J[esus]ack-in-a-box

I am writing this for the sake of those who do not believe in miracles, and for the sake of God who deserves to have things like this told in his name.
Last year I got the pastor of a church in Camrose to pray for my knee to be healed, for my ACL to be restored. The elders prayed for me, but it wasn't my ACL that got healed; a few years before I had apparently pinched a nerve in my back playing soccer and my right hip was an inch further back than it was supposed to be. That was the thing that God wanted to heal that day. So as we all prayed and thanked God we watched my right hip rotate back to where it was supposed to be. And it was healed.
But then a month or two ago I noticed that it had gone out of place again, and my hip was back where it was before it had been healed. But I never really thought anything of it.
I was in Sendai for the last 5 days. On one of those days (Saturday afternoon) I was talking to Hannah and I showed her how out of place my hip was by the position of my legs, and told her what had happened before and how frustrated I was because my ACL didn't get healed when I asked for it to be. And then I didn't think anything of it again...until I was falling asleep that night.
I was laying there on my back on the futon, just talking to Jesus before I fell asleep when I felt my right leg start moving on its own. At first I was confused because that's not a very normal thing, but then I flashed back to last year when I was at that church, surrounded by elders, being prayed over for healing, and how my leg moved the same way. I started thanking Jesus for healing me; then I would start doubting and wonder what was going on, and my leg would stop moving; I would start thanking God again, and it would start moving again. Then it felt like someone grabbed my ankle and was pulling on my whole leg. Laying on my back, my hands were on my belly; with my hands I could feel the position in my hips changing. And then when it was done, still not quite believing, I put my knees up and checked if they were level or not (that afternoon they were definitely not level) and I had been completely healed!
Hannah was laying beside me, not quite asleep, noticed me put up my knees, and asked what I was doing. I showed her the difference in my legs and then told her God had just healed me; she was absolutely amazed - so was I; I still am.
Hannah and I talked for a bit until she fell asleep, and then God decided to fix my right shoulder as well (I had no idea anything was wrong with it). All of a sudden it was moving around and jerking, rotating up and down and up and back, getting into the perfect place; I could see it with my own eyes. Then God did the same with my left shoulder. And then my entire spine. It was like it completely straightened out; there was one place in the middle of my spine where it just, released, for lack of better words, or opened. If you could feel yourself growing I'm pretty sure that that is what it would feel like.
So I experienced God's healing smorgasbord, and I wasn't even asking for it. It was absolutely incredible, and it still doesn't feel real when I think about it. I would doubt the whole thing completely if Hannah hadn't have been there to see it.
I don't know why God chose that moment to heal me, heal me without me asking, and heal things I didn't even know were a problem. But I do know without a doubt that it happened. I have a big God, one who loves me and cares so specifically for me, even as I'm lying on a futon on the floor of a church in Japan, so far away from all I know as familiar. And I believe that miracles like that aren't supposed to be an oddity; they only are because we've tried to put God into a box on a shelf in a closet we rarely open.
But God definitely opened his box and jumped out, and I'm in no hurry to put him back in. You should open your box as well, Jesus wants to come out and play.