By Cheri Swalwell
My husband became very sick approximately five years ago. It took a long time to find a diagnosis and, in all honesty, I don’t know if we still know the extent of his illness. After visiting countless medical doctors, running numerous tests, etc. he wasn’t improving and just existed, not the kind of life he wanted or needed with three young children at home.
About three years ago, a family friend had a positive experience with a holistic doctor about two hours from our house. Insurance wouldn’t cover the costs and it would be a leap of faith to try this route. We were already in debt due to medical expenses and other financial issues that had arisen. We made that first appointment and decided to see if this man could offer us hope that other medical doctors could not.
The appointment itself went well. His condition was bad (that we knew) and it would take a long time to restore his health to what it once was, let alone have the quality of life he deserved. And, it was going to be expensive.
After we left the doctor’s office, I was trying not to panic. I’m the one who runs the numbers in our house, and I didn’t see how we would be able to afford the regimen that they suggested without getting further in debt, but I didn’t know how we could not afford the regimen they suggested when it meant my husband’s quality of life would be restored. We were sitting there talking quietly, and I had just finished telling my husband that I really believed God sent us to this particular doctor and we were going to have to step out in faith, believing that this was God’s answer to our many prayers.
As I finished speaking, we rounded the corner (this was an unfamiliar road as the GPS was taking us home a different way than it took us to the appointment that morning), and covering an entire billboard directly in front of us was our family verse: “With Jesus (God), all things are possible. Matt. 19:26.” I looked at my husband, he looked at me, and we knew that it was going to be okay. God was with us, He was giving us that assurance that He would provide, and we just needed to keep walking. We bowed our heads and thanked Him right away for giving us the answer our faith needed at that particular moment.
Every time we drive that road coming home now, about three to four times a year, I look for the sign. It’s an outward reminder that God is not only faithful, but He’s so personal too!
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