I sat on the edge of my bed taking my blood pressure and as I waited to see the numbers, I remember thinking to myself that if it is within normal range than I am finally healed of this symptom resulting from Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome (PCOS). However as the numbers appeared and I saw 160/92, I heard a whisper that said, “Not healed yet.”
Each morning when I would pluck 15 dark coarse hairs from my chin (so embarrassing to even type), I would hear the whispering voice say, “Not healed yet.” And as my menstrual cycle would go past 30 days…then 40 days…and even 50 days, I could hear that same voice quietly reminding me that my body? The one betraying me? Was simply not healed.
At least not yet.
It wasn’t until I looked in the mirror one day while wondering when I would be healed of this dreaded illness that consumes my entire being and robs me of my ability to grow my family, that I heard a different voice…a different whisper. This one said, “Daughter, by My Son’s wounds you ARE healed.” I laughed! If I am healed, then why do I still see the evidence of this devastating disease? Why do I still have high blood pressure, excess facial hair, insulin resistance, lack of ovulation and long cycles? Why am I constantly staring at one pink line, never two? I couldn’t possibly be healed!
At least…not yet…
It wasn’t too long after that morning, while in prayer that I realized the voice I had been listening to, the one telling me I wasn’t healed yet, was my adversary. Satan. The father of all lies feeding me the lie that my healing of Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome (PCOS) was a work to be completed rather than already finished. Isaiah 53:5 says that by His wounds we ARE healed. It doesn’t say we might be…will be…could be…but ARE. God wants you and I to know that what we desperately need Him to do for us has already been done. Jesus’ finished work at the cross satisfied the Father’s heart. And so from heaven’s throne came the pronouncement, “It is done!” in response to Jesus’ cry, “It is finished!” on earth.
Today, I no longer focus on what I see or feel, or the presence of contradicting reports. I now realize and remind myself that they are just lies from the enemy. And though they are real, very real, I know that they are temporal and not the Truth. God’s Word is Truth and when you and I start believing only what He says about our situations, then change begins to happen. I am living proof of this as I can testify that once I began believing and even declaring the Truth that by His stripes I am already healed, even though I had zero evidence to prove it, my cycles slowly became much shorter and ovulation started occurring naturally. The 15 hairs on my chin went to 10, and on some days, just a few. I even started noticing a change in my perspective. I no longer felt defeated or hopeless. But rather empowered and strong.
And so my question to you today is this: What do you see when it comes to your healing? Do you see a finished work or a work that is yet to be completed? Because friends, we can’t look to our circumstances. We can’t listen to the voices of our fears, doubts, and worries. We can’t even look to the reports from our doctors as being the absolute truth. Instead, we need to look to the Cross. And we need to listen to the voice of our loving Father who is proclaiming, “It is done!” And we need to turn our ear to hear the sweet voice of His Son who is crying out, “It is finished!” Because sweet friend, it is. We are called to walk by faith, not by sight (2 Corinthians 5:7). And faith says you are healed.
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