I recently acted on this verse. It took courage and I’m thankful for my wife for encouraging me to do this as I probably wouldn’t have done it on my own. I don’t really like to tell people about my struggle. My pride likes others to think that I have my act together.
We gathered on a Sunday afternoon—seven elders and my wife and me. They listened and asked a few questions. One of them called for a flask of oil and explained what they were about to do. They gathered around me and laid hands on me and prayed. I didn’t feel anything special—no sensation of warmth or jolt of lightning shoot through me. My wife wept quietly. After they prayed, I thanked them and we left.
A couple of days later, I was struggling again. And since that day, I haven’t noticed any difference in the degree or nature of my troubles.
However, one of the best things was receiving some wise input from them. They told me of others who had similar issues and whom God had used mightily throughout their lives. They said God might choose to heal me, and He might not. They made no guarantees and I appreciated that.
Frankly speaking, asking the elders to pray for me was like checking off a box. That was one thing that I had never done in my quest to get better. I wish that I had more faith and trusted God instead of some prescription for healing. Will God choose to heal me one day? Who knows. In some ways I wish He would—it would feel incredible to not have to deal with the anxiety and other obsessions. On the other hand, I’m not sure I’d know what to do with myself if I were free. That would be pretty scary in itself.
Although I’m back to “normal,” I’m thankful to God for some wonderful, wise elders and a supporting, encouraging wife.
I’ll keep battling.