Miraculous healing happens all the time. We’re privileged to bear witness to it in our own marriage and in the marriages of many others. But, what about when healing doesn’t happen. That’s a tough pill to swallow. Yeah, no one likes to talk about that.
Well, I do.
As my brother’s mental health rapidly declined from 2008-2011, I prayed my guts out. Fasted. Prayed. Prayed. Fasted. And still, no healing. In fact, his condition worsened. All I wanted was what Mary and Martha got. I coveted their brother’s healing. Who wouldn’t? But, that’s not what I got. In fact, just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse, my brother took his own life.
It is always our hope that healing will happen on this side of Heaven. So…what do we do when it doesn’t? I’m living that out right here. Right now. And, it hurts.
Some days are better than others. It depends on the lens I wear. If I look at my pain through a temporal lens,
I shrink amidst the suffering and loss. But, when I view my pain through the lens of redemption, I see God’s bigger picture.
Like Job who suffered far more than I can even imagine, I know that, come what may, I must view all things–things healed on this side of Heaven or on the other side–through scarlet-colored glasses.
“Oh, that my words could be recorded. Oh, that they could be inscribed on a monument, carved with an iron chisel and filled with lead, engraved forever in the rock. But as for me, I know that my Redeemer lives, and he will stand upon the earth at last. And after my body has decayed, yet in my body I will see God! I will see him for myself. Yes, I will see him with my own eyes. I am overwhelmed at the thought!” (Job 19:23-27 NLT)