healing stories (pt. 2)
Cori sustained an injury a few years ago that left parts of her wrist and hand crushed and weak. She wasn’t able to continue in her profession because of it. One night after a teaching on healing, we laid hands on her hands and prayed. She felt nothing, but later that night she noticed that she had been holding her huge study Bible with her hand for a really long time. And it didn’t hurt! God led her to a personal trainer who worked with her on some exercises for her wrists. Previously she had a 10 pound weight restriction on her hands and wrists and couldn’t push herself away from a wall. Within just a few weeks of continuing to trust God and be faithful to her trainer’s instructions, she was able to do multiple sets of bench presses as well as floor push-ups. Here are some texts we’ve received from Cori over the past couple months: “Another wrist triumph! I did 3 sets of 10 girl push ups! Watch out Jack Lelane!” “A shout goes out to Him who sits on the throne! I did 3 sets of 10 bench presses using two 15 pound weights!” “Guess what I did? I used a kettle ball today! I am also doing 30 push ups off the floor. So much for that 10 pound weight restriction!”
Ben – I was in the bathroom for two hours straight (try not to laugh at the nature of my infirmity here:) The pain in my gut was worse than it had ever been in my entire life, worse than the gastritis I had as a kid or the hour long spasms I’d had off and on since college. It had been years since I was able to drink a cup of coffee or eat a steak or cheese pizza without serious consequences. This time the pain was only getting worse instead of better. But I sat there doubled over and said, “God, I won’t believe this pain more than I believe your promises. It hurts, but even if it never goes away, I’m not going to let it convince me that you’re a liar or that you don’t intend to heal me. God, I believe you want to heal me and I accept it regardless of what I feel.” I got back in bed, but the minute I laid down I shot back up and doubled over groaning. Katy woke up and began to read Scriptures and pray over me in the Spirit. I sat like this for about 10 minutes and then began to get really cold. I laid back in bed to see if I could get warm. My body began to shake and twitch uncontrollably. It felt like my appendix was about to burst or my stomach was coming apart. While she was on the phone getting some advice, I laid in bed and told God the pain didn’t matter. It actually made me mad and I refused to doubt. Suddenly, as we were seriously considering going to the ER, my whole body went limp, warmth returned and I fell asleep. It was days before I realized I’d been healed. Just to test it I drank 5 cups of coffee. When I didn’t get sick (not even a twinge of pain) I ate an entire steak along with a potato and biscuits. Nothing. No pain or discomfort. I slept like a baby and woke without even a sour stomach. Praise God! After years of what I believe was probably an ulcer, I was set free!
