The Healing

The first thing I remember was pain unlike anything I had ever felt.  Every part of my body seemed to be throbbing but the intensity in my midsection was indescribable.  I could hear a voice that seemed very far away but the sense of emergency in her tone was unmistakable.  “We’re trying to stabilize him now!”  “Can you hear me?  We are trying to manage the pain.”

I soon realized that the nurses were both talking about me and to me.  I was cold and shaking.  I felt sick.  Something was terribly wrong!

How different this was from six hours earlier.  I was rolled into a cold operating room swaddled in warm towels and blankets.  The surgeon and nurses were speaking to me in soft tones as I slipped off into a drug induced sleep.  I was expecting minor laproscopic surgery,  minimal invasion, minimal pain fast recovery.
Somehow everything had changed.

Once in my room PMB and our son wept and prayed over me.  She asked if the doctors had told me yet…”told me what” I whispered.   They
said that “you have a very serious and advanced cancer.  It has grown through your colon and attached to your bladder and body wall.”  They cannot remove it.  Later the surgeons would confirm the prognosis and added, “The only hope we have of keeping you alive is a program of massive radiation and chemotherapy”.

There is was.  I had cancer with very little hope of survival.  How many times I had prayed for healing from the symptoms I had been experiencing for the past year.  How many confessions of faith did I proclaim.  I knew the scripture.  I had prayed for thousands of people over years in ministry.  I had seen blind eyes open, cancers disappear and lame people walk, yet I had not received a miracle in my own body.

That night I lay in a fitful sleep.  Sometime around midnight someone came into my hospital room.  I awakened but saw no one.  Then I heard His voice.  It was not a booming baritone speaking King James English with a British accent.  It was a light, confident voice which injected me with hope as I listened.  The voice of the Lord was also in stereo.  I heard it coming to my ears from outside of me and simultaneously welling up from within my spirit.

“You shall live and not die and declare my wonderful works!”  He said, quoting from Psalm 118:17.  After a momentary pause He continued.  “For I have sent my Word and healed you and delivered you from all destruction!”  There was a finality in that voice.  I was infused with faith.  I felt no different physically, but everything had changed.

The next day the surgeons visited to tell me how imperative it was that they begin treatment as soon as possible.  I was however, too weak for the massive dose of radiation they had planned.  It would take a few days to stabilize me physically.

I continued to “hold fast” to my scriptures.  I knew it had been the Lord in my room.  I was not going to ignore that revelation.  However, I also never rehearsed the event to my secular doctors.  I just confessed  out loud my “rhema” Word over and over.

On the third day after surgery, the surgeons came into my room at 7:30 am with very odd looks on their faces.  “We have some very, very good
news for you!”, the first declared.  “There’s been a remarkable turn of events!”, announced the second.  The radiation specialist simple admitted, “This is a real head scratcher!”  “The cancer is no longer there!  You’re cancer free!”

I was released from the hospital the following day.  I had some recovery ahead of me, but I would not die and there was no cancer in my body!  The Lord our God is my Healer!

I share this with you today because it was Monday, January 16th 2006 that I went into surgery and was given the negative report.  It was that Monday night that the Lord spoke out His promise to me. And it was six years ago today, Thursday, January 19th, that the doctors confirmed the miracle.  What does He want to do in your life?

“With God all things are possible!”

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