It was on Wednesday, 15th April, that I welcomed a lovely couple to Blenheim Lodge, our Bed and Breakfast in Bowness-on-Windermere. As per our usual check-in procedures, I signed them in, showed them their room and then offered them a hot drink in our lounge. The couple were staying in a room on the second floor of our house and I duly climbed up to the top floor with them and ensured that they felt at home. Then, I returned downstairs to make them a brew. It was lovely chatting with them in our lounge as they drank their tea whilst watching multiple yachts sailing on Windermere, with our Lake District fells in the distance.
The next day, I served our guests breakfast, cleaned and tidied the rooms, and then sat down to do some much needed administrative tasks. It was as I arose and put my weight on my feet that I felt a sharp pain in my left foot just above and around my ankle. Limping around is no fun when one has lots to do about a big house. Nonetheless, that was what I had to put up with. By nightfall, I could hardly make it down the stairs to our apartment and the only way for me to ‘walk’ upstairs was to improvise an odd sort of gait which included a little skip as I climbed up some rather deep steps.
On Friday morning, as I was serving breakfast to the same couple, the lady commented that I was walking rather stiffly. (Actually, I was limping but she was too kind to say so!) I told her that my foot was sore but could not understand how it had got that way. I explained that I had experienced a sharp pain and that since then, I had been unable to walk properly. ‘Oh,’ she said, ‘It could be a torn or sprained Achilles tendon. It took months of physiotherapy when I hurt myself.’ We compared symptoms and they were exactly the same: the same shooting pain, no swelling, and no bruising.
My guest’s comments made me think that I should telephone my doctor for an appointment. By this time, I could only limp with much discomfort and favoured my left foot as I could not put any real weight on it. The surgery was busy and so I was offered a telephone consultation at 10 am instead. The doctor asked me to describe the symptoms, whether my foot was feeling better, worse or the same, and whether I had any bruising or swelling. Having said that my foot was feeling much the same as the night before but that it felt heavy, I explained that I had plastered a huge Chinese plaster around my ankle in order to give it some support. At this point, the doctor told me to go in for an emergency consultation.
Meanwhile, since my injury, I had been praying sporadically for healing. One thing about working for oneself and actually doing the work itself is that one cannot afford to be ill or injured. I had to keep plugging on. After speaking with the doctor and realising that my injury might be more serious than I had thought, I prayed more earnestly to God for healing.
After speaking with the doctor, I continued with my chores but within 5-10 minutes, the pain disappeared. I was able to put my whole weight on both feet again without favouring the left one, and was able to walk normally without any discomfort any more. The sharp pain around my ankle had become a distant memory.
Later that morning, the same couple saw me and asked after my ankle. I told them that the pain was gone. The lady, who had suffered from the pulled Achilles tendon could hardly believe it. ‘Gone!’ she said. ‘Yes. Gone,’ I said. The couple could see that I was walking normally again. I told them that I had put a large medicated Chinese plaster around the painful part of my ankle the night before so as to give it some support. And I also told them I had prayed for healing.
My appointment with the doctor was at 12:15 pm. It was now just before noon. Should I take up my appointment or cancel it? In the end, I rang the clinic and cancelled the appointment.
I believe that God works miracles – even today. If He cannot work miracles now, then the miracle of salvation can hardly come to pass in this day and age. For salvation is the greatest miracle of all! The miracle of Jesus: dying on the cross so that His blood might take away our sins; His resurrection so that we, like Him, have become free of that sin to live Spirit-filled lives; and, of course, the promise of life eternal with the triune God in heaven. Oh, so often, I pray, and I plead for miracles – that my mother may be healed from Alzheimer’s Disease, that Ebola may be wiped out, that governments in this world would govern justly, and so on – but just as often, my prayers seem so ineffectual. However, I keep praying. Why?
1 Timothy 2:1-4
First of all, then, I urge that supplications, prayers, intercessions, and thanksgivings be made for all people, for kings and all who are in high positions, that we may lead a peaceful and quiet life, godly and dignified in every way. This is good, and it is pleasing in the sight of God our Savior, who desires all people to be saved and to come to the knowledge of the truth.
Blenheim Lodge . . . panoramic Lake views, peace and tranquillity, nestled against acres of beautiful fields and woodlands, in the heart of the English Lake District National Park.’