By Faith we are Healed.

Matthew 8:5-13  Jesus went to the city of Capernaum. When he entered the city, an army officer came to him and begged for help.  (6)  The officer said, "Lord, my servant is very sick at home in bed. He can't move his body and has much pain."  (7)  Jesus said to the officer, "I will go and heal him."  (8)  The officer answered, "Lord, I am not good enough for you to come into my house. You need only to give the order, and my servant will be healed.  (9)  I know this, because I understand authority. There are people who have authority over me, and I have soldiers under my authority. I tell one soldier, 'Go,' and he goes. I tell another soldier, 'Come,' and he comes. I say to my servant, 'Do this,' and my servant obeys me."  (10)  When Jesus heard this, he was amazed. He said to those who were with him, "The truth is, this man has more faith than anyone I have found, even in Israel.  (11)  Many people will come from the east and from the west. These people will sit and eat with Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob in God's kingdom.  (12)  And those who should have the kingdom will be thrown out. They will be thrown outside into the darkness, where people will cry and grind their teeth with pain."  (13)  Then Jesus said to the officer, "Go home. Your servant will be healed the way you believed he would." Right then his servant was healed.

As many of you know I injured my back in January 2012. My back reached a point where none of the drugs they gave me or treatments they tried would help my back. I had to us a cane everywhere I went and the back problems had caused problems with my knee and I was wearing a knee brace. Each doctor I saw had a different ideal of what was causing my pain and how it needed to be treated. I knew there was really only one way to repair the damage to my back. So I went to church and was prayed over I was asking got for relief from the pain. I received what I asked from God. I improved to the point where my pain was under control as long as took the Morphine they were giving. I kind of accepted the fact that this may be as good as it will get. Then the other day I was at Church when the pastor said we had to have faith that God is healing us when we ask it and if we don't we need other that do. When I began to accept that it was not all about me being a man of great faith that through the faith of others I could be healed I really began to feel God's healing touch. As in the story above it was not the sick mans faith that healed him but the faith of another.

I have been off of the morphine for a week now and I feel my back getting stronger and better each day. This is thanks to those around me that have the faith to keep praying for my healing.. Thank you all.