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⚡✨If You Heal Me, I’ll Worship — If You Don’t, I’ll Still Worship!✝️
- Retro Sonya
- 7 days ago
- 13 min read
Praising God Through Life's Storms and the Healing Power of Touching His Garment!
The neon lights of life aren’t always pretty. Sometimes they flicker. Sometimes they burn dim. And sometimes… they go out entirely—until the Lord reaches out and turns the power back on.
Lately, my life has felt like a static-filled radio station caught between frequencies. Diabetic symptoms, hypothyroidism, PCOS, and now perimenopause have all tried to pull me off key. The world calls it “aging” or “hormones.” I call it a spiritual remix in progress.
Life is a journey filled with highs and lows, joy and sorrow, peace and chaos. In the midst of these storms, we often seek solace and strength. As believers, we possess a powerful tool: the act of praising God. Here we will examine the significance of praising God through life’s challenges and the profound healing that comes from touching the hem of His garment.
Now let's take a trip down memory lane for a sec!
And one that taught me a valuable lesson I had no idea would mean so much to me decades later!
It all started in 1999. I heard Sonic Flood's debut album for the first time in my friend’s car, and it felt like God Himself was harmonizing through the speakers, and I instantly fell in love with it. I remember thinking,
“Wouldn’t it be wild if I could meet this band someday?”
Fast forward about a year and a half, and God did what He does best — something completely unexpected. That dream was made into a reality.
Thinking back to a moment that helped shape my faith — in the year 2001, when I was 17 and full of bright-eyed hope. In the era of Discmans and denim skirts, when Sonicflood was blasting out a new kind of worship that sounded like Heaven crashing into the airwaves, I was invited to the West Texas Teen Convention in Midland, Texas, which would take place from April 27th of 2001 (the day of my senior prom) through the 29th.
I thought, "Forget the prom! This is an opportunity of a lifetime!" And I didn't even need an expensive prom dress to attend. That worked out perfectly! 👌🏻
Instead of going to my senior prom, I chose to attend a three-day Sonicflood convention with my church youth group. (Yep, while my classmates danced under disco lights, I was in Midland, Texas, worshiping under stage lights.) That’s where I met Rick Heil — the band’s lead singer, who shared his powerful testimony about walking through an incurable disease.
He told us how he was enduring the storm but still choosing to worship God through it.
He said something I’ll never forget:
“If You heal me, I’ll worship. If You don’t, I’ll still worship.”
It hit me like a synth bassline—simple, yet eternally powerful. Even as a teen, I could feel Heaven vibrating through that truth.
In between songs, he gave us his heartfelt testimony about being a teenager with a body that was falling apart, facing Chrones, facing possible death. It wrecked him inside. But it was Jesus who brought him through it all.
Honestly, I felt sad for this man, hearing about what he suffered through. Sometimes bad things happen to good people, things that we don't understand. But God can take any impossible situation and turn it over on its head. Rick is proof of that!
Saturday night, the air was electric — lights flashing like a synthwave skyline. Rick was up there, pouring his heart out in worship, and for a brief moment, he reached out and shook a few hands in the front row — mine included.
It wasn’t just about meeting the band or vibing to the music I loved; it was something deeper. In that neon-lit moment, I felt something move in my spirit — something real, something lasting. I didn’t know it then, but that spark of faith and sound would echo through the years, like a melody that never fades.
After the concert, I walked up to his table, shy but glowing inside, and told him how much his music meant to me. He smiled, said “Thank you very much,” and signed my poster along with the other band members. That moment became a spark I didn’t realize I’d need years later.
🌌 The DJ Went Off Beat!🎶
So let's fast forward years later. Everybody’s got a sob story and a soapbox, right? So grab your Kleenex, because I’m about to spill the beans… and the milk too. 🥛Yeah, the whole carton.
Before I hit my 20s, I was cruising through life like Jem on a jet ski — sparkly, confident, unstoppable. Then my 20s showed up like a broken cassette tape. Suddenly, illness crashed the party, and everything started going off-key. I started struggling with weight gain, and every year after that felt like another unwanted “bonus track” I didn’t ask for.
My energy dipped. My body changed. I felt like a synthwave music producer stuck in the wrong era of her own body. I began to pray — really pray — asking God for guidance, for healing, for something that made sense of the chaos in my bloodstream.
Then one day, I stumbled across a book:📘 “The Weight Loss Cure They Don’t Want You to Know About” by Kevin Trudeau. And boom — my eyes opened. It talked about the chemicals, the toxins, the garbage we’re consuming daily without even realizing it. It was like pulling the curtain back on the food matrix. So, I made changes. I cleaned up my diet. I exercised nearly every day. And yes, it helped — but not enough.
There was still something deeper. Something my body was trying to tell me that I couldn’t decode yet.
I tried HCG hormone therapy, thinking I’d found the cheat code. But I didn’t know I was battling something bigger — something that threatened to steal every dream I’d ever had. See, I didn’t just want to lose weight. I wanted to live my purpose. I wanted to sing. I wanted to create music that healed hearts.
But all I could think was, “Who wants to listen to the fat lady sing?” That thought haunted me — like a bad remix of self-doubt looping on repeat.
Then came 30. And with it… the storm.
I needed major surgery — two ovarian cysts, one the size of a watermelon. 🍉I’m not exaggerating. I should’ve been gone. But God wasn’t done with me. He had another track on the playlist.
I came out of surgery lighter — literally, about 30 pounds down — but spiritually, I was transformed. I had survived what should have ended me. It was divine intervention, pure and simple.
But even after that miracle, the battle didn’t stop. The weight slowly crept back, my hormones raged like a malfunctioning synthesizer, and I found myself right back in the ring. Only this time, I knew something I didn’t before:💡 God doesn’t waste pain. Every offbeat moment has purpose. Every detour becomes part of the song.
🎛️ The DJ of my body went off beat — but the Composer of my soul never stopped the music.
Finally, in my mid-30s, I got hit with the diagnosis that would remix my whole life: T4 Hypothyroidism. If you don’t know what that is, picture this — your thyroid is like the DJ of your body. It controls the rhythm, the beat, the energy, the tempo. Mess with it? Then your whole system starts skipping like a scratched vinyl.
Taking a trip back down to memory lane in 2001, once again!
Now, decades after that Midland event in 2001, here I am—walking through my own storm—through sickness and what feels like hopelessness—I look back on that moment and hear Rick’s words echoing in my spirit:
“If You heal me, I’ll worship; if You don’t, I’ll still worship.”
That powerful replay in my heart that echoes: Worship in the storm. Worship through the static. Worship even when the signal fades.
You see, even the angels don’t know what it’s like to worship God through pain. There’s something rare and radiant about singing praises with tears in your eyes and a body that feels broken.
It’s an act of rebellion against darkness. It’s an act of faith that says, “I’m not done, because God’s not done.”
And now, years later, Rick Heil is completely healed. The same man who once stood onstage talking about his battle with an incurable disease is now living proof of the miraculous — disease-free, praising the same Jesus who carried him through.
When I think of that, my heart overflows with gratitude. I am so thankful for what the Lord has done for him. And if God could heal him, then He can heal me too. He can heal you, too.
The Lord is not bound by time, diagnosis, or human limits. He’s the same yesterday, today, and forever. And as long as the neon lights of my life still glow, I’ll use them to shine for Him.
Because even when the power fades…He is still the source. ⚡✨
🌇 Retro Reflection:
💿 “I skipped the prom to worship.” I wouldn’t change it for the world. Somewhere between the synths and the starlight, I found what lasts forever — the sound of worship that never ends, even in the storm."
🌌 The Importance of Praise in Difficult Times 🎛️
I’ve chased every “fix” under the neon sun —programs, diets, supplements, meds, workouts, even surgeries. I tried to reboot the system, fine-tune the body, hack the code.
But here’s the truth glowing like a pink-and-blue sunrise on the horizon grid:
✨ No program can heal what only Jesus can. ✨
Praise isn’t just something you do when the skies are clear and the synths are smooth. It’s what you choose when the bass drops hard and the storm rolls in.
When we praise in the middle of chaos, we’re saying, “God, You’re still in control — even when everything’s glitching around me.” That kind of faith breaks chains no therapy, app, or fad diet ever could.
Even science is catching up to what Scripture’s been saying all along — gratitude rewires the brain. Studies show that thankfulness and positive affirmation can boost emotional well-being by up to 25%, even in the middle of life’s hardest seasons. Translation? Praising through the storm literally changes your internal frequency. 🎶
And the Bible? It’s full of people who hit rock bottom and still turned up the worship. Take Job — the original faith warrior. He lost everything. Friends, family, fortune, health — gone. And still he said:
“Though He slay me, yet will I hope in Him.” (Job 13:15)
That’s not blind optimism — that’s spiritual power. That’s someone who knew his Redeemer was greater than his reality.
So when life hits static, and the mix sounds off —don’t power down. Turn your face toward the neon light of His presence and let your worship rise.
Because the enemy can steal your comfort, but not your praise. And that’s where the real healing begins. 🌌⚡A wonderful reminder that our circumstances do not dictate our relationship with God.
⚡The Healing Power of Touching His Garment!🌌
There’s this story that radiates through time like a flickering neon cross on a dark city street —the woman with the issue of blood.
For twelve long years, she lived in the shadows — drained, dismissed, and disconnected from the world. Every doctor, every “solution,” every promise of relief… all dead ends. Her hope was fading, like a dying light on a synth console.
But then — she heard about Jesus.
Something inside her sparked. It wasn’t logic. It wasn’t science. It was faith.
She didn’t chase the crowd or demand attention. She just whispered to herself,
“If I can just touch the hem of His garment…”
And in one electric second, everything changed. Her body rebooted. Her spirit reignited. The power of Heaven pulsed through her like divine voltage.
Jesus stopped — in the middle of the crowd, in the middle of the noise —and said,
“Daughter, your faith has healed you. Go in peace and be freed from your suffering.” (Mark 5:34)
That’s the essence of true healing. Not in the flash or the hype — but in the quiet moment when faith meets contact.
When we praise Him through our pain, when we lift our hands instead of giving up, that’s our way of touching His garment.
It’s our soul saying, “I can’t fix this — but I know Who can.”
And in that moment, Heaven responds. The static clears. The signal comes through. Peace floods in — neon bright and holy.
Because sometimes, all it takes…is a single touch in faith to light up the darkness. ✨
🌠 Finding Strength in Worship! ⚡
When the storms hit and life starts glitching like static on a broken VHS tape, there’s one weapon that never loses power — worship.
Worship isn’t just a Sunday playlist or a fleeting emotion. It’s the soundtrack of survival — the pulse that cuts through chaos. When we worship, we stop staring at the waves and start looking at the One who walks on them.
David said it best under his own set of flashing thunderclouds:
“I will bless the Lord at all times; His praise shall continually be in my mouth.” — Psalm 34:1
That’s not poetic fluff — that’s a battle cry.
Worship rewires our perspective. It takes our eyes off the overload — the bills, the pain, the confusion — and locks them onto the brilliance of God’s glory. Suddenly, the storm doesn’t seem so big. Suddenly, peace begins to hum in the background like a steady synth line.
Because when you start praising, you’re not escaping reality —you’re inviting Heaven to invade it.
In that neon glow of surrender, His presence floods the room. Confusion fades. Fear loses its voice. And strength — divine, unshakable strength — starts rising from within.
So when the world around you starts to flicker and fade, turn up the worship. Let it drown out the noise. Let it anchor you to the One who never changes.
Because in this life — worship is the frequency that keeps your soul in tune with eternity. 🎛✨
🌆 The Role of Community in Praise: 🎶
Praising God through life’s storms isn’t meant to be a solo track — it’s a collab with Heaven and the people walking beside you. Faith was never designed to play on “single mode.” We were wired for harmony.
When believers gather — hearts synced, hands lifted, voices rising — something supernatural happens. The atmosphere changes. The static clears. The Spirit moves. It’s the same pulse that the writer of Hebrews was talking about when he said:
“Let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds... not giving up meeting together, but encouraging one another.” — Hebrews 10:24-25
There’s power when God’s people come together — power that can’t be duplicated in isolation.
I still remember it like a flashback in VHS clarity — the Sonic Flood concert back in my senior year. The lights, the crowd, the wall of sound vibrating through the air like heaven touching earth. We weren’t just singing songs; we were united frequencies — hearts beating in rhythm to the same divine tempo.
And then Rick Heil took the mic. He didn’t just perform; he poured his soul out. He shared how Jesus was healing him from an incurable disease — how even in his darkest moments, he chose to worship. He said,
“If You heal me, I’ll worship. If You don’t, I’ll still worship.”
That moment hit different. Because that’s what community in praise really looks like —standing shoulder to shoulder, voices rising through pain and uncertainty, declaring that Jesus is still worthy.
It’s not about the lights, the music, or the stage — it’s about the shared surrender. It’s about being reminded that you’re not alone in the storm. That even in the breakdowns and low frequencies, God is remixing your story into something powerful.
So plug into your people — your faith family, your worship crew. Lift your hands together. Let the sound of collective praise ripple across the neon skyline of your soul.
Because when believers unite in worship, it’s not just a concert —it’s a collision of Heaven and Earth. ⚡🎵
🌌 The Transformative Power of Gratitude: ✨
Gratitude is more than just saying “thank you” — it’s tuning your heart to Heaven’s frequency. In a world that constantly blasts static — comparison, chaos, and constant motion — gratitude is the quiet synth note that realigns the soul.
When we focus on what God has done instead of what we wish was different, the noise fades, and His hand becomes visible in every frame of our story. Even in the midnight of the storm, the neon of His goodness still glows.
Science may say that gratitude increases happiness by 25%, but Scripture said it first:
“Rejoice always, pray continually, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.” — 1 Thessalonians 5:16–18
That’s not just a verse — it’s a spiritual command sequence for living in rhythm with God’s design. Gratitude rewires the heart to see beauty in brokenness and purpose in pain.
Try this: At the end of your day, don’t scroll — reflect. List what God did, even in small ways: the sunrise, the strength to get up, the kindness of a friend, the music that spoke to your soul.
Because every act of gratitude becomes a note in your life’s worship track —a synthline of thanksgiving rising into eternity.
When you live thankful, your life becomes luminous. You stop chasing the spotlight and start glowing from within.
And that’s when the world starts to notice — not the chaos, not the struggle —but the radiant peace of someone who’s found their rhythm in God. ⚡🎶
🌠 The Promise of Healing is here! 💫
Healing isn’t just about the body — it’s about the reboot of the entire system. God’s promise runs deeper than any surface repair; He’s rewriting our code — heart, mind, and soul — syncing us back to His divine rhythm.
When we reach out in worship, it’s like touching the glowing edge of eternity —the same way the woman in the Gospels touched the hem of His garment and felt life surge through her again. That moment wasn’t just physical restoration — it was spiritual.
“But He was pierced for our transgressions, crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was upon Him, and by His wounds we are healed.” — Isaiah 53:5
Those words are a beacon — a neon promise pulsing through time. Every scar He bore became a healing frequency for us.
Maybe your wounds aren’t visible. Maybe they’re the silent ones — the burnout, the disappointment, the loss of purpose, the fading of dreams. Even so, God’s light reaches there, too.
In the glowing storm of life, He is the steady rhythm beneath the static —restoring, refining, and resurrecting what felt gone.
So keep reaching out. Keep praising through the pain. Because every act of worship is a signal flare into the heavens —and heaven always answers.
By His stripes, we are healed — body, soul, and soundtrack. 🎶🌌
Practical Ways to Praise God Through Storms
Create a Worship Playlist: Compile a selection of worship songs that resonate with you. Listen to it during tough times to uplift your spirit and remind you of God's goodness.
Practice Gratitude: Each day, take a moment to reflect on what you are thankful for. This practice shifts your focus away from your challenges and highlights God’s blessings.
🌌 When Faith Glows in the Dark! ⚡
Every storm has its night drive moment — that stretch of highway where everything feels quiet, uncertain, and endless. But even there, the neon of God’s presence flickers on the horizon. Faith isn’t the absence of struggle; it’s the glow that refuses to go out when everything else fades to black.
When you worship through the pain, you’re doing something heaven finds breathtaking —because angels don’t know what it’s like to praise through tears. Only we get that chance. And when we do, the darkness trembles.
You may feel like your story is dimmed, that the lights of your best years have burned out —but the truth? God does His best work in the midnight hour. He’s not done composing your soundtrack; He’s just turning up the volume on the next track.
So keep your eyes on the glow of the Cross. Keep your heart tuned to His frequency. Because when you walk by faith, even your scars start to shine.
“The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.” — John 1:5
No matter what you’ve lost, no matter how deep the night —your faith is the neon that won’t burn out. And when the world goes dark, you’ll be the one still glowing.
✨ Retro Sonya out!✨
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