My gift to be healed

Emily Wright’s crippling leg, shoulder, and arm issues stumped doctors. Then dozens witnessed the power of audacious faith.

Emily Wright understands if you’re a little skeptical of miraculous healing.

She was too.

For years, all she got out of visits to doctors, specialists, and physical therapists were mounds of bills, lots of shrugs, and heaps of frustration.

Then something happened — well, actually, a series of things happened — that made her a believer that the Holy Spirit is supernaturally at work up to this day.

“I knew Jesus was a healer. I knew he performed miracles. But I never dreamed he would perform one in my body," Emily says. "There is power in the name of Jesus."

Emily is pictured with a co-worker in the physical therapist office where she works. Her locked elbow is taped up.

Puzzling Problems

Emily’s journey began on a snowboarding trip at Cataloochee, N.C., with a longtime friend in February 2015.

Early in the day, she fell on her outstretched arm. She didn’t think much about it — she kept on boarding.

But on the way home, she realized she couldn’t raise her arm to take her sweatshirt off.

Both a physical therapist she works for and a doctor confirmed that she’d separated the AC joint in her shoulder.

She was told two months in a sling would fix it.

It didn’t.

The first diagnosis was “frozen shoulder.” What followed was months of grueling two-hour stretching and therapy sessions three times a week.

When that didn’t work, she did surgery in October 2015.

Still no relief.

The girls were telling me they felt the presence of God, tangibly.

Then three months later, her elbow locked into a bent position and stayed that way — just above her jeans pocket. Sometimes it would shake violently with tremors.

Emily’s orthopedist wondered if it might be a nerve issue and referred her to a neurologist at Emory University for a battery of tests.

She underwent a nerve conduction study, an EMG test, and four MRIs.

Everything was clear. Everyone was stumped.

Another specialist checked for a condition caused by copper in the eye. (Nope.)

Then she did a whole body motion analysis. (Nothing abnormal.)

Finally, she got a second opinion from an expert at MUSC in Charleston. (Still no explanations.)

“They all agreed there was something wrong, but they couldn’t pinpoint what it was,” Emily says.

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She didn’t think things could get any worse — until they did.

During a workout at the beginning of 2017, she sprained her ankle.

Weeks later, well after the swelling had gone down, she’d nearly fall every time she took a step.

Nothing was anatomically wrong. Her physical therapist could only recommend more strengthening exercises.

Emily had to learn to walk in a different way. She kept her leg straight, led with her other foot, and dragged the busted one forward.

“It wasn't normal. It was slow and aggravating, but I wasn't going to let that stop me,” Emily says. “At least I could walk, and I was thankful for that.”

For any 27-year-old, the crippling injuries would feel devastating.

But Emily’s limitations — and the mystery surrounding them — seemed especially cruel for someone working as an assistant in a physical therapy office who understood human physiology well.

“I don’t normally cry, but I did a lot then because I didn’t know what to do,” Emily says.

Emily shows off messages of support before undergoing surgery, unsuccessfully, to improve the range of motion in her shoulder.

A Faith Challenge.

That was the backdrop for what happened at Gauntlet ’17.

Despite the major amount of walking she faced that week — up and down the beach, to and from the Ocean Center and hotel — she wanted to be there for her 9th- and 10th-grade girls. She had been leading many of them since kindergarten.

Emily herself had gone to Gauntlet since sixth grade — since before it was even called Gauntlet. (Back then, the week was called Survivor Camp.)

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Emily says.

Gauntlet week was challenging from the start. She limped around the best she could and iced her shoulder whenever she had the chance. She had to lean into the safety team and other volunteers to help her.

Still, she had a sense she was supposed to be there.

During the third evening session, she found out why.

At one point in the service, one of the worship leaders encouraged everyone to ask for healing.

Emily knew she had to respond. As if to make a point, her girls looked straight at her.

So Emily lifted up her good arm to invite people all around to pray.

“Nobody prayed out loud, but I felt the prayers,” Emily says. “I don’t know how to explain that. It was incredible. I sat there and wept. I just cried.”

Emily, top left, pictured in the Ocean Center at Daytona Beach with the girls in her room and her co-leader.

The Presence of God

After she’d scratched out with medical experts, Emily had often told herself — more rhetorically than anything — that only Jesus would be able to heal her.

But in that moment of communal prayer, she actually believed He could.

Emily was showered with supportive text messages and assurances from friends that they were praying for her.

“The Lord will heal you,” one of the messages said.

“Jesus sees you,” said another.

The following day, a KidSpring volunteer leader she served with told her that Jesus kept putting her on his mind and heart.

He knew someone who wanted to pray for healing over her, he said. Would you mind?

That night, Emily, her fellow volunteer, Leland, and a large group of students and adults met at the back of the auditorium to lay their hands on her and ask for healing.

Leland’s friend, Paul, began to pray and urged her to exercise her faith: “If you believe you have received this healing, it will be yours,” he said.

Around her, everybody was singing the chorus of one of the week’s worship anthems: “There is power in the name of Jesus.”

“At that moment, I felt the Holy Spirit going through my body,” Emily says. “It was a relaxing and warm feeling that went everywhere in my body from my head to my toes.”

As the prayer continued, Paul had asked her to try to move her limbs.

My healing was coming. I knew it.

Emily tried to lift her arm. To straighten her elbow. To flex her ankle.

She couldn’t.

In fact, she was carried to a car for the ride back to the hotel that night, and she needed a wheelchair to get to the room.

Nevertheless, Emily knew that during the prayer she had been fully healed.

“The girls were telling me they felt the presence of God, tangibly. He was right there. We felt him standing there with us,” Emily says. “I wish everybody could feel it. It was a powerful moment unlike anything I’ve ever experienced in my life. My sweet girls and I will never forget what happened that night and how the Father showed his power and poured out his love on each of us.”

Emily, center right, pictured with a group of the girls who prayed for healing. They celebrated the special moment in their hotel room later that night, with tears in their eyes and the joy of the Father on their faces.

Steps to Healing

On her return from Gauntlet ‘17, she proclaimed healing Scripture over herself every morning, claiming authority over the sickness, and commanding it to leave in Jesus name.

Whenever doubts would creep in — nothing had outwardly changed, after all — she rebuked Satan’s lies by reminding herself of specific Bible verses.

“It was rough at first,” she says. “I was just wrestling.”

But Emily knew she was healed.

"I believed it with everything in me," she says. "Some people gave me funny looks because what they could see with their own eyes didn't look like what I was telling them."

Emily saw it as her responsibility to believe it and speak it every day. And she asked others to agree with her in prayer, too.

A few weeks later, she and her physical therapist, a Christian believer, decided to stop therapy altogether, since her body was neither getting better nor getting worse.

“He said, ‘I believe your story, so let’s just stop it,’” Emily recalls. “I cried about it. I was fearful.”

Then at a Fuse gathering one night, she was walking between the main auditorium and student building to get her volunteer tag for the night when she began to notice her hobble was gone.

The Father is good, faithful, and loves us so much.

Emily saw that she was walking normally!

She rushed to tell her girls, as fast as she could now move.

“They went crazy,” she says. "My sweet little girls would encourage me so much to believe what had happened would come to pass."

A couple days later, Emily started running for exercise again. That seemed like the best way to work out her healing and act out of her faith, she says.

Then a week later, as she leaned her head over to brush her hair with her bent right arm, something felt different.

She still couldn’t lift her arm straight up. But she did notice that if she moved it in front of her face, she could raise her bent arm at the shoulder.

“I could do a semi-high-five, so that’s what I gave everybody,” Emily says about her unique way of celebrating. “My healing was coming. I knew it.”

Emily pictured with friend Ben after they stepped off the bus returning from Gauntlet. Ben, one of the people who sang over her at Gauntlet, prayed with Emily at a later date, and her arm was fully healed.

A Bold Move

Finally, in January 2018, she ran into one of the men who had sung over here at Gauntlet all those months earlier. He had made a habit of asking how she was doing.

This time, she told him about the healing in her leg, the lack of pain in her arm, and the modest improvements she’d seen in her arm’s range of motion.

Then he asked her boldly, could we pray one more time?

Just that day, Emily had a conversation at work about a strange urge to straighten her arm, even though she couldn’t. Perhaps, her full healing was at hand, the coworker wondered.

At Fuse that night, it happened.

Emily’s friend commanded the elbow to loosen in the name of Jesus, and immediately, she felt everything release. At that moment, the arm just straightened.

She knew she had to find her girls to show them what God had done.

“I gave them my arm, and it just straightened with no work. It went completely normal. It felt great!”

When she went to work the next day, she flaunted her astonishing new ability.

“I have something to show you,” she said. Then she shot her arm straight into the air.

“They went, ‘Oh my gosh!’ Emily recalls. “They had been praying and believing for a long time. I couldn’t wait for them to see it. It really happened!”

Emily pumps the air in victory with her straight arm. She celebrated her healing with a snowboarding trip to a resort near Breckenridge, Colorado.

A Supernatural Normal

Everything about Emily’s life is normal — back to what it was.

Except for Emily’s faith, that is. The changes there are unmistakable.

She trusts God’s promises like she has never trusted them before. She prays with more boldness than ever. She is eager to pray for healing for others.

And she has a conviction about why God chose to heal her progressively — the way it took so many people; the challenges of maintaining her faith in the coming miracle; the way she got to display it before everyone.

“I think maybe the Lord just wanted people to see it happen for the faith of the others involved — to grow their faith, and my faith, even more,” she says.

One more thing: A little more than three years after her snowboarding injury, Emily traveled to a resort near Breckenridge, Colorado, to snowboard again.

This time, no drama. Just pure joy.

“The Father is good, faithful, and loves us so much,” Emily says. "I just re-live it every day. I try to at least."

Sharing your story is a simple and powerful way to tell people about Jesus.

Sharing your story is a simple and powerful way to tell people about Jesus. By talking about what Jesus has done for you, it’s like joining a conversation God is already having with them.