The Source

This morning I woke up with a headache and I went directly to my medicine cabinet and picked up the Tylenol. I didn't even take a moment to ask my healing Savior for help. I didn't really need his help I guess because I had Tylenol. Kinda sad, huh?

Yesterday I was talking with a woman and her daughter after our church service and her daughter was excited about a missions trip that she was going to be taking in the summer. The mother commented that she thought that it would be good for her daughter to see places and people that have to rely completely on the Lord because they live in meager circumstances.

Living in the Dominican Republic I often find myself in those places and with those people. Our conversation reminded me of a time when I learned the importance of faith in the healing Savior and not on medicine or some gringo missionary. I shared it with this mother and daughter and I thought that I should post it today...
The Source
The baby’s fever was high. His little body was lethargic and limp. The mother’s face was familiar to me. I know it. I have lived it. If you are a mother, you have lived it too. It is that appearance that comes with worry for your baby; the expression of having your child’s well-being totally out of your control and so you look for a source of healing.She went to the doctor. It took all of her resources, she spent her last peso, but this is what you do when your baby is sick. The doctor wrote the prescription and sent her on to the pharmacy to get the medicine that would cure the fever. It was easy. She just needed medicine. But she spent her last peso… And so she returned home with the source of her babies healing written on a piece of paper.

When I heard the mother’s story I was ready to get that piece of paper and buy that medicine because this is what a mother does when her baby is sick. Yet the Spirit of God spoke so clearly to me, “I am the Source, you are not.” We prayed. When my hand touched that baby’s forehead that lay upon his mother’s shoulder I felt the burn of the fever. We said Amen. The baby was still hot. Doubt arose within me and the still small voice that I know so well repeated in its still, small way “I am the Source, you are not”.

I began to talk to the mother she told me that she fell away from God and her soul was really not at peace with Him. We prayed. We asked God to be the Source of forgiveness, salvation and healing. We said Amen. The baby lifted his head from his mommy’s shoulder. I touched his forehead once again; the fever was gone! He smiled and so did we because in that we moment we all had experienced a personal encounter with The Source.

I am so glad that when Tylenol doesn't work or the money runs out, if the doctor is not in the village or the diagnosis is inoperable... there is a Supernatural Source for anyone, anywhere.