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Discovering Extraordinary Grace in an Ordinary Life

When Healing Doesn’t Look The Way We Thought It Would

I was eleven, which is longer ago than I care to admit. Even still it gives me goosebumps.

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I was diagnosed with a rare nerve disease that had left me unable to use my left leg. Crutches, strong pain killers and a device that sent electric current to stimulate nerves was how I got through my days. The doctors were talking about surgical options, and the word amputation had been whispered when no one thought I was listening. It’s amazing how much you hear when you’re eleven.

Doctors and physical therapists were my friends and hospitals were no longer as scary as pain. This was my normal. So was prayer. People had been praying for me to be healed. I liked the idea, so I prayed, too. But nothing seemed to change. Until December 23, 1990.

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About Becky Hastings

I am emotional and logical. I am strong and dependent. I am a juxtaposition of head and heart exploring it all through writing. And in all my mixed-up ways I am loved. I'm here to tell you that you are, too. Just the way you are.

2 Replies

  1. Thank you for sharing your story :). God always knows what kind of healing we actually need far better than we understand what ‘healing’ should look like.

    1. Becky Hastings

      God knows. Always and forever. So grateful that He’s got a better handle on it than I do!

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