God’s Healing Miracle

By Erika Childs 
Two years ago, I panicked in fear of my body not healing from a case of allergies. Day one started September 21, 2013. I rested over the weekend, praying that the over-the-counter medicine would work. Nothing too surprising after suffering 33 years with sinus infections. I easily returned to work the following week, knowing full well my body needed more healing. Another 3 weeks it would be. 
While teaching preschool, I prayed hard for God’s ultimate strength to devote my time at work (sick days were gone). About mid-October I saw a doctor and was prescribed medicine. I’d much rather take over-the-counter medicine, but my body needed stronger attention. I seemed to be living the eat-sleep-work regime and it took all energy to attend church on Sundays. I was thankful for internet and the technology to hear God’s word. I prayed for God’s healing so I could return to normal activity. The regime of working full-time and napping each evening, missing events every weekend, continued for another month.  
As time went by, my mom came home from vacation to be with me and take me to doctor’s appointments. I appreciate that kind of unselfishness for a daughter. My body was weak and tired and it felt good to be comforted with soup and hugs. I knew in my heart God sent people in my life over the course of two months to encourage and serve me in a way I couldn’t ask. It was too exhausting to run a simple errand or cook even a microwaveable meal. Bethany Baptist Church served me well, and I tear up even thinking of all the ways I was blessed.  
The third trip to the doctor was November 21, 2013 when my doctor diagnosed me with anemia, though he wanted a blood test to confirm. I was tired all weekend and pain started to become intense in my shoulder and back. Then things started to go downhill. I was becoming weaker and weaker, as I could barely walk 20 feet. The agony of pain running down my neck and back reminded me of Christ, who suffered more than I can fathom. Several nights, I wasn’t sure I’d make it awake the next morning. I was scared of what was happening to my body. Did Jesus suffer like this? He sure did, and that put it into perspective, that I could rely on God’s strength to fight this unknown.
A blood test had been scheduled for anemia the next Wednesday. I had already called in sick for work. Thursday morning the results came in with 2.1 hemoglobin count. I was ordered to the hospital by my primary doctor for a blood transfusion. Did I mention that I won the world record count as the normal is 12-15! Doctors and residents were lined up to see me as they put in two IVs and drew more blood. I was probed question after question with why and where I might be losing blood. The hemoglobin team became great detectives on my case, wondering how I could be stable with such low counts. I know God was healing my body and keeping me alive to continue to live for His glory.  
My faith was tested as I learned to trust the doctors and the wisdom they had to diagnose my case. I was fearful of the many tests — fearful of not knowing if I would be healthy again. Were the blood transfusions and iron infusions enough to keep my body stable?  I questioned and wrestled with God as I endured so much pain and many tests that were uncomfortable and hard to endure. I am so thankful for my sister who spent every waking day with me and for my parents who prayed and sat by my side. God was so gracious to send His church body to comfort me.  
The roller coaster of keeping my levels up continued with iron infusions. My checkups every six weeks sometimes gave me anxiety about my blood count. But I’m blessed to say that I’ve graduated to a 3-month checkup schedule and prayers are being answered. It's a miracle of God’s healing when doctors say I should not have been coherent with a 2.1 hemoglobin level. God in His word promises that He is powerful and mighty! 
One of the biggest areas I have grown in is being watchful for God's greatness and goodness. One of my biggest fears might have been being stuck with a needle. Yet after two IVs in one day and lots of prayer and faith, I can endure 6-week blood tests. Never underestimate what God can do in big and small ways. He is the Father I cling to. James 1:2-6 says, “Count it all joy, my brothers, when you meet trials of various kinds, for you know that the testing of your faith produces steadfastness. And let steadfastness have its full effect, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing. If any of you lacks wisdom, let him ask God, who gives generously to all without reproach, and it will be given him. But let him ask in faith, with no doubting, for the one who doubts is like a wave of the sea that is driven and tossed by the wind.”


Erika has been attending Bethany for 10 years. She is currently involved in nursery and is on the By The Way team. She has been teaching preschool for 3 years and it is her love and passion in life. She loves to color in her free time, now that they have coloring books for adults, as well as spending time in coffee shops reading and digging into God's word. She is passionate about short-term missions and prays God leads her in the future in this area. 

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