I want to share one of the most unexpected ways I experienced
God’s healing after my stroke.
Healing doesn’t always come the way we expect. For me, it didn’t come all at once. After my stroke, I longed for my speech to return overnight. Instead, progress was slow—frustratingly slow. Some days it felt like nothing was happening. But then, out of the silence, God showed up in unexpected ways.
One of those moments came through music. I couldn’t form sentences, but I could listen. As I sat in my living room, Christian songs played, and suddenly my heart opened. Tears poured down my face. I realized Jesus was meeting me—not through words, but through presence. Healing wasn’t just about my speech returning; it was about God reminding me I wasn’t alone.
The Bible reminds us of this truth in Matthew 8, when Jesus reached out to the man with leprosy and said, “I am willing. Be healed!” Those words echo through time. The same hands that formed the stars are still reaching toward us today.
Healing often comes in pieces: a word from a friend, a song on the radio, a Scripture that lights up your heart. It may not look the way you imagined, but it carries God’s fingerprints.
Maybe you’re waiting for healing in your own life. Remember this: God has not forgotten you. He is present in ways you may not expect. Watch closely. Listen deeply. Healing may already be closer than you realize.