Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Joanne Heim Update


Last month, I posted a prayer for stroke victim Joanne Heim. At the time she was in a coma with severe swelling in the right side of her brain. The expectation of any significant recovery was extremely low, and her prognosis looked pretty grim.

But prayer changes things.

This is the note she wrote for her husband to post on her blog today. Are you ready to see a miracle? Here you go:

My Dear Darling Bloggy Peeps,

Ask anyone in the hospital (except maybe Pierre who is in charge of maintenance and such) and you'll unanimously hear I have the best room in the joint. And it's true! I am literally surrounded by love and prayers and God's word that you have sent so generously. One can instantly feel the difference--how God uses us to love each other on his behalf.

Joanne

Not bad for a woman who for one thing wasn't supposed to be able to communicate in any way, shape, or form, but here's the kicker...she's not even in rehab yet!!! The other day her husband stuck an iPad in front of her, and to his shock and surprise found she could legibly write perfectly complete and (obviously) complex sentences on it! How great is our Savior and Healer, Lord Jesus!!!

But for those of you who come here to my blog to read information on the healing of autism and find other stories instead, please forgive me. I include testimonies of healing from other injuries or illnesses especially those that concern the brain since it is the brain that autism affects so profoundly. Know that if Jesus can heal the brain of a stroke or shooting victim (I'm referring to Ms. Giffords), autism is no exception. He can heal anything.

But next time I post, I would like to address the issue of faith. Some, if not many of you, don't have the faith to believe the Lord for the healing you or your child needs. Is this a problem for Jesus? Should you feel guilty? The answer to both questions is a resounding NO. So relax. Let yourself off the hook. We'll talk about it later.

Cheers!

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Part of the Trust


Last Sunday, while joking around with a friend who has cancer, I pointed to my watch and asked if he was counting down the minutes to the Super Bowl.

He unexpectedly said, "Nope. Don't wear a watch anymore. That's part of the trust."

Ever since he said that, I can't get it out of my mind. How many of us live by the clock? Minute after minute, hour after hour? How many people feel like failures if certain goals are not met by a certain age? Why do we do this? 

My friend is learning to live by a different standard. One that is not dictated by a calendar. He is trusting God to give him time. To be his time, even. 

I have to confess, milestones are a big issue in my life. Too big. I have achieved some of the same successes as my non-autistic peers, but much later in life. And it's the later in life part that has made me more than a little self-conscious. Except the focus on myself and not on the Lord has shaped me into a somewhat thankless person, as embarrassing as that is to say. I complain too much about being behind.

By admitting this quality about myself, I am sure to ruffle a few feathers. But this is how I operate. I like to shed light on my faults. This motivates me to change or to at least allow the Lord to refine me further, which is pretty much all I care about in life when it's all said and done.

I'm not ready to take a hammer to my watch, but I have taken it off and put it away. Healing comes in God's time. Answers to prayer come in God's time. All things come in God's time. Whatever you are praying for today, don't be discouraged. Don't be afraid. The Lord is with you, and He loves you.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

More, Lord.



More, Lord.

I've always had trouble praying that prayer. The honest truth about it is I've been ashamed to want more. Thinking I didn't deserve more of anything, especially in light of all I've been given.

But I've been waking up to this world and noticing the people around me finally. Their comings and goings, ups and downs are no longer nonsense to me. Things are making sense to me now. We, humans, were made for our hearts to be knitted together with the hearts of others. And the heart, I'm learning, understands things the mind will never, ever know.

The heart feels, and I...I have been feeling a lot this week. A friend prayed for me...for more healing for me, and as she did, I had this faint fluttering feeling in the pit of my stomach, and I thought, "What is that? It's like...like--wait. Am I going to cry?"

Not the kind of crying that stems from frustration. And not the kind of crying that comes from a deep sadness that only makes the wounded feel worse when the tears are gone. I'm talking about the tears that fall from an overwhelming sense of gratitude and relief that words simply cannot express.  

And yes, I did. I cried. Emotions I didn't think I had sprung to the surface of my heart for the first time in my life. I will be 40 this year, so to say that this ability to feel on such a deep level was a shock to me is a total understatement. But it is another testament to the Lord's ability to heal us as well as a reminder that we should not give up praying for our healing, regardless of our age or circumstance.

I saw people with new eyes after that moment. Like I stepped out of one world into another. And now I want more. More understanding. More love. More compassion. More of an ability to understand those around me. It is possible. All things are possible. Thank you, Jesus.

And thank You that by Your grace, we can come boldly before You and pray for more.

Amen!