This article was published in 2002 on www.ninetyandnine.com and can still be viewed in the archive HERE
I Had a Hole in My Foot! (Voted favorite title of the year: 2002)
By Laura Berger
August 26, 2002
I have always been the klutz. Our youth group takes it for granted that when I am around, something will always go wrong. I never once thought that God would use that for His glory. We were having a car wash to get ready for a youth convention in
Later that night the pain started to get much, much worse. I was in tears for over an hour as my parents tried to get me to an emergency room. Since our move to
So now, for another first since the move, I would miss church. We didn't own a pair of crutches and we still did not know what was wrong, so as soon as my mother finished leading the praise singing, she hurried home to take me to another doctor - one we knew for sure would x-ray me. As I sat there nervously wondering what to expect, the words that I had heard on the way home the night before came back to me, "I can heal you, you know." Even the day before, I had a feeling that this might be something serious.
When my name finally was called, I was wheeled down the hall to an examining room, then to x-ray, and back again. My mom, my dad (who had joined us), and I heard two people talking. "I have never seen anything like this before!" and then "What do they do for that?"
“Oh, God,” I prayed, “I hope that is not about me!”
When the doctor came in, he said, “Well, it is not broken, but.....”, then he pulled out the x-ray, “there seems to be a cyst in the heel bone of your foot.” In other words, somehow I had a hole that had filled with all sorts of things from my foot. I went home that night on crutches, with pain still intact.
I did not last at school; I had to be put in a wheelchair. This is where God used me the most. I had a bike horn on my chair, and I used it constantly. I played volleyball in P.E. I gave people rides. I met new people.
Our family doctor gave me some pain medication and explained in more detail about my blasts not keeping up with each other. We didn't really understand, but I was referred to a bone doctor about one week before youth convention started. When I came back, I was scheduled to have an MRI and a bone scan to prepare me for surgery.
Now, this is the awesome part. For some reason, at youth convention I had experienced a lot more pain. I would take two pain pills just to be able to go hang out at the mall. I had a friend with me from my P.E. class at school. Her first time service had only been a couple weeks before at a Lock-In/Youth Rally.
One afternoon I just cried on one of my best friend's shoulders. "Why?" I asked. "Why did God let this happen? I can't take this anymore! I hate not being able to do anything! I cannot even do something simple! When I do, I am told that I am just faking it when all along I am hiding my pain to have pillow fights and other fun!”
Then my friend told me how God would never give me anything He knew I could not handle. My friend reminded me that this had happened for a reason and encouraged me not to give up.
During the altar call, my friend went down to pray. As I sat in the back alone because everyone had gone to the altar, a fight raged within me. I knew she was going to be filled with the Holy Ghost. This was the first time I had ever been able to get one of my friends from school to come to church and like it. I did not want to miss out on this one! I told God that I didn't care if it killed me; I was going down there. I went down and told her that she was not there by accident and a whole bunch of other stuff that came to me at the time. Instantaneously she was beautifully filled with the Holy Ghost.
We had to go home the next day because our youth pastor was sick, and my parents told me I still had to be in a wheelchair. I soon proved to them I was healed when I remained pain-free. When I went to get an MRI and bone scan, a hole could not be found! A technician was called in because everyone thought the machine was broken! When I went back to the bone doctor, he said I did not need surgery if there was no hole, and since they did not have my x-rays that I should just make an appointment in six months.
It has only been about two months since then, but I still will sometimes get a chill when I do something simple like walk down a flight of stairs, or run away from someone in a water fight, and I have to just stop and say “Wow!” and “Thank you, Jesus!”
© 2002, Laura Berger
Laura Berger is patiently waiting the three months until she is 16 in
Re: “I Had a Hole in My Foot!”
March 6, 2006
Thanks for sharing this. It was so encouraging to read. God is good! I especially like how the author gave glory to God. I know this pleases Him greatly.
Gillian Bolde, Georgia