When I was young, my biological mother dropped
me on an escalator, damaging my knees. The knee caps were knocked off their runners. (I'm quoting the orthopedic surgeon who
told me this after I had my son.) I grew up in pain. I went to bed with aching feet, which still ached when I awoke the next
morning. I developed migrain headaches as an adolescent and damaged my back in a sporting accident, causing scoliosis-curviture
of the spine-requiring a 1/4 inch heel lift, calcium supplements and codiene for the pain. I inherited my family's allergies,
so I had excema over about 40% of my body, open, weeping, bleeding, swollen and red, the nearsighted need for glasses and
the cloud of depression because I grew up in a house of witchcraft.
When I left my mother's house, I moved into a Christian
ministry house. Through them I got involved with a group of Christian college students and attended all kinds of wonderful
meetings and events. In one of the first ones, my back was healed. But I didn't understand what I had gotten and I listened
to the wrong voices and lost the healing. Next, I got involved with a Christian coffee house and started working for them.
During one of the meetings, I was delivered of the depression and the migrain headaches. Through the coffee house, I got involved
with the sponsoring church. There, my eyesight was healed. But I didn't know what to do, so I continued to wear the glasses
until God told me to stop wearing them 2 year later. In recent years, I made the mistake of listening to a voice that asked
'What if you were to go blind. What would you do?' Instead of rebuking it as I should have, I told it that I would still manage
to do what I had to do. I began to lose the healing, until I realised what I had done. I am now in the process of reversing
back to the healing.
Then, through friends who went to my future fosterparents'
church, I moved to the third ministry house. There, we had wonderful opportunities to participate in all kinds of miracle
and healing meetings. My excema was healed in one of those meetings. But God told me at that time, that He was not healing
my skin. It was still ultra sensitive, but no longer raw with open wounds. I also received a second healing on my back,
which took a while to walk into. I couldn't do the things I do now, if it hadn't been healed. The only reminder from that
injury is a harmless, slight displacement of one of my shoulderblades which only a very sharp-eyed medical professional
would see-which did happen a few years ago-and opened the door to explain my healing.
While I was pregnant with our son, I ended up in bed 1/2
the day from the fourth month on, because my hips and knees kept going out on me. After our son's birth, I was told about
my knees and that I would probably end up with surgery and I was also diagnosed with a low thyroid and put on medication.
After we moved to our present location, I went to a doctor
who gave me the wrong test and told me that there was nothing wrong with my thyroid and took me off the medication
cold-turkey. I was furious, but we really had no means to go to a specialist, at that point. I ended up with 3 heart episodes,
chronic broncitis, year round flu, 3 miscarriages (the first one nearly killed me, I went into shock before we got to the
hospital), final stage gallbladder attack(which was healed by over night intercession) and premature menopause. The final
straw-my legs swelled up to over double their normal size due to boils, with red lines going up them. The first minister we
went to refused to pray for me. The second, in the church we had been going to,had been refusing to pray for me for months.
When we came in, he had to pray for me or explain why he had been refusing to. It got to the point that everytime we went
to church, they hauled me up front and prayed for me. My thyroid was healed, along with the skin, which was a symptom of the
malfunctioning thyroid, and my lactose intolerance.
Later, when I was in the women's ministry, in the first
conference I got involved with, all the leaders in the group were being introduced. When it came my turn to go up, I couldn't
walk because the Holy Spirit was on me so strong. I heard God tell me to get down and crawl. I wasn't sure it was Him, and
I didn't want to make a scene. Then the woman seated next to where I was wobbling, said that it would be better if I crawled.
I didn't need to hear that a third time. I got down and crawled to the front. Other than the fact that it totally brought
down the house, (Everyone fell out of their seats and roared with laughter.) I was overwhelmed with the realisation that God
had deliberately created the situation to demonstrate that my knees had, somewhere along the line, been healed. I had not
been able to get on my knees, let alone crawl since I was four years old. I crawled about 20 feet.
I don't know when my feet stopped hurting. But they don't
hurt any more, and haven't for a longtime.
Right after I had had our son, my husband was in a hit-and-run
accident on his motor scooter. The driver pulled right in front of him, stopped dead in the road and turned while my husband
crashed into his rear bumper and flew 50 feet through the air, hitting his head and shoulder, breaking it in 3 places. If
the scooter salesman hadn't decided to replace the stock helmet included with the scooter with the top of the line helmet,
I would have been a widow and not have come here. The helmet was split open. The other would have been totally smashed.
A few years later, when we were here, my husband developed
a hernia which turned into an anurism and he suddenly went into convulsions and was dying on the job. They called me
to come get him, but on the way, our son and I ended up in a car accident which put us in the middle of a drug raid
when the attending police took a look at the house we were in front of. So we got to watch that while we were waiting for
our traffic accident to be reported. In the meantime I called one of our partners to get my husband and she got to his work
in time to see the fire and rescue and the police and the medivac take him to the hospital. We had everyone praying for him
and when we got to the hospital, he was fine and just needed hernia surgery, which he later had. He walked out of the hospital
that day.
In 99, my husband was in another hit and run accident.
This time the drunk driver hit him, then drove right over him and his bicycle and left him for dead, cutting a big hole in
his head and rebreaking his shoulder. However, Three women in a van witnessed the entire incident. One of them was a
nurse and she stabalised my husband while the other two pursued the culprit and called 911 on their cellphone. When he was
admitted to the hospital, he ended up in the unit down from ICU and then was moved to the headtrauma unit where another victim
was, who had a similar injury to my husband and had been in a coma for 2 months. My husband spent 4 days talking everyone's
head off and then walked out of the hospital after he was released. Months before this happened, God kept telling me that
we would be able to pay off our debts, although I didn't know how. After the insurance settlement and her partial restitution,
we paid off our bills, got a car and several plane tickets for mission trips.
Now there is another side to the healings and miracles-what
we have seen for others.
In one of the churches that we worked in, my husband and
I were the worship team for the foodbank service, and we often got to pray for people. On two different occasions, we had
two different people come to us and ask for prayer for others, In the first instance, one person was in the ICU with a terminal
heart condition and the second had been diagnosed with terminal cancer. In the second situation, the person needing prayer
was also with terminal cancer. In all of the cases, the cancer went into remission and the heart was healed and the patient
was out of the ICU.
In another situation, we have a favorite store that we
shop at. My husband had a friend who worked in that store before he retired. One night, after we were almost done with our
shopping, we encountered this man and he and my husband started talking while I was standing there, complaining to God about
the melting food and our need to get home. God told me to wait. Then this man told us how he was having problems with
his knees and I thought I would offer to pray for him. God said to wait. Then he told us that he had just been diagnosed
with diabetes and had to lose weight. Then God told me to pray for him, which I did. A few months later, he rushed up to us
and told us exactly what his doctor had said to him at his last checkup. His doctor told him that if he hadn't known any better,
he would say that this man had never had diabetes. He is still healed to this day, around four years or so.
In another situation in the same store, we were having
a fight in the middle of women's purses, when another employee I had prayed for months before came up to me and told me that
the infection in her thumb that I had prayed for, months ago, had been instantly healed, and that now she was having
problems with blackouts. So I prayed for her and we forgot what we had been arguing over.
A few years ago, in our old house, my husband wasn't
watching what he was doing as he swung a shovel around and accidentally killed one of our dogs. We layed hands on her and
she came back to life.
One night about 4-5 years ago, we drove around the corner
onto our block. We were coming home from the last church we had worked in. We all saw a cat sitting in the middle of the street
with the strangest posture. We knew that something was seriously wrong. I had our son go see what the problem was. He came
back and told me that the cat had been hit by a car and half his head was mashed. I had him go get a box and we took him into
the house. We layed hands on him when we could, more often on the box, because he was in such pain he would scream, growl
and roar at us as he slashed at us. One side of his face was caved in and the eye was popping out of his head. My husband
was the only one who could forcefeed him. This went on for months, feeding and medicating and praying for him, until one day,
God told me that he was going to get out of the box, which he did. Even though he was one of our wild outdoor cats and was
several years old, we never had to teach him to use the litter box or to be an indoor cat. He just did. We call him our accordion/limbo
cat. Because of the brain injury, he is blind in one eye and sometimes his back legs won't follow his front legs when
he is walking or running. The front will continue to go while the back has stopped until his body is totally stretched out,
then he pulls it back together. At first it was very scary. But now it is just funny, especially when he is running through
the house and around corners. Cats with the sort of brain injury that this cat had don't usually survive the first 24 hours.
We've buried a lot of them. But he lived to help tear up our house, and to be very popular with the other cats.
A few years later, in this house, one of our cats started
having health problems and before we knew what was happening, he had died. We prayed for him. But we ended up buring him.
The next year, the same thing happened to another one of our cats. Except this time, I had picked him up to swat him for something
he had done and he died in my arms without warning. I asked God what to do. He told me to put both hands on him and to shake
him, which I did, and he came back to life. Then in the next day or so, he started to behave like the one who had died the
year before, and this time I recognised what was happening and I asked God what to do. He told me to take the flea collar
off of him, that it was killing him. I took ALL the flea collars off of all the cats. All the cats survived.
Even though this page is about healing, it's not really.
It's about another way that God provides for us to do what we need to do through whatever circumstances may come our way.
