My Story Of Healing

My Story of Healing

Fighting Lyme Disease And It’s Co-infections Is Hard

There were days of treatment that I did not know if I really had the will to go on. I begged God for healing or to let me die. I felt like such a burden on my family. One day, in particular, I was home alone and felt like I could barely drag myself from my bed to the kitchen just to take my twenty-plus morning medications. When I got to the kitchen, I held on to the counter to just stay upright, and I begged God to take this all away or take me.

Hope Renewed

At that moment, I had a picture of Jesus on the cross covered in wounds. In the vision, the wounds were not slashes; they were spirals, like the shape of the Lyme spirochete bacteria. It sounds a little strange, but in that instance, He reminded me He died for my healing, just as it says in Isaiah, “By His Wounds, You Are Healed.” My hope began renewing.

“But he was pierced for our transgressions; he was crushed for our iniquities; upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace, and with his wounds we are healed.”

Isaiah 53:5 ESV

I wish I could say God instantly healed me. He did not. Another year and a half went by fighting this disease. This spring, I was really feeling like myself again. Not marathon running, but functioning and enjoying life.

I was listening to stories of healing and books on healing. Over and over, God reminded me to give thanks for every step in the right direction. We often wait until the total healing to thank Him. I decided every day I would thank Him for every bit of progress. If I was upright, it was a good day.

A Turn For The Worse

In June, I took a turn for the worse. I felt like I had gone back about 9 months of my healing process. Babesia, a co-infection, put me in bed for ten days. The hope I had gained was running out. I had to get put on strong medications that I had previously taken, and my body was not reacting well this time.

One night, I was afraid to sleep because my heart was doing something strange. I cannot describe the way it felt other than completely irregular. Sam was away, and I just laid in bed, scared. I began praying.

My Prayer

“Lord, you never said no to healing. In the Bible, everyone that came to you for healing you healed. You died on the cross not only for my salvation, but also for my healing. I know your intention is for me to be healed. This could not have been your intention for my life. Lord, we have tried so much, and it has stopped working. The only thing left is for you to take this away.”

As I prayed, I felt heat move throughout my body, and I fell asleep in peace. A peace that only He can give.

“And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.”

~Philippians 4:7 (NIV)

The next morning, I felt better. Symptoms of Babesia had lessened. The day after that I worked in my yard, and I have gotten progressively better every day since. My doctor called during that week to check-in and asked about my current symptoms. I told him I was good. He said there was not enough time for the meds to work for me to feel this good. I reminded Him prayer was working.

August 16th, 2017 I sat in a wheelchair in my doctor’s office getting the diagnosis. August 15th, 2019, I got my PICC line removed and felt amazing. I am only on 2 medications and will hopefully be taken off them in a few weeks. GOD IS SO GOOD!

One last thing… Music has been a tremendous help for me as I have journeyed through this disease. The words of the songs expressed what I could not say for myself.

“Hallelujah For The Cross” by Chris McClarney