In the quiet moments of my soul, I reflect on the
miraculous journey that brought me from near death to the radiant light of
healing. It’s a story that I love to tell.
Nineteen years ago, in 2005, the word “cancer” echoed
through the walls of the doctor’s office in Trinidad. She said she could not
help me and I needed to go abroad.
It was as if time stood still, and the world blurred around
me. Fear clutched at my heart, threatening to drown me in its icy grip, and my
husband was just as stunned. But in that very moment, a flicker of hope
ignited.
We returned home and in the quiet of my room, I knelt by my
bed, tears streaming down my face. I poured out my heart to the One who gave
his life for my salvation, the One who holds the universe together, and the One
who knows the number of cells in my body.
I whispered, “Jesus you healed the woman with the issue of
blood when she reached out and touched your garment. I cannot touch your
garment but I am appealing to your kind heart. Please heal me and take this
burden from me.”
A peace settled over me. It was as if a gentle hand cradled
my trembling body. My husband walked into the room and said that he had called
my daughter, Michelle, in Miami, and she made an appointment for me to see a
renowned oncologist, Dr. Leo Twiggs, at the Sylvester Cancer Centre at the
University of Miami Hospital. My husband had already made flight arrangements.
Friends and family rallied around me, praying with fervour.
Seven months later after chemotherapy, scans, tests, and
surgery, the doctor’s voice held a different tone: “You are cancer-free. Go
home and enjoy the rest of your life.”
The medical team smiled and looked at me. I thanked them,
but I knew the Great Physician had touched me. He had answered my prayers.
Today, I stand on the other side of that diagnosis. The
scars are reminders of His grace. I lift my hands in praise, not just for physical
healing but also for the healing of my spirit. Jesus—the One who walked dusty
roads, healed lepers, and raised the dead, touched me.
So, here I am, penning this testimony. It’s not just ink on
paper; it’s etched into my very being. I am a living testament to love that
defies reason, to grace that surpasses understanding. Jesus healed me, and I
will honour and praise His Holy Name forever.
I hope that my testimony will help others to never give up
despite their ailments and they will hand over their burdens to Jesus.
Healing by the Almighty is a gift worth celebrating every
day of my life.
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