I just want to leave this as a testimony.
On February 2003 I had major surgery. I had a hiatal hernia repair. Meaning my stomach had moved up in my chest and was incarcerated there. For a long time I didn't know what was wrong. When I walked I got out of breath. Even the short walk from my home to the parking lot to get in my car, I had to sit behind the wheel and pray for a while before I could drive.
I went in to the doctors and got a check up only to find that all of my problems were coming from the incarcerated hernia. I had the surgery and was placed in intensive care. I praise God for the saints of God. In intensive care every time I woke up someone was at the head of my bed, with their hands on my head praying for me. When I began to sit up the nurses told me that while I was on my way to the operating room, I was speaking in this strange language. They didn't know that I was praying and praising God in tongues. My son was very upset thinking that I wasn't going to make it through the surgery.
I took my son Sean's hands and I told him as Isaac told his son, "I'M GOING UP BUT I WILL BE BACK".
I had faith in God that he would see me through that serious surgery. This is the type surgery that most doctors refuse to perform because it is so dangerous and so very close to our hearts.
I had prayed and asked God to let Angels encamped about that operating room. To place an angel in every corner. The doctors told me that I had a heart attack during the surgery. I had to have one of my ribs taken out on the left side so that the doctor could get his hands in to perform the surgery. That is because our ribs are so close together. They had to let all of the air our of my left lung to perform the surgery. I was under anesthesia but I remember when the air was taken out of my lung. It felt like a door had slammed on my lungs and I could no longer breath.
I was suppose to remain in intensive care for at least two weeks. Instead I was only there for three days and from there I was suppose to go to the next level the step down unit. Instead I skipped over the next level which was the step down unit and went to a regular floor. The fourth day I was eating regular foods.
The nurses would come into my room just to hear me witness to them about Jesus. I was singing and praising God to and with them the whole while I was there in that hospital.
When it came time for me to go home which was only a week's time, they didn't want to see me go home. I made a lot of new friends during that entire ordeal.
The doctors took pictures of the surgery. I have pictures here at home with my entire heart exposed and the doctor's hands working on my heart. I would upload it to my website but I am afraid that someone might not be able to handle the picture and it would become offensive. to some.
I said all of that to say, Jesus is a healer but the world don't believe it. Guardian Prayer Warriors I just want to tell you that "I BELIEVE GOD, I BELIEVE GOD WILL DO JUST WHAT HE SAYS, TRUST AND OBEY THERE IS NO OTHER WAY, YES I BELIEVE, I BELIEVE GOD.
MAY GOD BLESS YOU ALL
SISTER BETTY HOLMES
NOWFAITHBEEJAY
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