This was in my prayer journal dated 2/27/2023
The devil tried to kill me again. December. January. Pancreatitis. My mind yelling, “They won’t even help with the pain now. They just send you home to die in misery. Alone”. Going into month number three. Down 32 pounds. I was done with the doctors by then.
The devil said, “You have pancreatic cancer. Look it up. You’ll see”. God said, “Don’t- it will shake your faith and you will die of it”. So, I didn’t. That was the moment I took my healing. I chose to trust Him and not check with the world (internet).” I chose to believe the report of the Lord. I will live and not die. By His stripes, I am healed. Healing belongs to me. Who does this uncircumcised Philistine think he is, anyway?
I am not telling you to do this. This is what I did. I was able to start eating then without pain. I was healed.
So many times my life has been spared. 10? 15? I outlive doctors who tell me I’m going to die.
Another time I was in a hospital bed with acute pancreatitis. I was in a lot of pain. Morphine drip pain, going on about a week. The Morphine for a week, the pain had been there weeks. Labs through the roof. I was fighting my natural senses vs. what The Word said. I said, “Lord, you said with a long life you’d satisfy me. I have not lived a long life and I am not satisfied”. That was it. I was done being sick. The next morning I took my IV out, walked the pole up to the desk and dropped it off, went back to my room to get dressed and waited to be seen by the doctor- who reluctantly let me go home. I was healed.
Once, my gallbladder died and I gave up on my primary care doctor and just went to the emergency room for help. A friend was working there that day and made a big fuss of getting me in fast and getting the proper tests ordered. An emergency surgery was ordered at 3AM to remove it. Apparently it was necrotic. When I woke up, the surgeon was standing over me telling me that 'he had irrigated me with 2 liters of normal saline and just got back black crude oil, so he just closed me up'. I assumed that meant, “Why bother”?
I said, “Lord, I’m coming home”. Too exhausted to fight. His answer: “I don’t have 30 years to put into someone else what I’ve put in you”. “OK. I'll stay if you need me. Then heal me”. He did. That was Wednesday. I went back to work on Monday. The HR doctor who had to clear me for work kept asking ‘if I was sure I wanted to go back to work’? Yes. I'm fine, thank you. I felt better than I had in weeks. I worship You, Jesus.
Healing has already been bought and paid for by Jesus. We, however, have to reach out and take it by faith. Hard to do when the bullets are flying towards you, I know. Let God be true and every man a liar. Don’t listen to the enemy, don’t look at the symptoms, speak the Word and put the doubters out of the room.
References
those very men who brought the evil report about the land, died by the plague before the Lord.
1 Samuel 17:26
Then David spoke to the men who stood by him, saying, “What shall be done for the man who kills this Philistine and takes away the reproach from Israel? For who is this uncircumcised Philistine, that he should defy the armies of the living God?”
1 Peter 2:24
who Himself bore our sins in His own body on the tree, that we, having died to sins, might live for righteousness—by whose stripes you were healed.
With long life I will satisfy him, And show him My salvation.”
Since you were precious in My sight, You have been honored, And I have loved you; Therefore I will give men for you, And people for your life.
Romans 3:3-4
For what if some did not believe? Will their unbelief make the faithfulness of God without effect? 4 Certainly not! Indeed, let God be true but every man a liar…
Luke 8:53-54
And they ridiculed Him, knowing that she was dead.
But He put them all outside, took her by the hand and called, saying, “Little girl, arise.”