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.
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.
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.
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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