Personal Healings and Miracles
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 a 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.
I then 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, when I moved to my future unofficial fosterparents'
church I 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 shoulder blades which only a very sharp-eyed medical professional would see-which
did happen in 1995. Which 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 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 had no means to go to a specialist.
I ended up with 3 heart episodes, chronic broncitis, year round flu, 3 miscarriages (he first one nearly killed me), final
stage gallbladder attack(which was healed by over night intercession) and premature menopause.
The final straw was when 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 he saw my legs, 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 prayed for me.
My thyroid was healed, along with the skin, which was a
symptom of the malfunctioning thyroid, and my lactose intolerance, along with my legs.
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 had hit me so strongly.
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 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.
My Husband's Miracles
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 the shoulder 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, 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.
We got to watch the raid while we were waiting for
our traffic accident to be reported.
In the meantime I called my cousin 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.
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 partial restitution
from the driver, we paid off our bills, got a car and several plane tickets for mission trips.
In 2010, my husband was on his bike and not looking where
he was going when he collided with a van parked in the wrong place on the road. He fell over and snapped the ball off of his
hip. He spent ten days in the hospital which was totally paid for by both ours and the other party's insurance, which happened
to be two different offices of the same company, and Medicaid which was applied for by the hospital.
We received a settlement which enabled us to reset our
household to live within the limited income of my husband's disability. We fixed the AC that the builder didn't install
right, the well which had been damaged due to improper installation of a replacement part and we replaced the two old refrigerators
with an energy efficient one, cutting our electric bill in half. We also got a dental supplemental coverage and had our teeth
fixed. The rest went on trips and to bless those who had blessed us over the years.
My husband had the hip ball replaced and recovered in record
time. His hip is stronger than it was before.
Miracles and Healings for Others
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 came
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.
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.
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.
God's Miracles and Healings Aren't Limited
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 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 and bit if he could.
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 used to call him our accordion/limbo cat. Because of
the brain injury, he is blind in one eye and sometimes his back legs wouldn't follow his front legs when he was
walking or running.
The front would continue to go while the back had stopped
until his body was totally stretched out, then he'd pull it back together. At first it was very scary. But then
it became funny, especially when he was running through the house and around corners. We had a bad case of mange
in the house, several years ago, and we were constantly laying hands on him, so he hasn't accordioned or limboed since
then.
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, one of our cats started having health
problems and before we knew what was happening, he died.
We prayed for him. But we ended up burying him. The next
year, the same thing happened to another one of our cats.
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 gently shake him, which I did, and he came back to life.
In the next few days, he started to behave like the one
who had died the year before. I recognised what was happening and 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.
