and I wasn’t looking forward to it. Not because of the kiddos, mind you, but because the chaos at home. Each year was the same … my horse farm had random emergencies every year during this special week, and this year was no different. One hour and seventeen minutes into the first day, I got the text. “Lou has injured her leg.” Being a bit conservative about these things, I responded with the proper care until I could get her at noon.
Lou was a large, young, grey mare that was a barn favorite. She was known for her sassy personality and gigantic jump. As I met the vet and we cleaned the wound, she looked at me a bit somber. “Anna, this mare may never be OK again. IF she even makes it without infection through the next week or so.” My heart sank. My dear friend might lose her horse. Except for making her live in a padded cell, we could not have prevented this injury, but it hurt my heart and my pride none the less.
Every morning I woke up early and treated her, checked her every few hours, and prayed that she would at least pull through enough to be a sweet pasture ornament for someone. Saturday my heart sank as I saw her standing in the stall. Her eyes were dull and dark. There was not much life dancing in this sweet horse’s eyes, normally swimming with personality. As I pulled out of the farm, horses in tow, I called the vet. She said, “Anna, all you can do is pray at this point. If she doesn’t turn around by tomorrow, we will need to make a tough decision.”
I knew what her quiet tone meant. Lou faced euthanization. Twelve hundred pound animals can’t survive three-legged for long. I wept as I drove sound and healthy animals to a horse show … a show she could have entered. I prayed all the way there and all the way back. I felt the strongest urge to pray over her. All I heard from God was to touch her, pray over her, heal her.
But then Anna kicked in, “God, this is a horse. One big ol’ dumb, silly horse at that. There are more important things to be crying over and much more important things to be praying over and healing.”
But the urge to pray over Lou didn’t leave.
All day, I felt as antsy as if I had forgotten my undies on a weekend vacation or if I had left my hair straightener plugged in. That’s what happens when God speaks, and we brush Him off.
As soon as the show was over, I unloaded the horses and ran to her stall. She was even more depressed than before. Her normally wiggle-worm body was perfectly still as I put both hands on her and wept. I asked for forgiveness for not being obedient sooner, and I prayed God would heal her. And instantly I knew she was going to be OK. Peace flooded over my body like never before. The next morning, I ran out to check on her and she came quickly to the door and nickered. None of us could believe the improvement.
Over the months, talk of euthanasia changed to healing an infection which changed to repairing tendons and joints which changed to rehab. It’s been almost a year since Lou was injured. We all call the her the miracle pony. After a lot of time and work and faith, she is now being ridden again. I’m not sure she will ever jump three feet again, but I do know that God healed her. And He healed me that day in a dusty old horse stall. He used a horse to teach me the depth of His power and care for all creatures. And I learned you don’t have be one of Jesus’ original disciples or a seasoned minister to tap into God’s strength.
It was dwelling in me all along. It’s dwelling in you, too!
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