How God healed me

There’s often a lot of discussion in the American church about why we don’t see God heal people like we read about in the Bible. 

But the truth is – Jesus still loves to heal His children. 

I just want to share a few stories about how God has healed me.

For years, I constantly struggled with intense back pain. 

I had severely fractured a vertebra my freshman year of high school, and I hurt ever since. It was at the point where I couldn’t do everyday tasks like vacuuming or washing dishes without being miserable. 

I prayed for healing probably a million times – and eventually, I gave up on praying for it.

Now, there’s a missions organization called Overland Missions that hosts a conference in Jacksonville every January. 

I went with a friend, and the whole time, my back was killing me. One of the preachers talked about how sometimes we just need to believe that Jesus is the Healer and start thanking Him for healing, even though you don’t see it. So I quietly said, “Ok, whatever, Lord… thank You for healing me.” 

Then I just let it go and forgot about it.

Later that night, there was a moment where they invited people to come up for prayer. I went forward and didn’t even think about healing – I just asked for more intimacy with Jesus. As they prayed over me, I felt the sweet and powerful presence of the Lord. 

Then the Lord did something I definitely did not see coming. 

Suddenly, I completely blacked out and ended up on the floor. For the next hour, I laid there in what felt like a warm hug from the Father. 

Eventually, I got up and went on with life. 

From that moment I didn’t have back pain anymore. It took me about a week to believe that I was truly healed, and it wasn’t coming back.

Another time, the Lord healed my mind. 

I had come to Jesus through a lot of trauma, and I couldn’t remember anything from my childhood before my senior year of high school. 

It was deeply frustrating not knowing my own story. 

One day, my friends and I did a small Bible study, and we prayed together at the end. 

As we prayed, all those memories suddenly came back. It literally felt like my life flashing before my eyes – I was shook. 

For the next month, I sat in my prayer closet and just cried and cried as I processed everything. 

After that, the Lord led me to do some deeper healing sessions with a Christian counselor I knew.

One day during one of those counseling sessions, we processed a pretty horrible memory – which I didn’t even realize was still affecting me. 

For years, I had been tired all the time and never understood why. It was especially frustrating when I wanted to spend time with God but didn’t have the energy to be fully present. But after working through that memory, the constant exhaustion just… stopped.

Here’s my key takeaway:

If you’re longing for healing, don’t make that your focus. Focus on Jesus. Love Him. Know Him. He’ll take care of the rest.