I've taken my time writing the next few entries of my healing testimony for good reason. In no way do I want to leave out one detail because this is all to the glory of God. He has given me a great gift - my life. The very least I can offer in return is a heart full of gratitude and a post, worthy of rejoicing the heart of God, Himself. Never do I want Him to ever regret He healed me.
In no way am I exalting myself or any ministry. I'm just one beggar telling another beggar where to find bread. That's all.
So let's get to the good stuff, shall we?
As I had stated in my first post, my condition was one of complete debilitation but I wasn't ready to give up the ghost just yet. I'm a fighter. Always have been - always will be. Nuff' said.
Daily I would pray and read my Bible. Well, pray isn't quite the word. Beg, plead, cry - that was more like it. I felt as though I was at my wit's end. Which is usually the place the Lord wants you to get to before He steps in to help. That's not always the case mind you, but it was for me. I was someone who always had to do it myself, find my own way, make it happen - you get the idea.
Not this time. There was no helping myself this time. I needed a miracle. I needed to be physically saved. I needed my Father. My Heavenly Father.
With that in mind, I've often thought of the following Scripture. Psalm 107: 25-31
25 For he commandeth, and raiseth the stormy wind, which lifteth up the waves thereof.
26 They mount up to the heaven, they go down again to the depths: their soul is melted because of trouble.
27 They reel to and fro, and stagger like a drunken man, and are at their wits' end.
28 Then they cry unto the LORD in their trouble, and he bringeth them out of their distresses.
29 He maketh the storm a calm, so that the waves thereof are still.
30 Then are they glad because they be quiet; so he bringeth them unto their desired haven.
31 Oh that men would praise the LORD for his goodness, and for his wonderful works to the children of men!
One day as I was sitting on my bed contemplating my next barrage of doses to be taken of every manner of tincture, herb, and otherwise, I heard a BOOMING voice within me. I was not expecting it and quite honestly, I looked around wondering if anyone else heard it or if I had finally just lost it.
The voice said, "I'm going to heal you Myself and I will not share my glory with any of it!" I knew immediately that it was the Lord. The voice came within me but outside my own thought pattern. It literally interrupted my thoughts! Not just interrupted but invaded them! That's how I knew it was the Lord. I couldn't have possibly thought of such a wonderful, majestic statement. I was too busy feeling sorry for myself.
Even though I was 99% convinced that it was the Lord, I wondered, "do I go ahead and take this stuff or do I not?" Well, the doubting Thomas in me won out and I took all the prescribed remedies and boy did I get sick. It literally turned my stomach for almost three days. I never took another dose of anything after that.
So for days I knew that somehow, someway, God was going to heal me. But how? What's He going to do?
All the while, I was under the care of an alternative doctor who was also a Christian. He came over one day and stood by my bed and said, "I have never seen anyone as sick as you. I've turned cancer patients around faster than this. I honestly don't think I can help you. But I have a book for you to read that I think can help you."
My heart sank but I accepted his sincere attempt and knew he had done all he could. I didn't really start to get excited about the book until days later.
Interestingly enough, the day my doctor was going to bring it over his car broke down. Then shortly after that he became, what he defined as, 'deathly' ill with some kind of flu. He was out of commission for quite some time. But I was desperate for that book!
Finally, I had someone go over and get it. He left it on his front porch because he was still extremely ill. Looking back on it now, I honestly believe there were dark forces that did not want me getting a hold of that book. They knew full well if I had just a hint of knowledge as to what was making me so ill, I would come busting forth with healing. They knew it and now I know it. So am I saying there were evil spirits at work? Yes, I am.
Strangely enough, as sick as my doctor was, his wife and kids never got it. He himself, who NEVER goes to the hospital, ended up going to the emergency room to get re-hydrated. He was THAT ill. You have to understand that this man is completely anti-western medicine. So that gives you an idea of just how bad he was.
Yes! The book was now in my possession and I could not wait to absolutely devour it! And I did!
The title of the book you ask? It's called, A More Excellent Way (Spiritual Roots of Disease - Pathways to Wholeness) by Dr. Henry Wright (Be In Health).
I'm going to end here and begin a part III. I know, you're chomping at the bit, aren't you?
Stay tuned for part III!
Be blessed.
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