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Keep the Mink; I'll Take Healing



I roared with laughter when I heard Joyce tell the story about praying for a Mink coat, not getting one, and watching her next door neighbor get one for a gift. Joyce teaches how it pleases God when we have a good attitude minus the jealousy. It was entertaining to hear her tell it all and teach the lessons of waiting on God, but not the least bit funny when it happened to me last week.

I’ve not been praying for a mink coat, but I have been asking God for healing. I put my hand on my inflamed joints and stretch out my other hand in agreement when the 700 Club prayer time comes on the show.

Last week I had lunch with my girlfriend, Mo who is married to a rich lawyer from Scottsdale. Mo’s been having pain in her right hip just like me. She told me over lunch how she went to her doctor and told him that the day before her scheduled appointment, she just happened to see the 700 Club and prayed with them, claiming healing for her hip and woo-la, she got healed immediately. Her doctor confirmed her healing, gave her a few exercises to do, and praised God with her.

I am so happy for Mo. Because of Joyce’s teaching, I know that attitude means everything when you see your girlfriend get the jackpot you’ve been hoping for. Truth is, God is awesome and has enough healing to go around for every single one of us. My miracle is coming!

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Comments

  1. Great testimony! I too have a pain in one of my hips but due to high deductible, have no idea what it is.
    I will have to watch the 700 club soon; I used to watch it all the time.
    Hugs, Noreen

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  2. I enjoyed your story so very much! I can never figure out why some are healed and other not or at least not immediately. Using natural home remedies helps me. Cod liver oil for joints and my brother in law uses a Tablespoon apple cider vinegar with honey he says does wonders.
    Thank you for sharing at “Tell Me A True Story” Blog Party At http://letmetelluastory.blogspot.com/

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  3. I love that you are praising God for your friend's healing. Joyce's story hits home. It can be hard to see others who seem to get answers to prayer. But I have to remember that He always answers. It may be yes, no or not yet. And His timing is always perfect. Praying that you will be feeling better soon and have that miracle of your own. But through the pain you share a testimony of love.

    Blessings and love,
    Debbie

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  4. You're beautiful attitude is what is glorifying God right now. That's what it's about. Soon we will live with no more pain or tears, for now we glorify God that other's may wonder at our attitude and seek the one that provides something so strange...

    Blessings, Debbie

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  5. Your story is a great reminder to be happy for others good fortune. Not always easy. You're right. There are more than enough miracles to go around. I'm praying for healing for your hip pain and for my back pain. Two more miracles are easy for God.

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  6. I love your attitude! And, YES, your miracle is coming!!!

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  7. What a loving testimony to all us...I pray you will receive your miracle at just the right time as God is always on time.....

    I pray you are blessed beyond measure during this Easter season.....

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  8. Sometimes I remind myself that God has no watch and no calendar. Then I steady myself for the wait of faith. I love to witness His acts of amazing grace, though I must confess sometimes I look at my watch as though He's tardy :)

    I've got arthritis in my hands & lower back. It's such a great reminder for me to number my days that I might gain a heart of wisdom.

    Hugs & blessings,
    Kathleen

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