I never get sick! EVER! Until last week. I think Satan was saving it all up for a really important time-and then "Blam" he nailed me.
It was the week of Shareathon and the enemey decided to throw the flu at me. Awful. God managed to pull me through the shareathon and then forced me to rest up for a couple of days.
I woke up on Saturday morning (after moving to the couch earlier) and I recognized the healing. I just felt a ton better. I remember thanking God for the healing, and then closing my eyes and drifted back off to sleep.
I spent more time laying around this weekend than I can remember (fortunately there was a lot of NCAA Basketball on!)
Thank you for your prayers.