I was so focused on others being healed, that it had not occurred to me to ask for prayer for myself. My untreatable chronic sinusitis that gave me debilitating migraines was something I was accustomed to tolerating.

People around me needed “real” healings: deaf ears opened, allergies healed, and cancer removed. I prayed frequently for these people to be healed. I wanted their lives to be transformed and for everyone around them to acknowledge that God is good. I saw myself like the nameless men in the story of Mark chapter two who lowered their lame friend down through a roof so that Jesus could heal him. My role was just to get people into the presence of Jesus. 

Until one evening when the pastor announced that someone had a word of knowledge about God wanting to heal someone with sinus issues. Being so conditioned to ushering others to the front of the line, I did not pay much attention. Until a friend interrupted my conversation, “Laurie, do you think this might be for you – for your sinuses? It could be you!”

“What??” I responded. “No, let someone else go.”

“Laurie, come with me.”

My friends around me led me to the front and took my hands to pray. I closed my eyes and rested enveloped in the love of the Body. Within seconds, the pain in the front of my face lifted off, never to return again.

My life was forever changed that day. Being healed changed my lifestyle and capacity. But more than that, it also changed my heart and perspective. I had forgotten that I was an object of the goodness of God and His great love. I had begun to consider myself as an invisible tool who did not have much significance apart from what she did.

But that evening, it was my friends who had faith for me. Moreover, the Father saw me and opened my eyes to see that I was not a servant, but one of His children. God cared specifically for me and sought me out to heal me. He showed me that the desires for myself that I had neglected for so long were good and worth fulfilling. He reminded me that I was loved and precious. Furthermore, He showed me that His faithfulness to heal was not a tool for evangelism but a ministry of compassion.