I have been blessed to experience God’s healing in my life in many ways.  This next story cracks me up every time I tell it.

About six months after being healed from Diverticulitis, I began having difficulty seeing.  I actually thought it was foggy everyday in Bend Oregon, where it is high dessert and there is no fog.  Each day, my sight was worse than the day before.  I began to feel it was not safe to drive and I could not read to my children at bedtime.  I decided I better make a appointment to see the eye doctor.  She discovered I had cataracts in both eyes.  She was puzzled and starting asking me a ton of questions about our crash, or if I had ever used steroids (which I hadn’t) I was only 38 years old and this severe of cataracts was very rare.  The doctor wanted to schedule me to have the first eye worked on right away, the other would be four weeks later.  We had plans to move back to San Diego in the next two months, and these surgeries were not in the plan. We began to pray and seek God for healing and wisdom concerning this.

First of all, we didn’t have the money or insurance.  We also did not know if we should wait and do the surgery in San Diego or in Bend.  As we prayed, the Lord showed us to go ahead and have the surgery in Bend.  We talked with the hospital, and they were willing to put us on a payment plan.  We borrowed $500.00 from Brew’s mom for a down payment, and would continue to make payments on the balance of $7500.00. Yikes!

I went in for the first surgery and it went well. However, it was really tough for me to get used to having one eye fixed, and the other all foggy and blurry.  It was a rough month of adjusting to the new lens and the glare I experienced each day.  We had the second eye surgery, and praise God all went well. One day, as we were packing and preparing to go back home to San Diego, I got a phone call from the hospital’s accounting department.  My daughter answered the phone and handed it to me.  “Is this Sheri Briggs that I am speaking to?” yes, I said.  “We have misplaced your financial agreement for your cataract surgeries.  Therefore, you will not be financially obligated to pay the hospital for your surgeries and aftercare, and we are sending you your $500.00 back.”  ‘WHAT?”  She repeated herself and said, “Just consider your new eyes a gift.” and she said good bye.  I COULD NOT BELIEVE IT!  I hung up the phone cracking up at what the Lord had done.  My family came running in asking why I was laughing and crying at the same time.  I told them the story.  GOD HAD HEALED MY EYES THROUGH THE DOCTOR AND PAID THE BILL!!!! What a moment. Now my new eyes could see beautifully and clearly and with no debt involved!

In the Hebrew, YHWH (YAHWEH) means- I will be what I will be. I will be what is needed. Rapha means- To heal, to mend thoroughly, as to stitch.  HE IS OUR HEALER however He determines to do it!

In Awe of His Mighty Wonders!