I want to share with you my personal story on healing.
In 2010, Steven and I began attending a Spirit-filled church. At the time I didn’t realize they were classified as “Spirit-filled” and even if I would have known, I would have had no clue what “Spirit-filled” meant! (I now know that it means that the church believes in all the gifts of the Spirit and also operates in those gifts.)
Anyway, Steven fell in love with everything about the church and he was experiencing spiritual freedom in learning about God’s love, grace, mercy, hope, healing, restoration, etc! He was so excited and was being healed spiritually, mentally, and emotionally every single week!
Me....well...sad to say, but I wasn’t as gung-ho as Steven was. Quite the opposite actually. I dug my heels in and protested (and cried) almost every single week. Things went from out-of-my-control to even worse (or so I thought)! Steven would randomly meet people at work or at gas stations, on the street, everywhere, that would invite him to services or meetings, and guess what, we would go!! HE was so hungry for the Lord! And while Steven was experiencing new life, freedom, and hope as I had never witnessed before, I was more discouraged, depressed, and disappointed than ever before. I was not only emotionally as low as I could go, but I was also physically at my breaking point.
In one year, 12 months, I had gone to the doctor at least fifteen times for an infection my body couldn’t get rid of. After a year of what felt like being a Ginny pig, they put me on a once-a-week treatment that didn’t fix the issue, just covered it up. After that, my back began hurting, really bad. So much so, that I was going to the chiropractor two to three times per WEEK! I ended up at a surgeon's office in Charlotte and received a steroid shot to my lower back and the possibility of surgery. My breaking point during this time was when I received the diagnosis of IC (interstitial cystitis), a painful autoimmune disease that attacks your bladder. The doctor said that mine was the worse case he had ever seen. He said there was no cure for it, only a pill to help with the pain. Over the course of walking through IC, I discovered my body couldn’t handle gluten. I cut out all gluten from my diet. I was going through all of this while my heart ached to be a mom.
Now, I’ve just listed what the doctors had told me and what I was experiencing in my body/my flesh. Steven, who was so on fire and in love with God, began to discover what God had made available to us through the life and death of His Son, Jesus Christ. He would take me to healing services, have people come lay hands on me and pray, and I honestly didn’t want any part of it. I was so calloused and was done trying to figure things out.
I found great comfort in the love of Steven’s Great Aunt, Aunt Jeanne. She would minister to me, share the Word with me, and encouraged me to pick up my Bible and read it for myself; read it as if it was the first time I had ever opened it. She said read Acts and let the Word tell you about the power and baptism of the Holy Spirit. She said read about the gifts of the Spirit and don’t put on the lens of your past beliefs and doctrine. I took her advice and I can honestly say, I have fallen in love with the Word. It really was life to my flesh! (Proverbs 4)
I began believing what the Word said! I began believing that even though my flesh was in a mess, that Jesus paid for me to be healed and to walk in healing. I studied the passages that had to do with physical and emotional healing. I decided that if God was offering me something, I was going to humble myself and receive it. It had been prideful on my part to exalt my opinions, my beliefs (or lack thereof), my theology over what the Word of God clearly said.
Let me say this, I fault no one but myself for my lack of knowledge in healing, the gifts of the Spirit, and the baptism of the Spirit. I have had a Bible available to me since I was a child. It was no one's fault but my own that I listened to man over God. It was no one's fault by my own that I only believed God wanted to take me to heaven, but I just had to suffer through life on earth, taking whatever the enemy put on me. Hosea 4:6 says that people perish for lack of knowledge. Oh, how true that is. I was perishing because of my lack of knowledge and also my pride in thinking I knew everything there was to know about God, His Word, and His Spirit.
Let me tell you what believing in God and taking Him at His Word has done for me:
I am completely healed of IC! (Which by human standards is impossible)!
My back has been restored and it’s stronger than ever!
I no longer have to take my once-a-week pill for those repetitive infections I was having.
And after two years of eating Gluten Free, I can now eat anything!!!
My report echoed Heaven’s report from 2,000 years ago, Brooke Caldwell: Healed! Healed! Healed!
Praise the Lord, my God is a Healer! (Jehovah-Rapha)It is always God’s will to heal! Always (Luke 5:12-16)! What He has done for me, He will do for you! He is no respecter of persons. I share my healing testimonies with you for several reasons, one of which is because it builds faith. Testimony means, “do it again!” We are two weeks away from having a healing service at the Prayer Room. You can receive the healing God has already provided for you. Yes, He WANTS you healed! It takes faith to come to such a meeting. Believe me, I had never been more uncomfortable than when Steven drug me to a healing service...but I am eternally grateful that he did. When I had no faith in my healing, Steven had it for me.
God loves you so much dear friend, and He wants you well. He wants you to live the “abundant life” He spoke of in John 10:10. And quite frankly, what have you got to lose?