Day 559

The past month has been filled with prayer, we admit some worry, but mainly hope. Hope has always been one of our favorite words. It's a word that invokes so much emotion in my heart. Many people say they have hope but sometimes hope can be viewed as something people have because they simply cannot handle how hard life is, they must have hope almost as a survival mechanism. But that's not the hope I have; my hope is not a feeling or a coping strategy, it's a person, his name is Jesus. And my hope goes even deeper than that, my hope is not simply in the Godman but in His words. There are words in the bible that spur me on and give me purpose and hope but the word i particularly speak of was spoken directly to me. The first night of Joshua Generation I was singing in worship, just enjoying the presence of Jesus when I began to sing a line of a song that said "you make all things new", all of a sudden I felt this peace,this revelation that those words were to be a promise from God that he was going to heal John's hips. It's very hard to explain but I know how to hear God's voice and I knew i had that night. The coming days involved our appointment with our orthopedic doctor; the whole experience was difficult, hearing him say there is nothing that can be done and eventually his hips will collapse and he will need a replacement. All the while as I sat in that office I just kept remembering the words "you make all things knew", as I stared at John's MRI and saw the tops of his femurs and 2 inches down darkened and dead I knew only God could heal this. The doctor said there was no way they would get better that once this bone died it was dead.It all seemed to final, so inevitable but we had HOPE.Before we even walked in that room God had given his promise and the test now, do we trust Him? Everyday we pray the same, "God we believe you have spoken that you will make all things new and we pray in that accord with your promise Lord. We declare as in Ezekial that by The spirit of the Lord these dry bones would come to life and be made new. We trust you. We love you. We believe you have already begun the healing. In Jesus name, Amen" All 120 people at Joshua Generation prayed the same thing. John and I in the coming days were able to be part of Joshua Generation; John taught the kids about science and myself and some other girl staff led the girls teaching. We made the decision a few days before outreach that we would not go, a hard decision with many tears but one we knew was best and right. The last 10 days we have been holding down the Boston base. John has been able to rest. A friend of ours Laura Messina helped us out immensely by providing John with some good quality supplements and vitimins which we know without a shadow of a doubt has aided his recovery! Between her wisdom and my friend Jen's advice we have been learning about a whole new world of natural health and how we can sustain Johns new immune system in a better way.And that leads up to today.The transformation is borderline miraculous. This time 10 days ago John could barely walk, just showering caused so much pain he would have to sleep most of the afternoon. He could not do anything without crutches.The past week he has barely needed his crutches, leaving the house many mornings forgeting them! "don't you need those" I would say, "O yeah I guess I better take them!". He says he feels great! Another evidence of healing is that for the last week I have not heard his hips crack, not once; before they would crack everytime he sat down. His throat has also dramatically improved just by drinking aloe juice twice a day! He noticed an improvement within 24 hours of drinking it. He has an appointment with GI next week in hopes of removing the stricture which remains. That brings us to today, one of the best days we have had in a long time. Our friend Annie let us stay for the weekend and we spent most the day in the pool hanging out, playing games and just laughing together. The water is great for John he says "I feel like I can do anything in the water without restriction".In the words of my father, "never underestimate the power of prayer"