Jesus asked the boy’s father, “How long has he been like this?”
“From childhood,” he answered. “It has often thrown him into fire or water to kill him. But if you can do anything, take pity on us and help us.”
“‘If you can’?” said Jesus. “Everything is possible for one who believes.”
Immediately the boy’s father exclaimed, “I do believe; help me overcome my unbelief!”
This is how we know Him. He sets the captives free.
I know this. I trust God. Or so I thought I did, until life hit me square between the eyes with a 2×4 – for the second time.
These verses from Mark – they were my lifeline a few years ago. I was battling depression, anxiety, and PTSD. Every day I would beg with all my heart that God would help me overcome my unbelief. I didn’t know how I could keep going. All I had was a shadow of hope that God might heal me. I didn’t really believe or understand how He could – but I knew I could pray this prayer and maybe He would instill me with the belief I needed to keep on living.
And He did. He healed me. He was faithful.
Fast forward to now…
My daughter has been facing some intense battles. Different from my own, but similar enough that I could feel her pain.
You would think I learned from experience that God is faithful to heal, but this whole thing has been a gigantic test of faith.
Do you trust me in this?
My heart beats out of my chest with uncertaintly.
I just don’t know…why is all this happening? Help me understand? Then I can trust you…
Throughout my daughters journey I, and so many others, have prayed for healing.
My faith has climbed the mountains, crashed into the ocean, dragged itself up to the shore begging, stood up shrouded in disappointment, cried out in anger induced mockery, and in some ways – accepted defeat.
I believed God could redeem the situation, but somewhere along the journey I lost the would.
He could heal her, but would He?
And here I find myself tonight, once again heart swelled into Mark 9:24.
“I do believe; help me overcome my unbelief!”
The most beautiful thing? God healed her even though my belief had faltered – greatly faltered. He knew my fragile humanity and took care of her before I could say yes God, I believe you can do this.
I thought my heart might explode into gratitude as she danced across my living room tonight proclaiming her freedom.
Have we put a great deal of interventions in place to help her – YES! Does she have some amazing people speaking truth into her life – praise the Lord YES!
But I know this for sure. There is only one who sets the captives free. Intervention has a profound impact – but there is only one that permanently breaks chains – and that is Jesus.
Do you know the first thing she requested as she began to emerge from captivity? That she be baptized. If that doesn’t convince me that Jesus has set her precious tiny adorable heart free – I don’t know what will.
My girl is free. Not because I believed. Because at first I didn’t…
My girl is free because those who God sets free are free indeed.
Chains no longer bind her.
She has a long road ahead, but she will never ever again be held by the bondage of the shame her heart was holding onto. God has called her by name, redeemed her, and called her blessed. She is His daughter. She has claimed her freedom. And although there will be struggles, she can never ever be bound by any chains the Lord can’t shatter into a thousand tiny pieces.
My girl is free. I am free. You are free.
Thank you Jesus, and once again, I do believe.