When I cried out to God on that cold day two Decembers ago, I was healed. Totally. Completely. Instantaneously. It was like someone flipped a switch, and I was whole. It was beautiful, but it wasn’t the end of my journey, it was the beginning.
Over the last two years, I have come to believe that healing can be achieved in a moment, but more times than not, it’s a process that we must actively pursue. Don’t misunderstand, salvation is a gift that you only need to receive once, but healing and restoration can be a process.
I was so completely rejuvenated, I thought I was ready to climb Mt. Everest. In actuality, I still got winded trudging up the foothills of faith in my everyday life. I was eager to go, but lacked the stamina and knowledge to run a marathon.
I would sprint out ahead of God’s timing and quickly lose the focus and clarity I once had so I would slow to a crawl and sometimes stop completely until I had replenished myself. But each time I started over, I got a little further than the time before. Every moment spent in the word of God brought me into a closer relationship with God and a greater restoration in my soul.
In a blink of an eye, my life changed and I was set free, completely healed, by grace. How much I grow in freedom, and the restoration that comes with it, is up to me.
I am a Christian, a wife, a mom, and a part-time basket case who wants to be a full time writer.