They had seen a miracle, and they just had to testify.
On that very first Palm Sunday, the people who watched Jesus raise Lazarus from the dead kept telling others about it. Jesus had said, “I am the resurrection and the life… Do you believe this?” (John 11:25). Yes, they believed, and, as a result, they witnessed a miracle. Now they couldn’t stop talking about it. Scripture says that, on Palm Sunday, “The crowd, which had been with Him when He called Lazarus out of the tomb and raised him from the dead, continued to testify” (John 12:17).
On Palm Sunday earlier this week, I felt something similar to what those early believers must have felt. They knew the reality of Lazarus’ death. They had been to his funeral and watched him be buried. They also saw Jesus show up, call for Lazarus and bring him alive out of his grave. Something incredible had happened, and, later that week, when Jesus rode into Jerusalem on a young donkey surrounded by jubilant crowds, these people praised Him because they had witnessed Him do the miraculous.
Ah yes, miraculous events, wrapped in faith, are life-changing.
Those people testified, and I testify, too, because the miraculous happened in my family this month.
For over three years, our firstborn Anastasha has intensely struggled with her health ever since she suffered a massive double concussion. It took her nine months to get back to some semblance of normal. However, instead of completely recovering, the jolt to her brain opened the door for autoimmune diseases to come in. These diseases attacked her body in so many ways that just about completely devastated her life, not to mention totally changed the course of our entire family.
Month after month, season after season, year after year, we have agonized, fasted, prayed, anointed with oil, changed our eating habits, adjusted our lives, and continued to beg God for a miracle. However, Anastasha’s health kept sliding downhill, and we felt helpless in the process, except to support her, search for answers, seek medical help, and continue to pray.
Then, this past week. Oh, my goodness, this past week!
Last Tuesday morning, I finished writing the Mommy Disciple Me lessons for Palm Sunday and Easter, lessons that can be summed up in, “I believe that Jesus is who He says He is and that He can do what He says He can do.” Yes Lord, I silently prayed, I choose to believe You even when I can’t see You. I believe You can do what You say You can do. You are the God of the impossible. Fumbling, stumbling faith in the darkness, trusting God no matter what.
Less than an hour later, Anastasha sent her father and I a text saying that God had miraculously healed her the night before. At first, I could hardly believe what I read, and then I couldn’t stop crying at her words. Honestly, every time I think about it, I still cry. That God would reach down and do the miraculous in my family’s life is beyond words.
Funny, I grew up in churches that taught that the healing gifts no longer exist today. I’ve long since outgrown that notion, because I’ve no need to put God in a box. I’ve seen Him at work, and I know He answers prayers for healing.
But would He answer those prayers for my own family’s life? Would He be willing to do a miracle for us?
We have hoped for this for three years and three months, even as we watched our daughter remain faithful to the Lord through the pain. Indeed, through this terrible ordeal, Anastasha has become a rock in faith. She has proclaimed the name of Jesus like never before (see encourage_all on Instagram or encourageallorg.wordpress.com). Even when doubled over in pain, crippled by terrible muscle cramps and debilitated by chronic fatigue, she has continued on, faithfully trusting Him and living out His calling in her life. In fact, it was by faith that she went to Tijuana for a spring break missions’ trip last week. We literally did not know if she’d be strong enough to do what her team was going to be doing or if she’d even have the food she could eat. But she went by faith, believing God called her to go.
God showed up on those streets in Mexico, delivering salvation and healing to those who cried out to Him. And that was more than enough. But then, He showed up for my daughter, too.
If Jesus rode into town today on a donkey, I couldn’t be singing or praising any more than I am right now.
God has done wonderful things for my daughter. Anastasha is healed. There is no explanation for this except that God has answered prayer and given us an extremely amazing gift. “Wonderful are Your works; my soul knows it very well.” (Psalm 139:14 ESV)
God, I believe that You are who You say You are and that You can do what You say You can do. Thank You, Lord, that You are the God of the impossible!
I have seen a miracle, and I just have to testify.
To see the Palm Sunday and Easter lessons surrounding this post, you can click here: Palm Sunday and Easter