This has been the tale of our lives during the long fifteen years of atrocious pain that I have endured. Diane and I have set off so many times for hospital, more than 70 times, saying to each other 'surely this time it will work'. We have had the same attitude to receiving healing prayer ministry. Over the years we have travelled to Toronto, Bethel in California, healing centres in the UK, and a missionaries care facility in France each time believing that God would intervene and heal. Some of the biggest names in Christendom have laid hands on me - all without the single feature we do seek and daily expect - healing and deliverance from one of the most painful conditions known to man. Don't get me wrong, we have been greatly blessed and encouraged to keep going, and we both know that I am only still alive because of amazing answers to prayer, but the frustrations of hope built up and then dashed have been hard to bear. As the Bible says; 'hope deferred makes the heart sick' (Proverbs 13:12).
Then a small group met to pray for me on a snowy night. One of them had a vision from the Lord of the scales of justice on top of the Old Bailey. In one pan he saw our constant disappointments being loaded in, and then he saw the other pan being filled with joys that completely outweighed the other! 'There will be justice' is what he felt the Lord was saying, 'and great joy is going to wash away your frequent disappointments!' Praise God. Then I remembered the promise For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. 2 Cor. 4:17 and I rejoiced, but I also dare to believe that there will be a fulfilment of that in this life too. If not, I will still hope in God, for no-one who puts their hope in Him will be put to shame.
And who knows? The trial of this piece of kit is not over yet, and God can do amazing things with people foolish enough to trust in Him and not in themselves.