The Healer

When I was around fourteen years old there were times life was not so easy. Although I had many acquaintances in school it did not seem I had any "true" friends. To make things even better God chose to "bless" me with a wonderful rash around my nose. It was a horrible scaly looking rash that at times was so bad kids and adults would appear to be absolutely disgusted by it. My parents, who were and still are, the most wonderful people decided to sacrifice what extra monies we had and took me to a dermatologist. The doctor looked at the rash and diagnosed me with a disorder called seborrheic dermatitis. He said this was something I was going to deal with my entire life that there was no cure only treatments. The doctor prescribed medicine and said to come back in a month.

Leaving the doctors office my parents tried to remain upbeat and tell me everything was going to be alright, but deep-down they were wondering how their baby daughter was going to deal with the fact that this would always be a part of her life. Several weeks passed and there were many days I claimed I was not going to school. The kids were cruel calling me horrible names and laughing, mostly behind my back, but it always got back around.

After several weeks of suffering, mostly mental, my mother begin pushing me to go get prayed for. As I had done many times during the recent weeks, I went to the front for prayer. This nights service was nothing special or so I thought. It was a typical Wednesday night. My dad did as he had done a thousand times before he put a small amount of oil on his finger and anointed my forehead and once again nothing happened. I walked away feeling let-down and as if God did not care. If He cared why did He not just heal me so I did not have to suffer.

Church continued on as usual. When church was over my mother said, "Nancy, your face is clear! There is nothing around your nose!" I ran to the bathroom, with mom close behind, to look in the mirror. It was gone! There was no sign of a rash! That night I quit taking the medicine. Thank you Jesus! The rash has never been back.

During that time I learned who my "true" friends were and I established once again who He was. What an awesome God we serve!