Scott and I have experienced a tremendous amount of tender mercies from the Lord in our lives. We have seen an increase in those tender mercies recently, and we have felt prompted to record our experiences. It took us a couple weeks to get this started, but we are beginning!
I have always had problems with my ankles. I had a really bad fall in high school (when I was 16) and I have never fully recovered. About a month ago, I fell. (That's a normal occurrence, though! I usually fall about 2-3 times a week.) When I fell this time, I hurt my knee. I had had enough, so I went to the doctor.
I asked Scott to give me a blessing the night before my appointment. I was blessed to be healed. I was told there was a long road ahead. In my mind, I translated that to mean surgery and then physical therapy. I went to the doctor.
After a long day up north, Scott and I learned what I kind of already knew--I had a partial tear of my talofibular ligament in my ankle and there were bone chips and bone spurs through out. I was recommended to an ankle specialist.
The ankle specialist had to be scheduled in advance, and, with strings my sister pulled, I was able to get an appointment for October 8th. My appointment is for next week.
Lately, Scott and I have felt that there is someone missing from our family. We knew this appointment has been coming up. I can't go through the physical side of this and be pregnant, so we have been putting off a decision of when to start trying for another baby until the appointment.
Yesterday was fast Sunday. I felt like I should fast for my whole ankle situation. I did, and through out the day, I kept feeling like I didn't need to see a doctor, that I would be healed. I pushed aside the thought several times, and I finally received the impression that I should ask Scott for a blessing.
As soon as we got home, I asked Scott to give me a blessing. I told him what I had fasted for, but I didn't tell him the answer I had received. He agreed. I distracted the kids. After Scott sad a prayer, he began.
I was told that the inspiration I had received was correct. I shouldn't go to the doctor. Because of the righteous desires of my heart (I believe because of our desires to be obedient and have another child) and because of my faith in Christ, I would be healed. I was told to understand that a healing like this takes time, but that I shouldn't lose faith. I was to remember that I had been promised I would be healed.
The idea of three kids (or even two kids and pregnant mom) is extremely scary. I know how hard it is now, and I can imagine how hard it will be. I was told that Heavenly Father is courageous and Jesus Christ, while on this earth, was courageous. I was instructed to be courageous. People who are courageous are blessed abundantly. As long as I am courageous, I will be blessed.
Heavenly Father told me that he loved and appreciated my willingness to bring questions to him with prayer. I was instructed to continue that. I was also blessed with a sensitive spirit, so I could listen to the promptings of the Holy Spirit.
It was a wonderful experience.
So, today, I am calling and cancelling my doctor's appointment. I am going to be courageous and I am going to have faith. Because I know He will heal me.
