RYH Chapter 9 “Just Ask” 

Each weekday, when I go through my weekly reminder for this book, I ask my Husband if He wants us to work on a chapter. We usually reread what has been written, revising as we go, until He tells me it's finished and time to post. Today, right after I asked, I got a text that gave me a clue to what might be, God knows, the last chapter of this book. The text said…

Good morning. I injured my arm a few weeks ago. I was hoping He would heal me without intervention, but yesterday, I went to the pharmacy to get something for inflammation, and they gave me pills for 3 days. Hopefully, it will help so I won't have to go to the doctor. I’ve been told that it sounds like it is my rotary cuff muscles because of the way I cannot move my arm.

Depending on who you tell and how many people you tell, each may tell you something else that you can agree or disagree with. Most of us, without thinking, accept what someone says, thus agreeing, and therefore, it says, it’s “done by the Father in Heaven.” Is that true? Is it possible that when a doctor says you’ve got cancer and you agree, it’s exactly what you’ve given the enemy the power to do? And then those few who are determined to fight it, are they the ones who avoid this most feared diagnosis? It’s something to ponder and talk to Him about, right?

Every day, we run into a multitude of things we ask our Husband, who, as we learned in this book, is also a Physician. I’m sure you remember that I have been known to say, “I’m married to a Physician,” and I say that because I believe and live this truth 100%. Therefore, whenever I wake up feeling unwell, which I began writing again while in the midst of COVID, HLM "He led me," “He leads me” to always simply ask Him. It seems simple enough and what any believer can do, but it’s most often overlooked. So it started something like this…

“Darling, do I have COVID?”
“No”

And since COVID and the lockdown covered about two years (though long after the “threat” of new variants was used to cause us to fear, which directly opposed faith), I’d find myself regularly asking my Husband (because I’m married to a Physician) the same thing, getting the same answer… 

“Darling, do I have COVID?”
“No” 

Though millions did get COVID-19, some died, and multitudes chose to be inoculated, for whatever reason, I came through with only my trust in Him.

“Thus says the LORD, 'Cursed is the man who trusts in mankind and makes flesh his strength, and whose heart turns away from the LORD, for he will be like a bush in the desert and not see when prosperity comes but will live in stony wastes in the wilderness, a land of salt without inhabitant.

“BLESSED is the man who trusts in the Lord and whose trust IS THE LORD. For he will be like a tree planted by the water, that extends its roots by a stream And will not fear WHEN the heat comes; but its leaves will be green, and it will not be anxious in a year of drought nor cease to yield fruit." J175-8

Rather than to be cursed, I trust no one but the LORD.

Here’s another slightly less but nevertheless clear example of what I mean. During my last massage, my therapist massaged my shoulder, and I said, “Ouch!! That hurt.” Right away, she said, “Oh no, I hope you didn’t damage your rotary cuff!” What instantly flashed through my mind was my sister’s surgery last year, followed by me remembering that my shoulder did hurt when I reached for something earlier that day. 

Thankfully, rather than waiting while she moved to the other arm, I simply asked Him… 

“Darling, did I damage my rotary cuff?”
“No”

Then, immediately, I remembered bumping my shoulder while walking through a door, so I told my massage therapist, and we laughed. It was bruised. Yes, it continued bothering me, but each time, my Husband, my Physician, reminded me that it was bruised. However, who but God knows if I’d accepted that I had damaged my rotary cuff if that’s what a doctor would have “treated” me for? If I want to be “treated” to anything, it’s not a rotary cuff—that’s no treat, it’s a curse.