Brokenheartedness To Breakthrough
Week of December 15, 2013
“The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he has anointed me to preach the gospel to the poor; he has sent me to heal the brokenhearted, to preach deliverance to the captives, and recovering of sight to the blind, to set at liberty them that are bruised,” -Luke 4:18
An interesting thing happened to me last week while walking in my neighborhood. About two blocks from my home, I was struck in the eye with a rock that was intentionally hurled at me from a car driving by. Yes, it was painful. Yes, it was shocking. And yes, I lost part of my vision. But to see such evil in action also hurt my heart. I believe it hurt God’s too.
I believe God purposes everything that touches us. And my heart had no understanding of this incident at all. So I immediately sought the Lord. Then I watched Him turn this tragedy into triumph miracle by miracle.
Alone on the street, I saw (with my good eye) that a woman had just turned into her garage on her way home from work. I sought her help. She called 911 for me and stayed with me until emergency services arrived. The EMTs checked me out, and the policeman took vital information before giving me a ride home. By this time, it was nightfall. When I arrived home, I immediately called my husband and texted three of my best friends, asking them to pray for me. They each assured me they were on the job, and I knew they were. The blessing of four of my closest comrades covering me in prayer is one of the finest gifts God could have given me in this moment, and I am grateful.
Although I didn’t fall asleep until the wee hours of the morning that night, I felt the peace that surpassed all understanding the entire time I was awake. I knew God had heard their prayers, that He was with me and that He would see me through. Although I could not see entirely during those hours, I rested in the comforting presence of the Lord.
When I awoke the next morning, my vision had greatly improved, even though my eye looked worse. While searching scriptures that morning, the Lord immediately gave me Psalm 27:3, “Though an army besiege me, my heart will not fear; though war break out against me, even then will I be confident.” This confirmed exactly what was happening in my heart. There was no fear, only perfect confidence in the Lord.
I called my insurance company and found a local in-network ophthalmologist. Thankfully, he saw me that same afternoon. I received a hopeful report, a prescription for eye drops and an appointment to return the next day to see a retina specialist that was booked two years in advance.
While at my ophthalmologist visit, one of my praying friends emailed an invitation to me to attend a special healing service at a local church that night. I sensed I should go. This friend is Catholic, and I am not. But that didn’t matter to either of us because we both understand that God is bigger than any denomination or doctrine.
During this charismatic Catholic advent service, the priest spoke about the opposite of sin being praise, how praise shifts the atmosphere and lifts oppression off of us. My heart felt eager for a single touch from the Lord. The priest also spoke briefly of Saint Lucy, whom I knew very little about. We praised God for hours, which was so lovely and intimate. I could feel such peace and the presence of the Holy Spirit (Matt. 18:20).
After the praise session, I received prayer from a married couple in a corner of the sanctuary. It was there that I learned that Saint Lucy’s eyes had been plucked out because she had chosen to follow Jesus. Saint Lucy decided that she would rather be without eyes and live for the Lord than to see and be without Him. In the end, God miraculously restored her eyesight. The married couple prayed that God would miraculously restore mine; and they also prayed for me to receive an increased anointing to pray for others to have restored vision.
My heart soared with renewed hope. I had a renewed purpose outside of myself. I was excited to see how the Lord would continue to restore me so I could serve as a vessel to help restore others.
In God’s kingdom, nothing we go through is wasted when we turn to Him. I am amazed at how fast He can pivot circumstances. He is the God of the impossible. And we can do all things through Christ who strengthens us (Phil 4:13).
I visited the retina specialist the next morning, where I learned that my vision was restored and that surgery would not be necessary. Comfort and joy filled my heart.
What tragedy or heartbreak have you experienced? Psalm 34:18 tells us that God is close to the brokenhearted. God has different methods of healing, and He is not limited in resources. I believe there is no greater gift that sisters and brothers in Christ can give to each other than prayer. Do you have family and friends to pray for you? If not, you can do what I often do: Ask God to raise up intercessors day and night to pray for you. They will become a bridge to usher in heaven on earth for you. How has God restored your heart, your body and your emotions? Has He healed you over time or instantaneously? How has He supplied all your needs? How has He rescued you? How has God turned your pain into power to help others?
May this season of miracles shine brightly within your heart and upon those you love. May God’s glory prevail over all your circumstances and turn all your tragedies into triumphs. And may you know more love and more power that God longs to give to you. In Jesus’ name. Amen.