I had a miraculous healing. I didn’t see it a such at the time, but the doctor did. He didn’t understand why I didn’t understand. but I didn’t understand.
I didn’t pray or know anything about God at that time. After it happened, I left the doctor’s office…I wasn’t even grateful that I recall. What I was, was RELIEVED.
It was a horrible welding burn covering the palm of my hand and my fingers. I was delayed getting ice and/or getting to the doctor. It was horrific.
They scrubbed (excruciating), shot me full of pain stuff and wrapped my hand in a big bandage.
They told me when it healed, the hand would curl in and be unusable, most likely. I might have some luck with physical therapy, it depended on how it healed. They also told me if it got infected, they would have to amputate, immediately, to save my life. I was in my 20’s.
The next day, I went back to the doctor so he could check for infection, clean and rebandage. He unwrapped my hand and there was nothing on it.
He was flabbergasted. I was confused. Like it was a dream or something. He questioned me…what did you do?
He had the people in the office come and look at my hand. The nurse who scrubbed it the day before. They were speechless.
I was emotionless. I couldn’t tell you why. I’m not too bright?
Anyway, I was also embarrassed. “If there is nothing there, does this mean I can go?”
They didn’t know what to make of me…I didn’t know the doctor. I got to know him. I saw him for some years, until left that town. I didn’t think about this at all for at least 12 or 15 years.
I still don’t know what to think about it, but here’s my point:
Miracles happen, but maybe they happen like this one did. To people who are oblivious.
This happened about 25 years ago, I still don’t know why, other than I had some work to do and I needed my hand to do it.
Back then, I was working my way up from being homeless and supporting my mother. In fact, I had just bought her a house and then one for myself. I needed that hand, really bad. That’s why I was so terrified. I had two house payments to cover and I needed my hand!
I’ve also written for years now, so maybe that’s why God did it. So I could write. Maybe something important some day. I think He just saw that I needed my hand really badly and so He showed me this mercy.
Fifteen years passed before I thanked Him. I’m sorry, but I just didn’t know any better.