Recently something special popped up unexpectedly in my Facebook memories, and I was reminded of this blessing. It's a story of multiple healings.
At 16, I was diagnosed with endometriosis. I had surgery when I was 18. At 20, I was diagnosed with lupus. I underwent treatment for years through daily meds, weekly shots, and monthly infusions. I went for lab work every month.
When I was 26, the doctor called and said my lab work was showing signs of kidney issues from the lupus. I remember calling my older brother and as we were talking, I started complaining and saying I didn't understand why God wouldn't just heal me. I prayed for healing every day. I got in every line. He said, "Maybe you need to stop asking. Just pray for others. God is a healer whether He heals you or not."
A few weeks later, I was praying for someone else and suddenly felt this warming sensation. It was like something hot was being poured over my head and was flowing down my body.
That week, I went in for my yearly checkup which included lab work and MRIs of my joints to assess the damage. (My hands had so much arthritis that my doctor had said my scans looked like I was in my 80s.)
I went through all my testing and never really thought much about it. A few days later, I went back for my appointment to get my results. My rheumatologist said, "I don't know how to explain it, but your joints look normal. There is no arthritis showing in these scans. Your blood work looks good too. I think we can take you off your meds and see how you do."
I'm now 38, and I've not taken any meds since that day!!
When I turned 30, my husband and I thought, You know...We might should start having kids.
Having our son was a breeze. Then 18 months later, we decided he needed a sibling. We were blindsided. I never expected any issues, but a year later I was not pregnant and I was diagnosed with secondary infertility. After testing, I was told the endometriosis was back and that I had several fibroids and uterine cysts. We tried several treatments, and nothing.
That September, my husband was in a bad hunting accident and ended up having four surgeries and spending over forty nights in the hospital. Obviously, having another child was no longer a priority.
The month of December I had what I thought was the worst cycle ever. Then January came, and no cycle. After several days, I finally decided to take a test -- and it was positive! I called my doctor to make an appointment, and I went in for lab work. Everything looked good, and they scheduled an appointment for a couple of weeks later.
At that appointment, I told my doctor I thought I was around 4-6 weeks along. She did an ultrasound to confirm and warned us that there may not be much to see. She had the screen turned away from me. I will never forget the look on her face. She suddenly started squealing, jumped up, turned the screen around, and yelled, "That's a baby!" My first trimester was already over. Our baby Darcy was just chilling with her head resting on her arm.
It was a long pregnancy with all-day sickness and lots of ultrasounds because one of my fibroids was growing as fast as the baby was...but we made it to 39 weeks and 4 days before she was born.
So, endometriosis, lupus, infertility, fibroids...and yet I still have two healthy children.
God works miracles.
He's a healer.
Sometimes we get so caught up in what we want or need for ourselves, but we can never forget that others have needs.
I think sometimes God wants us to be concerned with others and just let Him take care of us.
Amberly Campbell is a minister's wife and stay-at-home mom of two.
She loves Jesus, her family, reading, coffee, and making her home cozy.
She prefers to be at home (hence the love of all things cozy) with a mug of coffee in hand. If she's missing from the house, she can likely be found at First Church in Lufkin, TX, TJ Maxx, or Hobby Lobby.