Healing Perspective

I prayed for years for my dad to be healed.

He was diagnosed with throat cancer in 1998 (If memory serves me correct).

He had surgery to remove the mass on his neck (Taking some nerves, etc along with the cancer) and went through radiation and chemo.

The cancer went into remission and didn’t come back.

At all.

Ever.

Then, about 10 years ago he was diagnosed with Parkinson’s.

And we prayed for healing.

Dad prayed for healing. We all did. I even got my family together one night a couple years ago to pray for him specifically. And then again at another time.

We never really saw breakthrough, though, in regards to the Parkinson’s.

Since the cancer had been in his throat he had, over the years, gotten into some bad eating habits that was affecting his nutrition. It was more how he ate, not what he ate. He was aspirating his food because of the bad eating habits and consequently was not getting proper nutrition and so was losing weight. He had seen a Dr who helped him with correct eating techniques for his situation, but over the next few years it wasn’t enough and about five years ago he had a G-tube put in.

Still, praying for healing.

Last December dad went into the hospital with fluid on his lungs. The doctors were still trying to figure out the cause when, in January, he passed away.

And I wonder why we never saw breakthrough in healing.

And why does God heal some people and not others?

Obviously, His ways and thoughts and perspective and actions are higher, much higher, and different, much different, than ours and He sees the beginning of all things and the end of all things and is over all things and has divine purposes and plans of which we know only a smidge of, if that.

I can only trust that He has only good intentions for all of us, in this life and how we pass from this life into the next.

I don’t know why He heals some and not others. My dad wrestled with this question a lot himself.

Talking this over with my husband recently, we didn’t come to any concerete conclusion (Probably because there isn’t one), but my husband was like, ‘But God did heal your dad.’

And he’s right.

Didn’t the cancer go away and never come back (That we are aware of)?

Yes. It did.

God did heal my dad.

Not only did he heal my dad from cancer, but in heaven, where he is now, there is no more pain, suffering, sorrow, tears.

There is only healing and life and wholeness.

Wrestling with the big question of ‘healing‘ I’m choosing to take the perspective and believe that God most certainly did hear our prayers and heal my dad in more than one way.

Totally Random Side Note: The night my dad passed away I went over to be with my mom and noticed the book my dad was in the middle of: ‘The Search for the Twelve Apostles‘. So much my dad! Always searching, learning, hungry for the things of the Lord, spiritually minded, fascinated with the things of God. But now, then, instead of reading a book about the Twelve Apostles, he ‘found’ them that night. 🙂