I remember all to clearly. The day that I was diagnosed with high blood pressure was the day my life changed for the better. Better?! Yes, better and you’ll see why in a moment.
Before I was diagnosed, I dealt with headaches, migraines, and dizziness. I was sleepy all of time. I was nauseous. And my entire body just seemed out of whack. All of this came to mind as I sat in the hospital. Hours before my visit to the ER, I left church feeling dizzy, nauseated, and faint. I had no idea what was going on. A nurse that happened to go to the church took my blood pressure and told me that it was very high and that I should go to the hospital. At that time, I lived in NY. I was in the city at the moment and did not want to visit the ER there. So my friend drove us home to Westchester and I went to the hospital there. The doctor confirmed what the nurse told me, I had high blood pressure. He advised me to see my doctor. I went for a follow up visit with my primary care physician and she wrote me a script for meds to control my pressure. At the time, I really didn’t think anything of it. I actually accepted this and thought, “well if this is what I have to do, I’ll do it.”
Let’s pause for a moment and look at what was just written, “I accepted it.” I had no idea how much I was hurting myself by accepting these words. I had no clue at the time that I had the authority to speak to my body nor did I grasp the real meaning of faith and what it could do for my life. Accepting the words of the report I received canceled the word of God. It caused me to remain stuck and therefore affected my walk with Christ. For the Bible says, “without faith it’s impossible to please God.” Impossible. I wasn’t pleasing God at all.
Ok, let’s resume. I started to take the meds. I didn’t feel any better though. Mind you, this part of my life was very tense. I was living an unhealthy lifestyle both mentally and physically. My diet was terrible. I was always stressed. I didnt workout. Well…to sum it all up, I didn’t like life. I didn’t want to live. (that’s another story for another time).
Fast forward 7 years or so…April 2017. This was the month that I decided that I was going to come off of this medication. I really just woke up one day and decided to trust God to do it for me. Not only did I want to trust Him, I was now living a much MUCH healthier lifestyle than I was in NY. So now I had to see my dr because I wanted to do it the right way. I told her my plan, that my diet was healthier, and my workout schedule. She gave me the ok and suggested how to come off. Then she proceeded to say, ” don’t get discouraged if it doesn’t work. This is hereditary so It may not.” I rejected her words. I know she had to advise me as my doctor, but I refused to accept that this would be my reality. I refused to allow anyone to limit God…including me.
Let me say this. Since I made the choice to accept God word for my life and was healed, I have ran into a few people with illnesses. Some were Christian’s, some weren’t. They felt that they HAD to have whatever they did because it was hereditary. They accepted that they had to live with the illness forever because Aunt Sue and grandfather BoBo suffered with the same. NO!!!!!! I am a living witness that God heals. If you just believe, Amy is possible! But my point is, God used my testimony of healing to witness to them. This is the coolest part to me. For me to tell of Gods faithfulness and promises is a delight. Bringing Him glory is my main focus.
Ok, now that I had a plan, my journey could begin! I was on 2 meds and I just KNEW I would be off of them in a month. My mind was made up. My faith was up. I was prepared to tackle this illness and give it my all. My doctor recommended halving the meds along with healthy eating and exercise. The first week was a breeze. Normal readings all week. Week 2, the same. “Oh I have this in the bag for sure. Thank You Jesus. ” Week 3/4 a little unstable, but nothing to worry about. Week 5, high.
Week 5 took me for a loop a little. But I knew that the medication had to fully get out of my system. So I won’t sweat it. It will come down for sure. And you know what, it did. Aye!! (this is when I did my happy dance.)
I don’t get comfortable though. I am prepared to do whatever it takes to keep a normal reading. Even if this means cutting out foods I love and going to the gym allllll of my life. I’m ready.
So here I am celebrating success, Normal readings, and of course my God!
Then…BOOM!!! My pressure started to raise again. It started to increase the beginning of the week and gradually got higher. Let pause here for a moment. Think about it… here I am putting my faith out there AND doing my part and you mean to tell me my pressure is going to raise like it’s doing. I mean it had gotten up to 149/105 one day. I was frustrated and emotional. But I had to make a choice. No matter what, I was not going to let my faith in God waver. I was not going to take another pill. I was not going to throw a pity party. But I decided to pray and praise my way through this. He even called me to fast. Because we know that “these things only come out by prayer and fasting.” My confidence in Jesus is real and I made up in my mind that I was going to trust Him and believe Him for complete healing.
This choice allowed my faith to grow. It pushed me towards Christ instead of away. It caused me to speak His word more. It increased my prayer time. It allowed me to become dependent on Him. It caused me to work for what I wanted. I was prepared to stay in His face until this good work that He started in me was made complete.
Did anyone catch that? James 1:2-4 says “Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything.” This situation propelled me into the presence of God and taught me how to believe, patience, perseverance, trust, and wisdom. It gave me a “I will bless the Lord with all my heart” attitude. It drove me to my knees. It allowed me to see me and just how much self discipline I had and how much more was needed. Most of all, it gave all glory to God. I spoke about Him. I posted about Him. I shared of His greatness. I made His name great. So I choose to believe in His word because it is true.
Now can you see why I said my life became better because of this? Yes? Ok, good!
Can I ask you something? What are you believing God for? If it hasn’t happened yet, don’t give up. God honors His word. Speak His word, trust Him, and let Him be God. Be sure not to complain. Complaining prolongs the blessing. Instead of complaining, praise. I guarantee God will honor the good attitude verses the moaning and groaning. Be of good cheer. God sees you and He is going to work it out for you. God thinks you’re worth the promise. Hold on to His word!!