Longing for Our Heavenly Dwelling

Longing for Our Heavenly Dwelling

Here’s a truth worthy of deep reflection: 

Our spirits within us long for our heavenly, eternal home.  We yearn to have our flawed, imperfect humanity swallowed up by eternal life and eternal love.

For we know that if the earthly tent we live in is destroyed, we have a building from God, an eternal house in heaven, not built by human hands. Meanwhile we groan, longing to be clothed instead with our heavenly dwelling, because when we are clothed, we will not be found naked. For while we are in this tent, we groan and are burdened, because we do not wish to be unclothed but to be clothed instead with our heavenly dwelling, so that what is mortal may be swallowed up by life.  (2 Cor 5:1-4 NKJV, emphasis added)

He will swallow up death forever, and the Lord God will wipe away tears from all faces; the rebuke of His people He will take away from all the earth; for the Lord has spoken.  (Isa 25:8 NKJV)

For the perishable must clothe itself with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality. 54 When the perishable has been clothed with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality, then the saying that is written will come true: “Death has been swallowed up in victory.”  (1 Cor 15:53-54 NIV)

When Isaiah 25 speaks of God wiping away tears from all faces, I believe that He is referring to our arrival in heaven, when all of our past shame and guilt AND any possibility of future sin will be extinguished forever.

All sorrows, sins and shortcomings from our earthly lives will be forgotten, and the prospect of eternity in the presence of our God and King will be our entire focus and purpose.

Just think about eternity spent in an atmosphere of perfect, unconditional, unfailing LOVE!  That is our beautiful, blessed destiny.

My Healing Testimony

My Healing Testimony

In the spring of 1974, I was experiencing severe pains in my left side. 

These pains concerned me because I had experienced similar pains in 1966, and they had been diagnosed as an ovarian cyst on my right side.  I was 18 years old in 1966, and my family doctor recommended surgery, since the pain was increasing.  When he removed the cyst, which was as large as a navel orange, he also needed to remove the right ovary because it had been distorted.  Later, the physician told me that if I had waited any longer, I would have gotten peritonitis because the cyst was beginning to rupture.  He also told me that he didn’t know if I’d be able to have children, because everyone’s body responds differently to the surgery and to having only one, remaining ovary.

In 1974, I was attending a good, Foursquare Gospel Church where miraculous healings were common.  I knew a number of Scripture verses concerning healing, and wanted the Lord to heal me.  I was a baby Christian, and this was a big step of faith for me to take.  First, I went to see my doctor who looked very worried, and told me I had a cyst on the left ovary.  Because I was young, he was reluctant to immediately schedule surgery for me because it would effectively sterilize me, so he gave me some medication to take for three months.

A friend (who later became my husband) and I prayed every day for three months for my healing. Our prayers were based upon: For I am the Lord who heals you.  (Ex 15:26 – as well as Mal 4:2; Mat 4:23; 8:17; & 1 Pet 2:24)  

One Sunday night, just before I was scheduled to return to my doctor for a checkup, our church was holding a Candlelight Communion Service.  We were taught regularly by our Pastor to expect to receive healing during the Communion Service, therefore I participated in the service with great hope in my heart. 

After receiving Communion, the congregation was quietly and worshipfully singing:  “Reach out and touch the Lord as He goes by . . . you’ll find He’s not too busy to hear your heart’s cry . . .” Just at that moment, I became physically aware that the Lord Jesus was close to me, while I simultaneously felt His overpowering love, a sensation like warm oil flowing down over my body, and something like an electrical charge surging through me.  It all happened so very, very quickly.

Instantly, I turned to my friend to tell him that I was healed, as tears of joy and thankfulness streamed down my face.  He was astonished but rejoicing with me.  He told me that he had felt someone brush between us.  He had even opened his eyes to look because the impression was so vivid, but he saw no one.  After hearing my testimony, he understood that he had felt the presence of Jesus!

The next morning (the day after I was healed), I was scheduled to return to my doctor.  He completed the exam and confirmed that the cyst was gone!  And I told him that I had been instantly healed by Jesus.  He was happy for me, although I think that he was slightly skeptical.

I will remember this miracle forever.  I have honored the Lord for this breathtaking miracle every Thanksgiving Day since then by thanking the Lord for the gift of my four, beautiful children.  Without that miracle, I would have been sterilized and unable to have children.  I also recall and re-live the depth of the love and caring that Jesus communicated to me in that miracle moment, 43 years ago.  This memory will remain with me forever.

Additionally, I have personally experienced many, many miracles since then.  So have my husband and children.  My life with Jesus has been exciting, occasionally challenging, and incredibly worthwhile.  I’m a senior citizen now; and look forward to the days ahead because the Lord tells me that the best is yet to come!  Praise the Lord!