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My name is Jp. I am 18 years old I was suffering from anxiety and a phobia called agoraphobia. The phobia is realy hard to handle because you can’t go outside or to crowded places or I would get a panic attack. I got this illness when I was about 12 years old and had to quit my daily sport because i was so frightened that i would get a anxiety attack while I was playing sport. Yesterday I realized I can’t continue living like this so I went to my Church and the Pastor Steven prayed for me.

When he prayed I felt like a burning sensation in my head and I became more calm. I told my brother to take me to a supermarket. Normally I would get a panic attack and ran out of the store but I was confident that God healed me and I can proudly say I was calm and took my time inside the supermarket without having any anxiety and I knew at that moment I was back to my old self.

I want To thank God for the Glory and his healing hand to save me from this fear and I want to tell people we are not alone. There is something bigger than us up there. I know sometimes it feels like God is not there because, why do we need to get this illness but its the devil trying to draw us away from our father. People the pastor also told me fear is a sin because we need to trust in God. So people begin to trust in God because that is what he wants… our trust!

Hi,
I slept with someone who was a liar and he didnt told me that he had herpes. I am so much heart broken after knowing that I have got genital herpes. I just committed one sin and I am gone for ever. I want god to forgive me and take this disease away as it is both emotional and physical stress for me now.

I have repented honestly in my heart and decided to serve the God. I want god to forgive me. I am going for blood test on monday 24/10/11. I really wish god shows MIRACLE and result is negative.

I need instant healing from God as I have repented. Also if stories in bible are true he should heal miracuously.
AMEN.

I want to share with you a story that happened in my life about the subject of healing. I have seen Jesus heal in different ways but this was the most significant thing I have ever see Jesus do with me being involved in the midst of a person’s illness. Feel free to share it with your daughters and whomever you like. Perhaps it will uplift their hearts in some way. Perhaps your own. Forgive me for the length of the story but the details only magnify the truth of this story. Here it goes:

When I was working for a bank in the 1990’s called First Interstate Bank I had a secretary by the name of Darlene. Her father was Dick who was about 58 years of age and he had Parkinson’s disease.

When Kristi my wife and I got married we invited Darlene and her husband De to my wedding. We had been friends for years. As time passed and I went on to work for different banks yet we stayed in touch for about once a year. I would call Darlene to see how she was doing as she was like a big sister to me.

I wish in retrospect we had stayed in touch more often but as life has it when you move from one city to another you lose touch with your friends as distance can make one forget the value of friends.

Needless to say I went to work in the late 1990’s for a company called Sanwa Bank in Westwood California, which is not far from Beverly Hills, California. I called Darlene to see how she was doing. You know; that once a year call to check in. You see when we had her family over to our home a few months after we had gotten married. I had never met her father and mother but for the very first time at our home for dinner. I remember how nice a couple they were.

Dick told me that he was starting to have signs of Parkinson’s disease. As we shared our faith he mentioned that he had given his life to Jesus Christ and trusted him for his future despite the illness. It would be a year later that I would see Dick. Well I made that call to Darlene that one afternoon and to my surprises Darlene told me her dads health was doing terrible. She said he had to be checked into the Veterans hospital in Westwood California. When I asked what happened she said that he was not only in the hospital because of the Parkinson’s disease which was taking a worse toll on his body, but that he had lost his mind. I asked her to explain that last comment. Somehow she said he no longer had his sanity. He believed that the doctors and the nurses in the hospital were Germans and that it was World War II and that he was trying to escape from them trying to kill him. He no longer knew Darlene or her husband DE. His wife of 40 years he no longer knew. Darlene’s mother would sit at the hospital in front of his bed on a chair and she would sit there for hours each day hoping Dick would recognize her.

Dick became so violent and dangerous that the doctors and nurses at the Veterans Hospital took his body and tied his hands and feet to the bed so he would not escape.

For all intensive purposes he was insane. They might as well have placed him in a straight jacket like they do to those insane at mental hospitals in the US. But in the United States, a man that serves in the army gets medical treatment for little cost when he or she goes to what is known as a Veterans Hospital. So with that being said they don’t seem place men that are insane in a straight jacket. Instead I learned quickly that they tie their bodies to their beds.
It broke Darlene’s heart to see that her father did not know who she was nor did he know anyone else. She was devastated. I asked her what hospital he was in. She replied that he was in the Veterans hospital in Westwood. This hospital tuned out to be but 5 minutes from my office. She said that she wanted to warn me of what I would see.

Darlene said I would see a man tied to his bed bound by hands and feet. I would see the chair in front of her father’s bed where her mother would sit for months; and I do mean months of hoping that he would get his sanity back and be able to recognize her. She said he would not know me as he certainly did not know her or his own wife. Darlene says that all he talks about is the Nazis coming to take him away and he will beg you to undo the ropes so he could escape. Frightening to hear but I told her I would still visit him anyway.

When I went to the front desk of the hospital they told me he was on the 7th floor and they gave me his room number. I went there after work. As I opened the door of his hospital room I saw ten hospital beds to the left side of the room. There was nothing to the right of the room but a long wall. In the middle of the room only one bed was occupied and that was occupied by Dick Martin. As I slowly walked up to the bed it was like walking in slow motion. I saw the chair in front of his bed. I knew instantly that was the chair his wife sat in for months waiting, hoping to see him regain his sanity. As I got closer I saw the ropes tied to his hands and his feet. I felt sort of scared. As I got closer to the bed he turned his head and just like Darlene said he started to babble about Nazi’s and he wanted to escape and asked me to unloose his ropes. I told him the doctors and nurses won’t let me do this. He truly was insane. As I got up closer to talk to him I got to close to his bed because even though his hands and feet were tied to the bed he was able to stretch his hand and grab my hand. Fear gripped me so hard because I could not get my hand lose from his. I told him to let me go and he would not unless I unloosened his ropes so the Nazis would not kill him. I then decided to not panic and I started to pray asking the Lord Jesus what to do.

I remembered in my mind our dinner conversation that we had at our home the first night we had met him many years ago. I remembered how he told me that he had given his life to Jesus just a few years ago, I remembered how he told me how he trusted Jesus and no longer relied on religion but that he truly committed his heart and mind to Christ. That commitment of his heart and mind made me think quickly of a bible verse which says that if any man or women gives their life to Christ he or she is a new person. I thought about that bible verse that says God hath not given us a spirit of fear, but of love, of power and a sound mind.

I thought about that last part of the verse about a sound mind. As I looked at him I told him I wanted to pray for him. He just stared at me and started to babble again. I said be quiet and listen to me as I am going to pray for you. Instantly he let go of my hand. My first inclination was to get away from his bed and just start running out that hospital door room of his. But the fear somehow no longer gripped me. What gripped me was I could no longer bear to see him tormented in that bed. So I started to pray and even while I was praying he was still talking crazy. I then opened my eyes and told him not to say one word. I told Dick to just look at me while I pray and to listen to me.

I remember saying to Jesus to please allow his mind to be restored and for his sanity to come back. I told Jesus that I truly believe that this man Dick Martin had committed his life and heart and mind to him many years ago and that he had the right to have his mind back in a sound state. As I prayed that prayer I felt my prayer hitting the ceiling of his room. I wanted to have the boldness of faith but my lack of faith was fighting my heart and mind because what I saw with my eyes was an insane man, a man that the doctors classified as mentally insane and that he was so dangerous in mind that he had to be tied to the bed like an animal.

As I opened my eyes slowly after I had prayed he was quiet and looking at me. I then asked him again if he knew who I was. After I asked he started to babble again about the Nazis and he begged me to let him go. My heart was crushed with despair and I should have expected nothing from my prayer because I truly did not trust Jesus that he would restore his sanity because the insanity of his mind seemed impossible to me to see overcome. I did not look at his insanity with the eyes of faith that Jesus could heal him. Translation; my prayer was more of a wish that Jesus would do what I asked more so than resting in the faith of what I had asked.

As Dick talked about crazy things again, I looked at him in despair and told him I had to go and that I was so sorry that I could nothing to help him. I then walked slowly out of the room. I heard no sound coming from his bed as I turned my back to leave. As I got to the door frame of his hospital bedroom I heard a voice that said; Bob please don’t leave. To my total shock I turned around. All I saw was Dick in the room staring at me. I said Dick was that you. He said yes Bob. I walked up to him slowly. I said do you know who I am? He said your Bob Gedeon; aren’t you my daughter’s old boss. I said yes.

Then he said; what is happening to me. Why and what has happened. I told Dick what had happened. I told him that the doctors did not know why he had lost his mind and that it had been at least a month if not more about the lost state of his mind. I told him I prayed and that within about one minute of me leaving his bedside his mind came back to him. I told him that the window of his mind may close again; so I told him to promise me to believe that Jesus would keep his mind open and to trust him with all of his heart.

He said he would and he just placed his head further back on his pillow and a peace seemed to control his entire being. I went back to the office and called Darlene. I told her what had happened. She said that is impossible. He doesn’t know any of us not his own wife of 40 years and she has been by his bedside for over a month. She shouted what did you do? I told her I just prayed and without much faith; as my eyes could not grip faith but my heart wanted to.

It was indeed a joyous time for her and her family. I called Darlene about a year later to check up on her dad. She mentioned that Parkinson’s eventually took his life about a year after I had seen him. I asked; why did you not invite Kristi and me to the funeral. She said her and her mother just wanted to keep the funeral with just family. I asked Darlene what became of his mind after I had seen him. She said that the doctors and nurses had to untie him and loose him. He never lost his mind again. He knew all of us and she thanked me so much for having gone to pray for him and until he died he knew them all and remembered everything about them as though his mind was young again.

Funny thing I never prayed for Jesus to heal his Parkinson’s disease; as I was so wrapped up with the fear of what I saw; a man totally insane. The Bible talks allot about miracles that Jesus did. I saw a miracle from the bible in front of my own eyes in the 21st century. I will never forget this for the rest of my life what Jesus did that day.

I don’t really know what you believe about Jesus. But this I do know. I believe he is alive from that grave and that he came to die that we might live with him forever. I grew up with religion but I did not grow up knowing Jesus Christ until I was a teenager. I am now 57 years old and I asked him into my heart and life was when I was 13 years old. He doesn’t promise us a rose garden but he wept in a garden called Gethsemane before he was crucified for our sins so we could live by faith in knowing him. Death is not stronger than Him and neither is Cancer or Sanity or Parkinson’s disease or whatever a person has. Don’t let anything come in front of you and Jesus; not doubt, despair, hopelessness or life or death for that matter.

This story is true. It took place in 1998. I lived to see it and so did Darlene and her family. Feel free to share this with anyone you know that is sick or dying. I can only say that I wish I had trusted him more when I had prayed for Dick. What happens about Life and Death I leave to Jesus. But I will never stop praying and never stop believing for anyone anywhere. He doesn’t tell me that he will heal or not heal someone. He tells me to pray about it and to ask him and I will ask him till he decides what he will do with the life of my Mom, Dad, son, daughter, family member and friend. Someone told me that FAITH is really spelled RISK.

Does he heal everyone; no and I wish he did but he tells us that the people we love really belong to him. I know that to be true. But on the other hand he tells me that I have a right to ask that he heal them. That will I do until He decides the outcome. Does God change his mind? I believe he does. I am like the kid that grabs a hold of the feet of Jesus and I will not let go till I get what I want. Faith is like that in a way I suppose. Jesus didn’t die so we would live forever on earth. Death does have to happen but until it does I will NEVER stop asking him to heal the one I love and when death does happen I will pray for the next person and the next because he tells me to pray and the outcome I will leave to him. I can only tell you what I saw-A miracle in this Century as though it came off the pages of the Bible.

Sincerely

-Bob Gedeon

The event begins with me being spoken to by a being not seen and not heard. I answered what do you want me to do and I understood this “Go to this bar and tell this man that greater is he that is in me than he that is in the world.”

I said “What will he do?”

The Almighty replied, “He will hit you.”

I said, “And you want me to go?”

The Almighty said “Yes I will heal you.”

Believing and sensibly fearing not going I said, ”I will go” and started walking.

Now to tell you who Griz was. He was the top dog in a bike gang that having been rousted from Magoo’s bar when the city of Baton Rouge shut it down moved down the street to the Bayou bar on Chimes street. Griz was six foot five and powerfully large.  When I got there and opened the door there  a few of his brethren laid hands on me to stop me and I surprised them by stiff arming them several times rapidly and after they got me by the arms I heard Griz tell them wait bring him to me.

Then Griz said “Do you want to join my club?”

And I said, ”I don’t have a bike.”

He said, “We’ll get you one.”

I then asked “What if i say no?”

Griz said, “I will hit you” at which time I tested the hold of the guys and my arms remained firmly pinned.

I said some thing I barely recall as this was late in the year 1977 and Griz pressed the issue at hand. So I said “Greater is he that is in me than he that is in the world.”

Griz said Do you want to join?

And I said “I’m Gonna have to say no.”

With the word “no” still on my lips Griz smashed my face to a bloody mess.

The guys holding my arms must figured I was done because I had the use of my arms again. Probably surprising Griz and his fellow bikers I remained standing and tried to speak. In the very act of trying to speak I became aware of exactly how forcefully smashed my face was and thought to The Lord Almighty you said you would heal me. Then my right hand came up to my face and moved around it and everywhere I touched God healed me  resulting in me standing there healed in a bloody shirt but not bloody where God had healed!

Griz then asked me how I did that.

I told him I didn’t do it; God had healed me. I told him I was leaving now and if he hit me again God would strike him down. Griz followed me outside and in the daylight I could see he was earnestly and urgently shaken. He asked me about his salvation. And the Lord moved me to tell Griz to seek out Gerry Hays (this was someone that Griz already knew but I had never met or heard of) and if he still wanted to know the Lord Gerry would guide him. When I got home my mother freaked out thinking I was hurt because of all the blood on my shirt but I was quite fine as the healing was God given.

I have posted testimonies about this before, but I just gotta keep on posting because He keeps amazing me! I got Diego, my 3 year old dog, in 2008. He was the perfect puppy but we noticed that he drank a lot of water. We took him to the vet and they thought it could be a urinary infection so they put him on antibiotics. When he wasn’t reducing his water intake the doctor told me that he probably had some sort of congenital kidney disease. As I read online about dogs with kidney disease we got discouraged at the prognosis; after a few days with him my husband decided we were returning him to where we got him from. I cried a lot and prayed a lot that he changed his mind; he didn’t want me to suffer so he thought it would be easier to return him. At the end we decided to keep him but I gotta say that I told God, ‘I’m gonna keep him because I have faith that You can heal him’. So I prayed and prayed and prayed…

Diego’s kidney values were slowly creeping up at the beginning until they started to increase faster. I prayed to God to find me a better vet…that week at church, there was a series about healing, and at the end of the service they asked those people that wanted prayer to go to the front. I had been crying and sad the whole week because Diego was getting worse….I walked to the front and there was a few prayer warriors from the church ready to pray for people and this guy told me to go to him…he asked me who I needed prayer for, and I told him that my prayer request was a little strange because it was for a dog, and I told him the whole story…well, he looks at me and tells me ‘guess what I do?’ and I say ‘what?’ and he says ‘I’m a vet’………

I couldn’t believe it!!!! I started crying even more and he prayed for Diego and for me…I was so overwhelmed with joy that I walked away after we were done and I didn’t even ask him where his practice was so I could bring Diego to him…I had asked God for a vet after all! …so I just remembered his first name and looked for him on Facebook and found him….I emailed him thanking him for praying for us and I told him that I thought that God sent him so I took Diego to him…he was really nice and ran some tests for my dog and he confir9med the kidney disease diagnosis…he wad amazed at how high Diego’s values were and how good he looked despite them…(his kidney values were very high and he was not reslly showing any symptoms other than high values) …the second time we went. His office he introduced me to a younger girl vet who wanted to take Diego’s case. She put him on some new meds that were going to help him and changed his therapy a little bit. I could tell she was very interested in Diego’s case and that she was researching a lot for us. Diego’s values suddenly started going higher and higher and he started showing symptoms …he didn’t want to eat, was throwing up everything, was very lethargic, shaky, didn’t want to play or go out…I still was praying all the time..and .I have never stopped trusting God for his healing… ‘He always delivers me’ I kept on thinking to myself…I decided to really trust God and leave my dog in His powerful hands…when I took Diego to the doctor the vet said that she thought we should put him down soon; I was devastated and felt defeated…as I got home I started praying and asking God why, I was reading my bible and this is what the Lord showed me “Bear with me a little longer and I will show you that there is more to be said in God’s behalf” from the book of Job. So I waited. Miraculously Diego started to feel better, his values started to drop and be better, he started eating, playing, being himself…

I couldn’t believe it! He was keeping his promise! About two weeks ago Diego was tested and his values are as follows: BUN 42 (was 166), creatinine 5.1 (was 10), phosphorus 5 (was 13)…these values are almost normal! Praise the Lord! I know this dog came to me for a reason other than being a pet, God always had a plan! I step out in faith and i know my God will keep him stable and will make him even better! Believe! He can do ANYTHING!!!!!! Sorry for my long testimony but I had to share! God bless everyone!

It has been several months since i got saved and i began to experience more of gods presence and power in my life. one day i wanted to get a book “good morning holy spirit” downloaded from a torrent. I knew something was wrong, something inside of me spoke it was illegal, nevertheless i dint heed to holy spirits voice and i downloaded that ebook. I extracted the rar file and i sensed something bad ,and to my disappointment, the rar file included occult pdf was corrupted. There were demonic images inside the file, i deleted immediately and regretted that i should have listened to holy Spirits voice.

That very night i had awful dream, a demonic dream, i dint have a peaceful sleep, and i woke up in the morning feeling uneasy in my body through out. I realized that i had a bad dream, and i had a strong feeling that god fought through out the night on my behalf in my dream, though i dint see god in my dream. Dream though unclear, i was pretty much convinced it was a demonic dream. i had flashes of demons in my memory. I went to college carrying sickness and was struggling the whole day, but i kept saying to myself god is going to heal me, he will heal me. I went to doctor that evening and the doctor reported that i had fever and throat infection. I thought to myself “i was pretty much fine till yesterday night,” still unable to digest the fact that i was sick. No matter what i kept saying: god will heal me, i came back to my room i slept for a couple of hours i woke up and hardly forcing myself to take nap again a voice popped out saying”write on your sticky notes, BY YOUR STRIPES I AM HEALED AND PASTE IN YOUR CLOSET.”

i was reluctant at first but then i got up i wrote with much agony in my heart, i pasted it and i slept. What happened 30 minutes from that point was a miracle, i got completely healed, renewed my strength back.  This incident taught me a valid important lesson:  “HEED TO GOD’S VOICE ALWAYS.”

I was recently browsing documents on my laptop when I found a letter that I wrote when I was suffering from depression. You can see the letter below.

26 October,
2010

Hi, my name is Jackie. I’m 16 years old. I go to a youth group where we do bible studies
every week. I go to church every Sunday. I have a lot of friends who really
care about me. I have a loving and supportive family. I believe that God is my
heavenly father and he answers prayer.

Yesterday I was diagnosed with depression.

I have been suffering from depression for a few months but it was only just recently that
it got much worse.

I feel constantly confused. I am easily agitated, have lack of interest in things that I normally
love, feel detached from my friends and family, cry a lot, have trouble
concentrating, keep looking for an escape, feel no purpose or  motivation, constantly forget things, feel
numb and have trouble doing some of the most basic everyday tasks.

When I had all these things happening to me, I was scared; I didn’t know what was wrong
with me. I was blaming myself, I felt I was being selfish, acting in that way
that worried everyone, and I was so terrified when I learnt I had no control
over it. I didn’t know what was wrong with me, so when the doctor diagnosed me
with depression, I felt a sense of relief. I know this will sound strange but
I’ve been so happy since being diagnosed. I feel a sense of hope, that now that
my family and I know what is wrong with me, we can do something about it.

When it first became obvious to my parents that I had depression, they started praying over
me and telling me to let God heal me, When I didn’t get any better, they got
angry at me saying I didn’t have enough faith.

I hit rock bottom, just a few days ago I was at a point where even my parents wouldn’t
listen to me or help me. I felt stupid for feeling depressed; I thought that it
was something that I should be able to control myself and just stop. I also
felt bad for my family; I could see that my depression was having a bad impact
on them. My Dad stopped smiling and my Mum would cry when she thought I wasn’t
listening. My little sister and brother were scared; they didn’t know what was
happening to me. I didn’t know what was happening to me either. I was so
confused. I’d wake up in the morning and not want to get out of bed, I couldn’t
think of any reason to. I don’t have trouble getting out of bed anymore because
now when I wake up I praise the Lord and ask him to bless my day.

Although depression is a terrible thing, I feel that God may have a purpose for this. I
know that I can overcome this with God’s help and when I’m healed of this
depression, I am going to have an amazing testimony and be able to help others.
Just because I’ve been diagnosed with depression, doesn’t mean I have to act
depressed, I’m going to be filled with the joy of the Holy Spirit, and be the
happiest depressed person anyone has ever seen.

 When I read this I feel so blessed and overwhelmed with God’s love. He saved me from my pit of despair. He emptied my heart of all it’s unforgiveness, guilt and hurt and filled it with his healing everlasting love.

I am 17 years old and completing my last year of highschool. When I graduate in 6 months time I am going to go on to study and become a Christian Depression Recovery Workshop facilitator. I don’t know when or how, but those are the exact words that God has said to me and I know that this is what he wants me to do. I yearn to help others going through what I went through and pray that they can find God’s love just as I did.

 God Bless everyone,

Jackie.

Howdy all!

My name is Sarah (I’m 17 years old) and I will be sharing my testimony of how the Lord Jesus healed me of my heart-breaking, agonizing eczema. For anyone who has or is going through this awful condition, I pray that my testimony encourages you and strengthens you in your faith and walk with God.

Now, for the testimony!

I had been battling with eczema (which is an incredibly itchy,  dry, inflammed skin condition) for a little over a year. I had been to countless doctors, who would often prescribe me topical steroids and emollients to soothe the pain. They never addressed the root problem though- but hey, it’s not their fault, they aren’t dermatologists after all. I did actually have a consoltation with a professional & qualified dermatologist, who charged around £200 for a pesky examination. 

I felt awful because my mum and dad were spending so much money to try and help me. But nothing seemed to work.

Some days were worse than others, but all in all the disease never went away and never enabled me to enjoy a quiet, peaceful night sleep. Sometimes I would itch so much, I would wake up to finding blood and skin all over my bed covers. Short sleeves were a nono, as I had to hide my raw, diseased arms.

Now you can imagine for a 16-year old girl this was a heavy burden to carry. I went through stages of depression and sometimes prayed to God to take me back home to Him.

Obviously, God did not let me die. He had other plans for me. But I was still sick.

I read on Joyce Meyers website that meditating on the Word of God would heal me. Joyce talked about how Gods Word is medicine and how we don’t need to buy expensive drugs or countless pills to get well.

Wonderful, I thought! So I did just that. I decided to stop using all my creams and medicines. I printed out my healing scriptures, meditated on them as much as I could (sometimes I would lock myself up in my room to get the Word of God into me).

Gods Word sank into my heart and I really began to believe Jesus wanted me well. But my skin wasn’t getting better. It was getting worse. The itching was more intense, the disease began to spread from my arms to my thighs, legs, trunk, stomach, hands and underarms.

Huh?! Why isn’t it working? Foolishly, I just assumed this was God’s way of healing me. It would get worse before it got better I thought.

I thought this way for weeks. I let my body rot and spread the dangerous disease.

It got to the point where I couldn’t get out of bed because I was in so much pain, that I realized something wasn’t right. My mum (who is a christian) was horrified when she saw the state of my body. She decided to support me when I told her I was going cold turkety from the meds, but she never saw or knew the pain I put up with because I covered up well.

How foolish I was to believe that turning away from medicine was the solution! Now I’m not saying God doesn’t heal miraculously- of course He does. But He heals in different ways. So if you’re reading this and if you’re considering throwing away your medicine, please pray and be 100% certain it’s the Lord advising you to do it, and not someone else.

Anyway, back to the testimony. So there I was, feeling ashamed, embarrassed, foolish and useless. I was grieving the Holy Spirit by refusing to really let the Lord help me the way He wanted to.

So I went to the doctors and got my creams back. My doctor (who is also a christian) was incredulously shocked at how bad of a state I was in. My arms literally looked like they had 5 degree burns on them.

It wasn’t til one day when I was thinking about trying out a diet, that God properly spoke to me. “It’s gluten” whispered a gentle voice. Aha!

I began to research the link between gluten and eczema. It turned out what I had was a symptom of celiac disease- a nasty rash called dermatitis herpetiformis. The images shown on the page matched my body completely.

Phew, I thought! So I began to cut gluten out of my diet, trusting in the Lord to do what He could only do. Over time, my skin began to restore itself and the itchiness went away in a matter of days on the gluten-free diet.

I am completely free from that wretched disease- I can sleep without itching! My sheets have no blood stains on them anymore! I don’t have to live in fear anymore. I used to tread night times. I used to want to stay awake all night reading my bible in fear of falling asleep and scratching. I used to beg God to take my disease away. When in reality, God never wanted me to be stricken with sufferring. 

God wanted to help me from the beginning: I just never asked Him what the problem was. I thought I knew better. I thought I could find  a ‘cure’, when really the cure was in what I ate. It was a natural cure! God didn’t want me to waste my money, He didn’t want me to be alone or in pain. He wanted me to be set free, and He wants you to be set free too!

So there you have it folks- not your average testimony. But then again,  God is unpredictable and His strength is made perfect in my weakness! I used to think diseases like eczema were hopeless. I used to believe that I had to go through pain to be a ‘good’ christian to prove my loyalty and love for the Lord. I’m so ashamed telling you all this, but it’s true.  

I’m just so thankful that the Lord had mercy on me, and didn’t leave me in my darkest days (even when I was set in my own ways and grieving His Holy Spirit).

 May all the glory, honour and praise go to God the Father, Son and Holy Spirit forever!

GOD IS A HEALER! TRUST HIM! ASK HIM FOR GUIDANCE! HE WILL NOT LET YOU CARRY AROUND A HEAVY BURDEN, FOR HIS YOKE IS EASY AND HIS BURDEN IS LIGHT!!!

I got to understand that God dishes out to you more than one gift,  with some quite so visible and others not so visible however they are revealed as you go along in life. My first love is for fashion and makeup.  I am so passionate about beauty and get excited when I get the opportunity to display my makeup artistry skills as well as coming up with a unique design that is later transformed into an outfit. Designers  and makeup artist often collaborate both as it comes with the territory.  I am also passionate about writing and see my skills as a medium to encourage people. I feel particularly drawn towards women because life as a woman can be quite challenging that often you feel as thou the entire world wants a piece of you. However in the midst of it all God brings out the best in you through your situations. 

I was least prepared for this journey God was about to take me on. It all started in the early hours on the 6th of November 2010, it was a saturday morning. I was still in bed relaxing and felt the urge to carry out my usual self-examination( I believe God prompted this) am not sure why I started with the right breast.  Anyways as I proceeded, I came across a small lump at the corner of my right breast. Initially I was afraid, but then I prayed about it and waited patiently to see my GP (General Practitioner or Doctor) the following monday. My GP examined me and then refered me to see a specialist.  The weeks to follow were a bit daunting as my mind became a battle field. I finally received my letter of appointment to see the specialist. At this stage I felt the need to speak up so I informed my younger sister who lives in Nigeria( West africa). It took a while longer to inform the rest of the family which consist of my three older brothers and a second youngest sister.  We are a close-knit family and encourage each other in difficult times.

A day before my appointment of the 17th of November 2010, my nipple started to discharge blood this worried me and I increasingly became concerned but no afraid. I usually get on the computer to check ever and anything, however it did not cross my mind at this stage.  My brothers and sisters had encouraged me so much in the word of God that I felt like a warrior going to battle.  I hurried back to my GP, this time I saw another doctor (this usual happens in an emergency, you see the next available GP) She examined me and said she was unable to find any lump in the suspicious area. Looking back now I recollect the strange look she gave me as thou she knew something I didn’t. She probably did from the symptoms, however she did not know of my Healer. She drew my attention to a dimpled like orange peel effect she had felt at the top part of the same breast and questioned if I was aware of it.  I informed her I was just seeing it first hand and perhaps it had just appeared. She advised I waited for my initial appointment to see the specialist and proceeded to take a swab. From then on it was test after test.

My appointment of the 17th of November 2010 was an all day event. The results came back, however the specialist felt some of the results were inconclusive and a further and final test was re-scheduled for the 22nd of November 2010. This day marked the beginning of a self finding journey.   I have simply refused to accept the doctor’s report, so when i relay my story, i like to say the right breast was diagnosed with DCIS.

The diagnoses suggests that the right breast was with (DCIS) Ductal carcinoma in situ, which is the earliest stage of breast cancer also known as pre-cancer or non-invasive cancer. Ductal carcinoma in situ(DCIS) of the breast is an early, localized cluster of cancer cells that start in the milk passages (ducts) but have not penetrated the duct walls into the surrounding tissue. 

With all this information flowing around my head I moved from one emotion to another. I remember the specialist asking me if I expected it and with a calm voice i said no, as i thought to myself is it some sort of important guest you expect and prepare for.  It was then that I began to cry, my initial thoughts were about my husband and children, my entire family knowing full well it will juggle a few memories. Yes my mother too was diagnosed in her 50s and I recollect back then I was a teen living in my native country of Nigeria. With the little knowledge I had back then, I thought cancer was an old school illness. It took me till date to understand that it’s not old school, in-fact it’s more new school than ever and it knows no race, color, gender nor age. I intensified my research analyst skills and got to understand that there is a global rise in breast cancer due to westernized lifestyle and there are also preventive measures to reduce the risks of breast cancer, however the doctors will not let you in on this you have to basically do your research to know.

Looking back to the very beginning, i strongly believe God held me by the hands and prepared me for this journey and I will forever be grateful to him. I am willing to go wherever he will take me on this knowledge and self finding journey. I am truly blessed and hold on to God’s words in Jeremiah 30:17 of his promise to restore health to me and to heal me of wounds.

I began to prepare myself  for treatment, i started to read and meditate on healing scriptures, i read books, researched on the treatment and recovery.  i would refer to the book i was reading, a wonderful book by Dr Betty R. Price (Through the Fire & Through the Water).  This book became one of my best friends, i also read a book by Bishop Oyedepo (on the benefits of taking the Holy communion) as I enter into phase of my journey. 

I knew it wasn’t going to be easy but I choose to be still  knowing God is with.

When i was 17 i got raped, due to that i had to have a rape kit done. My dr. Called me and told me that i needed to come back into the office to receive my test results..i knew there was something wrong, going into there thinking it was something treatable, or maybe herpes at the worst, totally not expecting what i was about to hear.

The dr. Sat me and my mother down, asked me if i wanted my mom in the room, me replyin” yeah, y not”..the dr. Looked at the report, sadly saying,

“You’re HIV positive.”

That moment, my whole world crumbled, i really cant even explain it, at that moment all i could think about was death. I mean i was still a kid, not really knowing much about the disease, except that it can kill u, and its not curable. I kept telling the dr. Theres a mistake, thats not right, so on..he told us that we could recheck my blood but until then to go home and clean, get rid of all the razors i might have used, make sure no one else uses my toothbrush, and to even wash our clothes separately.

Anyways i had a lil boy at the time, he was 2-3yrs old..the whole week i had to wait for my blood work to come back, all i did was laid on the couch, crying, i wouldnt even let me son near me, scared id give him something (i didnt know much about the disease) i read all about it tho. Just in case i was positive, i’d know what to expect and so on..my family members came to visit me (my uncle particularly); he is my pastor also. But they came to visit, letting me know that they all would still love me, and not treat me any different…(that was hard)??

But in the mean time, there’s one thing i did, that changed my life…i PRAYED TO GOD WITH MY WHOLE HEART, weeping, promising him i’d turn my life around, and so on… well after that week passed, i gotta phone call one morning round 9am…it was my family dr. He called to let me know my test came back…NEGATIVE. i said no AIDS? He said no AIDS, HIV, herpees, etc. OMG… i screamed with joy… knowing my god had changed my test result… i wanted to share this testimony to let people know no matter what the drs say, god always has the final say so always believe, have faith and pray, pray, PRAY. God is a healer, miracle working god, an on time god. Never doubt one bit. He holds all the answers to life!