It has always amazed me how God will many times set up your testimony such that when you describe what happened in a particular situation, your only answer is your testimony giving Him all the glory.
This testimony deals with the area of divine healing. We have all probably witnessed healing services across the country, live or on television, but when you personally experience divine healing, it takes that experience to another level.
My introduction to this testimony is kind of embarrassing and that embarrassment almost prevented me from sharing this testimony with you.Then who knows how many people would not have been blessed.
In one of my other testimonies, GOD WILL GET YOUR ATTENTION, I described a period of time in my life where my “Jonah experience” was a graveyard shift security job at an inactive guard house where the only activity was God’s revelation to me as to why I was there; to get my priorities straight.
One night, while reading THE ELIJAH TASK and the chapter on spiritual warfare, seemingly out of nowhere the biggest bug I have ever seen in my life dropped on the pages I was reading. This huge moth/butterfly/catapillar was the size of the palm of my hand (about 3 inches long with a closed wing span of about 4 inches).
Needless to say, when you’re half sleep and trying your best to stay focused reading something at four in the morning, when a bug that size pops up in front of you, you experience quite an adrenaline rush, as I did that night.
I stood up and backed away quickly, pushing the roll-away chair out of my way, all in one move, while keeping my eyes on this monstrosity the entire time. As I stepped off the small rug that was under my chair on to the concrete tile, both feet left the ground. I was totally helpless a small 270 pounds landed squarely on my tail bone.
I felt my entire skeletal structure rattle and was almsot certain thatsomething must be broken. I laid there for who knows how long trying toanalyze how bad was I hurt. Finally, more angry than hurt, I pulledmyself to my feet and noticed that the prehistoric bug had elevated toabout 20 feet in the 25 foot picture window.
“Oh no, you’re not getting away with this one.!” I mumbled partly to myself and the bug as well.
I quickly went into a small closet and a few seconds later, came out with everything I could carry that would make a great projectile. However, the bug was nowhere to be found. There was no way a bug that size could descend in a matter seconds and fly out the cracked front door without me seeing it.
I told my relief about the bug at the end of my shift but it was never seen again. Now, of course, I’ve been asking myself ever since, was all of that with the bug a dream, a hallucination or a visitation in the spirit. I definitely don’t think it was a coincidence that it landed while I was reading about spiritual warfare.
Anyway, about four months later, I began to feel a dull ache in my lower back. I didn’t think much of it at first until the pain began to increase steadily over the next month and a half. Soon the pain reached a point to where it felt like I was walking around with a steak knife stuck in my back with numbness going down my left leg.
My Motrin dosages which began at 200 mg per dose had increased to 800 mg per dose with very little relief. I finally went to the doctor and found that it was a sciatic nerve problem.
You may ask why it took so long to get to the doctor. A problem many of us fitness fanatics have is that we hate to admit that, with all of our fitness prowess, there still comes a time when we need to see a doctor. Well, I was definitely humbled that day. My doctor scheduled me to see a specialist over the next six weeks or so.
Two weeks away, however, was our church picnic where I was to minister in music with my flugle horn. Even that thought was painful because when you play a brass instrument, you are blowing againsts resistance in the horn which also puts pressure against the lower back. Plus, I would be standing on my feet for at least 20 minutes or more. Still, I was determined that nothing was going to keep me from my picnic performance.
At this time, the only standing I was doing was getting up to walk to the next place where I was going to sit or lie down. The two weeks passed quickly and soon came the day of the picnic and my time to go onstage. I had taken my recent dosage of Motrin. Then my wife and I prayed and she laid hands on me and up I went to perform.
The 20 minutes went by quickly and pain-free, praise God. I was really grateful that I made it through it all. The next morning I awoke, prepared to take that long walk into the kitchen to take my next dose of Motrin. However, on the way to the kitchen I didn’t feel any of the throbbing pain and numbness in the leg. Feeling it was only because the last dose had not yet worn off, I took one tablet just to be sure.
Six hours later, I realized that the pain actually be completely gone. My belief was validated when I skipped a dose and found that the pain and discomfort was indeed a thing of the past, praise God, and has never returned. Since the time, several years ago, I have come across several people with sciatic nerve pains who asked me what did I do to finally free myself of the constant irritating pain. And look at God, my only answer could be, “Well, I had a divine healing. I performed at my church picnic and the pain was gone the next day.”
The response I get to my healing testimony varies according to each person. Some feel they should look into their relationship with God while others walk away wishing I would have said I had had back surgery or something.
I look at my determination to perform in the church picnic that year to be my version of “if I could just touch the hem of His garment, I know I’ll be healed.” Even though I wasn’t expecting a divine healing, I knew that God had given me an assignment that I was to minister in music at the picnic that day. I was determined to carry out that assignment.
My lesson here was “there is healing power through your act of obedience”. Though the are many causes for various physical ailments, how much of our diseases or dis-ease is manifested from our disobedience with God? Only you know the answer to that question but it is something worth looking into.
In looking back at my encounter with the prehistoric bug, that bug represented all of the distractions we have in life that pull our focus from the Lord. When that happens, we fall. But if we get back up and refocus on the Lord, we find Him there waiting for us with open arms ready to soothe and heal our wounds. As the songs says, “We fall down but we get up. For a saint is just a sinner who fell down and got up.”
May the Lords healing power and blessing be upon you this day.
This testimony deals with the area of divine healing. We have all probably witnessed healing services across the country, live or on television, but when you personally experience divine healing, it takes that experience to another level.
My introduction to this testimony is kind of embarrassing and that embarrassment almost prevented me from sharing this testimony with you.Then who knows how many people would not have been blessed.
In one of my other testimonies, GOD WILL GET YOUR ATTENTION, I described a period of time in my life where my “Jonah experience” was a graveyard shift security job at an inactive guard house where the only activity was God’s revelation to me as to why I was there; to get my priorities straight.
One night, while reading THE ELIJAH TASK and the chapter on spiritual warfare, seemingly out of nowhere the biggest bug I have ever seen in my life dropped on the pages I was reading. This huge moth/butterfly/catapillar was the size of the palm of my hand (about 3 inches long with a closed wing span of about 4 inches).
Needless to say, when you’re half sleep and trying your best to stay focused reading something at four in the morning, when a bug that size pops up in front of you, you experience quite an adrenaline rush, as I did that night.
I stood up and backed away quickly, pushing the roll-away chair out of my way, all in one move, while keeping my eyes on this monstrosity the entire time. As I stepped off the small rug that was under my chair on to the concrete tile, both feet left the ground. I was totally helpless a small 270 pounds landed squarely on my tail bone.
I felt my entire skeletal structure rattle and was almsot certain thatsomething must be broken. I laid there for who knows how long trying toanalyze how bad was I hurt. Finally, more angry than hurt, I pulledmyself to my feet and noticed that the prehistoric bug had elevated toabout 20 feet in the 25 foot picture window.
“Oh no, you’re not getting away with this one.!” I mumbled partly to myself and the bug as well.
I quickly went into a small closet and a few seconds later, came out with everything I could carry that would make a great projectile. However, the bug was nowhere to be found. There was no way a bug that size could descend in a matter seconds and fly out the cracked front door without me seeing it.
I told my relief about the bug at the end of my shift but it was never seen again. Now, of course, I’ve been asking myself ever since, was all of that with the bug a dream, a hallucination or a visitation in the spirit. I definitely don’t think it was a coincidence that it landed while I was reading about spiritual warfare.
Anyway, about four months later, I began to feel a dull ache in my lower back. I didn’t think much of it at first until the pain began to increase steadily over the next month and a half. Soon the pain reached a point to where it felt like I was walking around with a steak knife stuck in my back with numbness going down my left leg.
My Motrin dosages which began at 200 mg per dose had increased to 800 mg per dose with very little relief. I finally went to the doctor and found that it was a sciatic nerve problem.
You may ask why it took so long to get to the doctor. A problem many of us fitness fanatics have is that we hate to admit that, with all of our fitness prowess, there still comes a time when we need to see a doctor. Well, I was definitely humbled that day. My doctor scheduled me to see a specialist over the next six weeks or so.
Two weeks away, however, was our church picnic where I was to minister in music with my flugle horn. Even that thought was painful because when you play a brass instrument, you are blowing againsts resistance in the horn which also puts pressure against the lower back. Plus, I would be standing on my feet for at least 20 minutes or more. Still, I was determined that nothing was going to keep me from my picnic performance.
At this time, the only standing I was doing was getting up to walk to the next place where I was going to sit or lie down. The two weeks passed quickly and soon came the day of the picnic and my time to go onstage. I had taken my recent dosage of Motrin. Then my wife and I prayed and she laid hands on me and up I went to perform.
The 20 minutes went by quickly and pain-free, praise God. I was really grateful that I made it through it all. The next morning I awoke, prepared to take that long walk into the kitchen to take my next dose of Motrin. However, on the way to the kitchen I didn’t feel any of the throbbing pain and numbness in the leg. Feeling it was only because the last dose had not yet worn off, I took one tablet just to be sure.
Six hours later, I realized that the pain actually be completely gone. My belief was validated when I skipped a dose and found that the pain and discomfort was indeed a thing of the past, praise God, and has never returned. Since the time, several years ago, I have come across several people with sciatic nerve pains who asked me what did I do to finally free myself of the constant irritating pain. And look at God, my only answer could be, “Well, I had a divine healing. I performed at my church picnic and the pain was gone the next day.”
The response I get to my healing testimony varies according to each person. Some feel they should look into their relationship with God while others walk away wishing I would have said I had had back surgery or something.
I look at my determination to perform in the church picnic that year to be my version of “if I could just touch the hem of His garment, I know I’ll be healed.” Even though I wasn’t expecting a divine healing, I knew that God had given me an assignment that I was to minister in music at the picnic that day. I was determined to carry out that assignment.
My lesson here was “there is healing power through your act of obedience”. Though the are many causes for various physical ailments, how much of our diseases or dis-ease is manifested from our disobedience with God? Only you know the answer to that question but it is something worth looking into.
In looking back at my encounter with the prehistoric bug, that bug represented all of the distractions we have in life that pull our focus from the Lord. When that happens, we fall. But if we get back up and refocus on the Lord, we find Him there waiting for us with open arms ready to soothe and heal our wounds. As the songs says, “We fall down but we get up. For a saint is just a sinner who fell down and got up.”
May the Lords healing power and blessing be upon you this day.
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