Healing

I anticipated that God would do miracles at camp, but I never expected that I would get to be part of one.

The night before I was supposed to leave for Chapter Camp (Saturday night) I spent a lot of quality time with my toilet puking my guts out. I still don't know what I had; it must have been either food poisoning or some weird virus. Either way, I'm sure it was only compounded by the stress of the week I had just finished. After a bottle of Pepto-Bismol I stopped puking, but I was still feeling super sick. Thankfully, I was able to catch a late ride to camp the next day. I slept like a rock for almost the entire 12 hr. drive.

The first two days (Monday and Tuesday) I was still nauseous but able to participate as long as I slept all through free time and ate only granola bars. Tuesday night I finally got hungry enough to try eating dinner (even though the idea of food scared me). I felt like a million bucks after I ate and I thought it was finally over!

Next day, Wednesday, I ate breakfast. That turned out to be a big mistake. We do manuscript Bible study right after breakfast and during the study my stomach just locked up. It hurt like crazy, but logically I said to myself "This is the way it felt the first night. Just go throw up and you'll feel better." So I slipped off to my cabin to try that.

But I couldn't throw up and the pain got worse. I curled up on the foot of my bed. I couldn't really breathe or think. Something was wrong and I started to panic. I just started praying that someone would come find me.

Thankfully, Stacy Roome came to my rescue. I scared her to death though, poor thing. Neither of us knew what to do. The only thing that kept running through my mind was that I needed someone to pray for me and the only name that kept coming to mind was Jon Watson. So I told Stacy, go tell Jon Watson to come pray for me.

Jon came and asked what was wrong. He started praying that God would heal me. The panic and fear washed away and I felt at peace. I suddenly believed everything was going to be ok, even though the pain was still so strong.

I told Jon and he prayed for me again. He prayed all of the reasons why I needed to be better in order to be able to participate and serve at camp. And the pain went away. The pain stopped! It was gone!!

Jon and I both laughed out of relief and joy. Jon prayed one more time, praising God and asking that the intense nausea would stop and that I would be fully healed. When he finished I felt the same level of healthy that I had the day before. I just felt exhausted, as if I had played an entire soccer game.

I took it easy the rest of the day, but I ate dinner that night. Thursday and Friday I ate 3 meals and stayed awake all day. I haven't gotten sick since then.

Isn't that incredible?! It explodes my brain. God used my sickness and pain for His Glory and completely healed me when I was in trouble. I think He also used it to confirm to Jon that he has been given the spiritual gift of healing and that God is calling him to use it.

My God is mighty to save! Praise Him in the highest!