and locking every single time. I have had a plica in my knee for about 2 ½ years now. I had my right knee operated on before I got pregnant with my now sixteen month old daughter. At that time, the doctor told me that I had a slight plica in my left knee, but I might go away on its own. Unfortunately for me, it didn’t. I couldn’t sit down with my knee in a 90 degree angle for more than a few second. It was agony at the end of the day (or even beginning for that matter) to get up from a sitting position. It was affecting every single part of my life. I was almost at the point of making an appointment with my doctor when I half-jokingly said, “Well, it’s either time for Jesus to heal the knee or I’m gonna have to get surgery”
During this whole time that the pain was at its worst was when Pastor Scott starting asking people to stand for healing. I don’t quite know why I never stood for healing. Pride, a sense of unworthiness, who knows… I kept telling myself (I had missed one week when Pastor Ed had called
God touched me and healed me of the plica in my knee. A plica is if you can imagine putting a rubber band around your knee and tightening it. That’s essentially what a plica is. It’s a fold of skin that for some reason on some people doesn’t dissolve when you’re born. And sometimes it gets irritated, gets tighter around the knee, and when it gets tighter the band gets thicker. Repeat this until it’s almost impossible to straighten your knee without intense pain
for knees to be healed), well maybe next time he calls for knee… you never called for them specifically again and yup, you guessed it I never stood up! Silly me! It was also during this time that my husband Paul, was praying for the pain in my knee every night at bed. It was usually as I was drifting off to sleep and sometimes I could even feel him reach over and touch my knee. He had been praying I believe for about a period of a month almost every night when one morning I work up feeling especially refreshed. Like I had had a really good night’s sleep for the first time in a long time. (the pain had begun to affect my sleeping habits as well and I was probably only getting around 4 hours every night). I got out of bed and was half-way down the steps before I realized there was no pain. NONE at all…. Not even a twinge! This was huge! I got downstairs and tried to do a squat…something I could not previously do because of horrid pain. You guessed it… I could do one!
Praise the Lord for His healing power!
