Because My Jesus Heals

Growing up, I seldom get sick or shall we say I try to battle with sickness on my own. I hate admitting to people that I am weak. As much as possible, I have to put up a strong facade to cover up a vulnerable foundation.

Whenever I get fever, colds, and cough, I normally and usually do the medication by myself. No seeking of advice from my parents, doctors, and Jesus. "I can manage." has always been my mantra. Mastering the excuse that it's just normal and it's not that critical.

For the past days, my fever has been on and off. Add to it colds and cough. But just yesterday right after I heard the preaching about Jesus being The Healer, I went home and humbly told my mama that we should go to the doctor.

My mama and papa were a bit surprised because it was the first time they heard me say that. Because as I've said, I don't want to admit that I'm fragile. So, it really took me courage and humility to say the words "Let's go to the doctor". ☺

But why to the doctor and not just fall down on my knees and ask Jesus to heal me right there and then?

Yesterday's preaching was based from the book of Acts 3:1-10 (Peter heals the lame beggar). It was Peter who healed the beggar who was lame from birth. Yes, Peter through the work of the Holy Spirit and by asking in the name of Jesus was able to perform a miracle to the man.

There are really times when Jesus would just use the people around us (and science too) to remind us of His great power ☺ He is above all.

☺☺☺

So yes, last night I worried about how much are we gonna pay. But my mama did not mind. She told me it's fine ♪♫♪ Actually, it just cost us P850.00!!! That's both for the doctor's fee and the medicine which is good for a week. But to me that means coffee, pizza, chocolates, yakult, and many more food (hahaha)

Befriending these meds ^_^

Kidding aside, as of this writing, I am still under medication (hahaha hebi da word). Way lami ang tambal. hihihi I needed to monitor my body temperature. If after three days I still have fever, I needed to undergo lab tests. (O_o)

I may not have been completely healed but I already claimed healing in Jesus name. Amen.

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