When I was 17 I was diagnosed with Ulcerative Colitis. I ignored the diagnosis and ended up in the ER, having almost bled to death (hemoglobin level was 3.5).
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At that point, I had to get 3 units of blood transfusions and was put on the highest dosage of steroids that my 106 lb body could handle. Every time I tried to get off of the steroids I’d bleed again, so I was then given 2 remicade transfusions. A month after the last remicade transfusion in 2013, I was radically healed when a group of college friends laid hands and prayed over my body. I went off of all medications for 4 1/2 years and had absolutely no issues.
Then, in October of 2017, I set foot overseas as a long-term missionary, and within an hour of landing in Eurasia, I began bleeding again.
Fast forward to this month:
I started wrestling with the Lord. “This can not be my lot in life. I know you are a good Father. I know it’s your will to heal my body — I refuse to accept this as my lot in life. You are my healer. By Your wounds, I AM healed. LORD – YOU ARE MY ONLY HOPE. I LOVE YOU, GOD. I LOVE YOU, GOD, YOU LOVE ME. YOU ARE FAITHFUL.”
I lost my voice from proclaiming this so loudly. This is just a tiny jist of the long, one-sided, desperate, emotional, conversation I had with the Lord when it was confirmed that none of the medication was effective on my body.
God reminded me of His promise to heal my body through the different words He had spoken to me in my quiet times as well as through dreams He had given me. He also reminded me of the specific words of knowledge I’d received from believers who didn’t know me.
During one of my quiet times a few months ago, I heard the Lord say He was going to heal my body on my birthday as a gift from Him. A gift that I can not earn, and don’t have to beg for. I prayed and felt it was right to go off of the medications (they weren’t working so it felt pretty easy to do).
I had a shift in my mindset that I no longer needed to beg for healing or figure out how to “touch the hem of His garment” so to speak. Far too often I’ve tried to figure out what I needed to do to get God to heal me (a mindset I didn’t realize was so wrong). I started to realize that God loves me and wants to heal me. I couldn’t do anything but look to Him.
I realized that I needed to stand strong in my faith and trust that God will do what He says He will do.
Two weeks went by, the bleeding began to come to an end. I had 5 days of no bleeding. Standing on truth, proclaiming it over my body and thanking God for His healing, I was hopeful that this truly was the moment of my complete healing.
On September 28, I bled one time. I didn’t tell anyone and my friend looked at me and said, “I feel like we are supposed to pray for the completion of your healing — I feel so strongly it will be completed by October 2, and the L0rd just wants you to know, you don’t have to beg for it.”
On September 30, I prayed against the spirit of immorality in the city I am living in. (Our school is right above a sex shop where women are literally in legal slavery, having their bodies sold all day.) The Lord told me,“There’s going to be whiplash, but don’t be afraid, My Word still stands true.”
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The next day, October 1st (my birthday), I began bleeding again. But I felt this confidence that it was indeed the day that I was receiving divine healing in my body. By the grace of G0d, there wasn’t a doubt in my mind. I continued declaring His truth but truly didn’t know what else to do, and I know that’s where God wanted me to be completely dependent upon Him.
On the morning of October 2, I bled two more times, but continued to proclaim truth and His word over my body. Many of my friends were also praying in agreement with me. I then heard the Lord say to me, “Daughter, your faith has made you well.” I went to the bathroom (sorry for the details but it’s real) and was 100% completely back to norma l– no more bleeding, no more pain.
HE HEALED MY BODY!!
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I am 100% healed and off all medications (I’ve never been able to stop bleeding without the help of medication in the history of this disease EVER apart from the time I was healed in 2013) and am still 100% back to normal today.
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