This is a testimony about Jesus—His power and His love, His faithfulness and kindness. He has done for me what no doctor could accomplish and brought forth a mighty work of healing in my body, beginning March 31, 2014.
Battle with Lyme Disease
For about fourteen years, I dealt with major health issues, much of that time without knowing the root cause. As months and then years passed, I saw doctors in many fields, both natural and traditional, but none could provide solutions or offer meaningful insight on what I experienced in my body. Finally, in late 2011, I received a diagnosis that explained the systemic issues plaguing my body—chronic Lyme disease and several co-infections (bartonella and babesiosis, also tick-borne diseases). By this time, the infections had been spreading for many years, and they had impacted almost every area of my body. Despite undergoing extensive treatment at a clinic specializing in Lyme and other tick-borne diseases, my health continued to spiral downward.
Journey of Faith
While I received medical treatment, I put my ultimate hope in the healing power of God. I knew He could choose to heal through the means of doctors/medicine, but I also knew He could supernaturally release healing in my body in an instant. In fact, when I first began experiencing health problems as a young teen (relatively minor at that point), God told me He would heal me. So for fourteen years I sought Him regarding that promise, and after my marriage in 2007, my husband and I contended in prayer together for my healing, confident that He would fulfill His word in my life. Each day our prayer was “do it today, God!”
Sometimes continuing to ask and have faith tested us deeply, but we knew that Jesus purchased my healing on the cross, and we sought Him for the manifestation of that reality in my body.
Sometimes we went through seasons where we felt isolated in the struggle, but many times God blessed us with people who stood with us in faith and in steadfast, daily prayer. Our church springs from a community of prayer that takes place continuously 18 hours a day/5 days a week, and at the beginning of 2014, they began to pray corporately for me to a greater degree than ever before. During community prayer sets each day, leaders and members of the congregation asked God for my healing. By this time I was too sick to make it to church much, so people came out my house to pray over me almost every week.
In addition to this persevering prayer, God reminded me that beholding His nature and His goodness and celebrating it—praising Him even in sickness and weakness—was a key to overcoming. In the last few years before my healing, one of the Scriptures He led me to was Isaiah 54. The whole chapter spoke to me deeply in the season of waiting, but one of the verses that guided my steps was this: “Sing, O barren woman, you who never bore a child; burst into song, shout for joy, you who were never in labor, because more are the children of the desolate woman than of her who has a husband…” This Scripture revealed to me that rejoicing in God and praising Him during seasons of lack and barrenness results in supernatural fruitfulness and the fulfillment of His word. And though it took time, we eventually saw this truth manifest in my life.
Despite the fact we were seeking God for healing and pursuing expert medical care, I continued to decline physically. In March 2014, I hit a crisis point. I was virtually bed-ridden. Thanks to months of severe nausea that persisted despite every medication the doctors could throw at me, I had lost a dangerous amount of weight, and the levels of sickness, intense pain, and brain-fog continued to increase, culminating in a seizure and several days stay in the hospital for numerous issues that had emerged. Upon my release, I was so weak that I couldn’t even walk from the bed to the bathroom myself. I struggled even to talk clearly.
Because of the fragility of my body at that point, we didn’t feel that I could handle continued treatment (at that point I had a PICC line through which I received IV antibiotic therapy). Yet I couldn’t afford to allow the disease to rage unchecked either. So we remained uncertain of the path forward and in dire need of a breakthrough. I was physically and emotionally exhausted, but I knew what God had said still held true, regardless of what I experienced in my body. He was the answer we needed. So for about a week after my release from the hospital, we continued to cry out for wisdom and for God to intervene…and on March 31st, He did.
That afternoon, my mom and I spoke together over the phone and during our conversation, God began to remind me of dreams He had given me and words He had spoken over the years, and fresh faith stirred in my heart. My husband and I continued the discussion later that day, which then led into a time of prayer, and subsequently into worship. As the music played, I began to feel strength in my body, and suddenly I leapt to my feet (I had been laying down) and started jumping up and down, which would have been impossible for me moments before. In a moment’s time, my body and voice became strong and free. His power and joy surged through my body and my soul. And I began to laugh.
Words fail when attempting to describe the potent joy that spilled out in my body and soul, and the presence of God in that room was the strongest I’ve ever felt. For five hours, His Spirit continued to pour out in our midst—the true supernatural joy of the Lord and His healing power. At some point in all this, I knew God had healed me. I looked at my husband and said, “It’s done. I’m healed. Oh, thank God. Oh, thank God.” An exhilarating swirl of joy and peace and sweet relief filled me. We made it through, thanks to His faithfulness and unfailing love.
That night, God instantaneously healed so much in my body, and over the past five years, I’ve been medication free, healing continues to unfold, and health continues to increase. Many of the doctors and medical professionals I’ve seen acknowledge the supernatural healing touch of God. The tangible change prompted those who saw me days before to do a double-take and ask what had happened to me…because there was LIFE in my body again. Others, despite having no explanation for the sudden disappearance of my symptoms and restoration to health, remained skeptical about the involvement of God. And yet the truth stands: He has healed me and set me free. As He did for the woman in Mark 5, Jesus set me free from my suffering and given me new life.
And in August 2014, my husband and I received another amazing gift and tangible sign of healing, one that also fulfilled many years of prayer, when we found out I was pregnant. Our first sweet daughter arrived in April 2015, and our second was born in June 2017—both tremendous, long-prayed-for gifts and fruit of a healed body, and both full of His joy.
To this day, and I’m certain for the rest of my life, I’ll be in awe of the way God moved in my body and soul and perfectly fulfilled so many things He had spoken to me through the years. Details of words spoken, dreams given, and the things He taught me during the extended season of illness would take far too long to explore in this short account, but when I see how precisely and beautifully He unfolded the process of healing I’m amazed…and so very thankful. Why did it take so long between the promise and fulfillment? I have no idea, but I do know that He is faithful. He healed me, and He will do it for you also.