Health has been a whole adventure lately. I have chronic pain, rooted in medical neglect in my youth. Stretching myself out to healing comes with: forgiveness, kindness to self, break subconscious habits, returning memories, and more. About 6 weeks ago the pain escalated. I haven't been able to work (and I run my own business) learning to prioritize myself. Seeing how others step up to keep the business going. All I could do was make walks, pray and journal. Feeling desperate how to make it to the end of the day (pain was a 9,5, interrupting my sleep, and laying in bed awake makes it worse). Second week, I had a deep mental dip. But then something happened. I got to witness about my faith and pray for baby Christians, shared to gospel and Jesus's love several times (literally thrown in my path) and every time I spoke up I felt my spirit in my coming to life. Like living water quenching my thirst. Then, a group of 4 believers took over an hour of their time to sit with me and to ask Holy Spirit how to help me. That in itself is healing on a soul-level. God revealed several things (curses spoken over me and spiritual attack stuff) we prayed through. From that moment on, I get restoration in my sleep again. My walks with God gave me insights, I used my forced free time to study the Bible, and keep encouraging others with what it teaches me. Sunday a week ago a friend texted me that they had an amazing church service on healing, and that they decided to come together that evening and told me to come. That afternoon I ended up after a walk in a rondom cafe, journal in hand, but my left arm was shaking uncontrollably (probably pinched nerve), and I look at it, knowing that this shouldn't be my normal anymore. At that moment psalm 116:7 came to mind where David speaks to his soul: 'return to your rest my soul, for the Lord has been good to me.' So I speak out loud in this café: Come to rest my body, trust your Maker. Instant calm. My body returned to its rest.