And, behold, a woman, which was diseased with an issue of blood twelve years, came behind him, and touched the hem of his garment: For she said within herself, If I may but touch his garment, I shall be whole. But Jesus turned him about, and when he saw her, he said, Daughter, be of good comfort; thy faith hath made thee whole. And the woman was made whole from that hour. (Matthew 9:20-22, KJV)
The morning of Wednesday, March 2, I completed my final radiation treatment. What a relief! Although I know I still have many weeks of healing before me, completing treatment means my body can finally begin to heal.
That evening, I crawled into bed exhausted and hurting. Conflicting emotions swirled…thankfulness and hopefulness at knowing I am done with cancer treatments…exhaustion from battling pain and struggling to keep my fluid and nutrition intakes up…intimidation at realizing I still have a long road of recovery before me. I lay there thinking about the healing process…knowing I need more nutrition for substantial improvements…knowing my nutritional intake cannot substantially increase until my mouth and tongue heal enough to allow a broader diet selection. Wondering how long it will take to heal…I knew it would take several days to see any improvement at all, because recent weekends failed to show any improvement.
I found myself silently praying, “Lord, please heal my poor blistered tongue! Lord, I need your healing touch! Jesus, please, let me just touch the hem of your garment!”
As I lay there praying, I remembered the heart-shaped prayer cloth on my night table. My mother sent it to me weeks earlier, when I first began cancer treatments. Mama asked the pastor and elders of her church to pray over the cloth, then mailed it to me. As I prayed, “Let me just touch the hem of your garment,” I realized how similar that is to a prayer cloth. In neither case is the healing power in the cloth itself, but in our Healer, Jesus Christ…yet He used cloth as a conduit for His healing power.
I fell asleep that night, clutching the little prayer cloth in my hand, praying, “Lord, let me just touch the hem of your garment! I need your healing touch.”
I awoke Thursday morning, with the blisters gone from my tongue.
My mouth and tongue are still very swollen and sore. But the raised blisters are gone…along with the sharp pain that accompanied them.
Our Healer lives!