This could have been separated into two blogs, but as I think about, these really go together…so here goes.

I don’t know if you believe in spiritual things, both good and bad, but I do because both are in the Bible.  My first tale is about something that happened to me while I was in South Florida at the teacher’s conference.  My mother went with me just to get away and see some of Ft. Lauderdale.  While we were there we did get to ride on a water Taxi and take in a movie.  

When the conference was over I had time for lunch with the group, and then we had to check out.  Mother was always cleaning up after us whenever we stayed in a motel.  This day was no different.  She tidied up by spreading up the bedcovers and making the bags.  When she spread up the bed, she inadvertently covered over my “arms” as I called them.  I had to wear braces at night to bed because I had carpal tunnel syndrome.  It was so bad that sometimes I would wake up mother to beat on my arms so they would wake up.  They would go to “sleep” and were so heavy.  I couldn’t even hit them to stimulate them that is why Mother would have to slap them until some feeling would return.

That night at home I realized what had happened…no arms.  Mother called the next day and was told that they did find the braces and would send them to us.  After five days they had not arrived so Mother called again.  This time she talked to the manager who went to housekeeping and found the braces still there.  Mother could hear him yelling at the women who did not send them out.  The manager promised to put them in the mail that very afternoon.  He did.

Two days later I opened the box and wore them to bed that night.  I had the most vivid and terrifying dream that night!  I dreamed I was dancing around a fit pit with other women.  We all had on see-through blue gowns and were drugged.  We could hear chanting and the killing of chickens.  We were being prepared to have a sexual encounter with the Devil himself!  I was crying, but I kept thinking that I was dreaming.  I began to sing, “Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, there’s just something about that name.”  I sang all two verses and started over again.  After singing this chant for about 10 minutes, I woke up in a cold sweat!   I was terrified.  I got up, took off the braces, and turned on all the lights in my room.  I prayed to God that I wouldn’t have that dream again, and I received the message that I was to pray the blood of Jesus on the braces.  I did that, but was still afraid to put them back on. I sat up all night.  The next day I washed them in the washing machine, but even after that, I went out and bought new ones.

What you don’t know is the fact that the women who were cleaning our motel room were from Haiti.  They didn’t even speak English. I knew that they had put a spell on those braces because Mother got them into trouble with the manager.  Evil is alive and well in Haiti.  Christians aren’t exempt from evil, but let me tell you about how to get rid of that evil.  Jesus is the answer.  Now every time I have a bad dream, I wake myself up by singing that song, “Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, there’s just something about that name.  Master, Savior, Jesus, like the fragrance after the rain.  Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, let all heaven and earth proclaim.  Kings and kingdoms will all pass away, but there’s something about that name.”

And now for the miracle…

My carpal tunnel got so bad that I had to have tests run and shots.  I also scheduled to have the surgery on my wrists that would cut the problem, releasing the pain.  I could not even brush my teeth in the morning.  I couldn’t make a fist in order to hold the toothbrush!  When I got to school, I would unlock my filing cabinets,  but then wait until a student would come in to help me get my books out of the cabinet.  I could not lift those text books.  They were heavy!  Because I taught so many classes, there were a lot of books to put on my desk  They also got out my answer keys for my subjects that were in heavy binders.

At the end of the day, one of my students would put everything away for me and straighten up my classroom.  i couldn’t do either.

My surgery was scheduled.  My students were happy that I was having it done.  The Monday before my surgery, I came into the classroom, unlocked the cabinets, and proceeded to take out the books and put them on my desk.  I stopped after the fifth heavy book, and said aloud, “My gosh!  My hands don’t hurt!”  When my students came in, they couldn’t believe that I had taken out all the books.  I didn’t want to shout it out, yet, but I knew that I had just experienced a miracle.  I had asked for a healing and had tons of people praying for me.  My husband prayed over my hands every night!  He got on the Internet and had people all over Florida praying for me.

The next day, I did the same: came into class, unlocked the cabinets, and took out all those books and binders.  By Wednesday, I told my class about the prayer and the miracle.  They were shocked, but they believed because they had seen it with their own eyes!  I called my doctor and told her that I had had a miracle and I didn’t need the surgery.  She calmly said, “Well, that’s wonderful.  If it ever comes back, give me a call, and we’ll reschedule the surgery.”  

That, dear reader, was at least eight years ago.  I am typing away!  No Pain!  A real live miracle…Praise God!

God Bless.