Last week, I began seeing a chiropractor. James wanted me to go to the family doctor, but I had no peace about doing that. I was suffering from a chronic cough that had become progressively worse over the last two or three months. My muscles were sore from my coughing fits and I hardly slept. My asthma came back and I was wheezing all the time, especially when I laid down at night. My sinuses were always full and my head hurt a lot. I used hot pacs on my head to bring me relief. Sudafed was my closest friend. I was miserable and I felt physically tense all the time. I prayed about what to do and I felt led to give Dr. K. a call. James had gone to him a couple of years ago. Well, praise God for His guidance, after several adjustments, I feel like I have a new body! All the symptoms I just listed are COMPLETELTY GONE!!! After attending a women’s conference a few weeks ago, I couldn’t get the word ‘adjustment’ out of my head. Well, now I know why!!!!
Dr. K. seems to be a very passionate person. After seeing him the first time, he sat down with me, his eyes full of tears, and told me I need to take care of my body. He gave his testimony of his fight with colon cancer last year and how his faith pulled him through it.
Well, this morning, before I left, he asked me if I wanted to hear a song he wrote. “Sure!” He got out a piece of paper. I figured he was going to read me some lyrics. Next thing I knew, he opened some doors in a cabinet in his office- revealing a stereo, cranked up some music, grabbed a microphone and began singing as if before a church full of people!!!! It was a worship song he wrote to a Neil Diamond tune. It was beautiful and his voice was super! He worshiped with all his heart. I thought, for a minute, that he may start dancing!!! After the song, another patient came in. Dr. K. began telling us about his cries to God, during his chemotherapy, and asked the man if he would like to hear a song that he wrote during that time. It was to the tune of Shiloh and it was a very touching song about crying out to Jesus during suffering. The man, who was displaying symptoms of Tou·rette syndrome or something similar, sat with his head bowed and eyes closed, while my kids danced.
I’ve never had an experience like this one, especially at a doctor’s office!!! I wondered on my way home, what my life would be like, if I had half the passion that Dr. K. has. Selah. . .
“Love without passion is dreary; passion without love is horrific.”