He was only six years old. Surgery!?! Like every mother, there was no way I wanted my son to go through this, even if it was only to put tubes in his ears. “It’s routine,” everyone kept telling me. Routine or not, I was refusing to accept this.
But He was wounded for our transgressions,
He was bruised for our iniquities;
The chastisement for our peace was upon Him,
And by His stripes we are healed.
Seven years ago, the doctor informed me that my son’s ears were a mess. He added that no medicine or amount of prayer was going to change the fact that his ears were covered in mucus, and his hearing was comparable to that of someone underwater. Surgery was a must. Anything short of a miracle would not suffice.
Fortunately for my son, I know a miracle worker who doesn’t have to obey the laws of nature. My doctor was headed off on vacation and when he returned in a week’s time, the surgery would be scheduled. I had one week. God had one week. My son was placed on several prayer lists, and I recruited every prayer warrior I knew to start praying for a miracle.
I must admit, that a week went by and I didn’t see any visible change in his hearing. The television still blared and numerous “what did you say” still echoed from his mouth. I never lost faith. But, I did remind God politely that my son's appointment was the next day, and that if He didn’t do something quickly, the surgery would be scheduled for that week. That night, I went to bed a little discouraged.
Fortunately, my prayer warrior sister-in-law did not. Her faith was not based on circumstance, but on the word of God and His promises. Unbeknownst to me, she woke several times during the night, declaring healing over my son, claiming the scriptures that God gave for his children. “Pop” she kept praying. “Pop, in the name of Jesus!”
And that is exactly what happened. My son woke the next morning, and the first words out of his mouth were, “Mommy, my ears are popping.” After a few minutes, I noticed that his hearing was improving. I kept adjusting the volume of my speech to see if he could hear, and miraculously, he could.
It was no surprise what happened that day. The doctor confirmed, to his amazement, that my son’s ears were completely healed. There was no evidence that he even had any prior ear issues. And to this day, he has had supernatural hearing.
We know that when Jesus walked the earth, He performed many healings, including the healing of the paralytic, Peter’s mother-in-law, the centurion’s servant, the woman with the issue of blood, and the ten lepers. Unfortunately, many people believe that these miracles were limited to the days when Jesus walked the earth, but I know differently.
The healing of my son’s ears is just one of the many times I’ve witnessed God’s miraculous healing power in my family and in those around me. All too often, we lose hope right before the miracle comes. I want to encourage you today – if you or someone you know needs a healing touch (physical or mental), Jesus is ready and willing for us to call upon him.
O LORD my God, I cried out to You, And You healed me.