View days ago, while cleaning my room, I found a box of warm patch. I remember buying this because once I had a weird ache in my waist, near my vertebra (couldn’t remember the common name) and having this pain reliever patch sticked in my waist was at least helped me to reduce the pain. A lot of assumptions of why this happened was made: wrong position in sleeping, lack of drink until ‘twisted’ neurone. Dad, who believe in Chinese medicine more than those in modern drug store, even gave me a pack of ‘tablets that would help you urinate more’. This sounds strange, since it is my waist that is troubled, not the way I urinate. I drank it anyway (well, at some point, I stopped drinking it).
I drank the medicine my dad gave me, vitamin B that Vita suggested me (it has something to do with nerve), drink more.. even walk more! No clue of recovery. This happened for months. I didn’t even tell mom, in case she worried (read: in case she would gave her i-told-you-to-sleep-early-and-eat-fruits speech again). It was really disturbing (not my mom, the pain) especially in my tight schedule. I become easily tired and I couldn’t walk for more than 15 minutes. Day passed and the pain has ‘expanded’ their territory until my thigh. The worst thing happened when I go to a computer expo with Eunike. Suddenly one of my leg (I forgot which one) become so hurt that I couldn’t feel it and I barely able to walk. I prayed a lot so God would let this pain go away.
My dad keep texting me every day, asking if I had recovered. I replied with the same answer every day,
“No.”
“How come?” he replied.
“How do I know?”
Weeks passed and I became tired of answering his question. I then replied,
“Yes, I recovered.”
“How come?” the same reply he gave to me.
“Uh.. I correct my sleeping position, drink more…”
This is more of a faith statement than lying. I want to start saying that I am healed. I am healed.
And one day, not so long after that, the pain disappeared as mysteriously as how it came. I forgot when was the pain disappeared. I just remember one night I sit in my bed after hanging out with my friends all day long and suddenly amazed of the fact that my waist wasn’t hurt at all. It wasn’t hurt anymore. I’m healed. All glory to God’s name.
More than a year passed. Finding this unused yet cold patch today was a loud knock in the head.
“Hey! Don’t you remember that day, when God healed you? Don’t you remember how your busy days can be worse than this?”
I apologised God for forgetting such a wonderful work he did to me in the past and grumbling to him of how tired I am these day and how those non-human pressure given to me day by day. It could be worse. It could be worse. After this event, I promise to record any great works of Him, so that I remember how God loves me so much. Especially in the time of sorrow.
Record your miracles, today!
Icy Delight 