The Vision That Healed Me

There’s a point in every healing journey when faith asks for more.

Not just belief — but vision.

After weeks of soaking in Jump by Steve Harvey, one slow chapter at a time, I began to feel something shift inside me.

My body was still weak. The dizziness came and went in waves. Some days I could barely focus on the words before my eyes — but my heart was wide open.

I remember one line hitting me like a holy whisper:

“You’ve got to jump. Take the leap of faith. If you don’t, you’ll never know what God truly has for you.”

And then, once again, the verse echoed in my spirit:

“Where there is no vision, the people perish.” — Proverbs 29:18

I sat there with tears in my eyes.

That was it.
That was what I had lost — my vision.

For months I had been praying to survive. But God wasn’t calling me to survive — He was calling me to see again.

Remembering My “Why”

So I asked myself: What do I want for my life?

The answer came in images — flashes of light, memories, longings too deep for words.

I wanted to push my children on the swings again, to feel their laughter spill into the sky.
I wanted to run and chase them through the park, barefoot and free.
I wanted to jump into the salty ocean waters of my childhood — to feel the cool waves wrap around me like God’s promise, and to share that joy with my kids.

That was my why.
That was my vision.

And even though my body was still frail, my spirit began to rise.

Creating the Vision

One quiet afternoon, I gathered what little energy I had.

I found a stack of old magazines, a pair of scissors, a glue stick, and a blank piece of poster board.

I sat on the floor — legs trembling, heart steady — and began cutting.

I cut out photos of women running along the beach, children laughing, a strong, radiant body, and the word “freedom” in bold letters.

I added the ocean, endless and alive, and a cross bathed in golden light.

At the top, I wrote in my own handwriting:
“God, show me how to live again.”

It wasn’t just art. It was prayer.
Every image, every word, was an offering — a declaration of what I believed God could restore.

When I finished, I sat back and looked at it through tears.

That board wasn’t a dream. It was a direction.
A covenant between me and Heaven.

Vision in Motion

Each morning, I would sit quietly before my vision board and pray.

I would imagine it as already done — my children’s laughter, the ocean breeze, the joy of movement returning to my body.

I didn’t wait to feel healed to believe.
I believed first — and my body began to follow.

The more I focused on the life I wanted, the less power my illness had.

My thoughts shifted. My energy shifted.
Even my pain began to change — no longer punishment, but a signal that something new was awakening.

Faith + Vision = Momentum

Faith gives you strength to stand.
But vision gives you a reason to move.

Without vision, we drift.
With it, we rise.

That board became my daily reminder that I was not my diagnosis — I was becoming my healing.

Every prayer, every bite of nourishing food, every boundary I set, every tear I cried — it all became part of the vision God had placed on my heart.

And slowly, piece by piece, my life began to align with that vision.

My strength returned. My spirit soared.

I began to see what I had prayed for.

For You

If you’re reading this and wondering where to start — start with vision.

Close your eyes and ask yourself, What do I want my life to look like?
What would healing feel like?
What would joy look like?

Then write it down. Create it. See it.

Even if your body is tired, even if your heart feels heavy — hold the vision anyway.

Because the moment you do, Heaven starts moving on your behalf.

Without vision, the people perish.
But with vision — faith-filled, God-inspired vision —
you come alive again.