When the sea gulls soared in the night

How I found physical healing through prayer

A few years ago, while on vacation, I was at a hotel that had a wonderful view of the ocean. During the day I enjoyed the ships and boats sailing past my balcony, and in the evenings the sounds of barges coming in, blowing their whistles. The ebb and flow of the waves washing upon the shore has always comforted me, and sometimes I'd just sit on the balcony, carefully listening to all the sounds.

But on this trip, it wasn't a sound that would give me the strength and comfort I was seeking. Instead, it was a sight—one that I felt was a message from God. One evening, after a few full days, I began to feel very ill. The discomfort was tremendous. I couldn't relax or sleep. Things got worse as late night became early morning. I prayed, silently and aloud, for some relief and to feel God's ever-comforting presence.

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