Testimonies of Faith: God— the HEALER!! (💛 Guest post 💛)

(This is a testimony of healing from Linda Moore (my late pappaw’s wife)

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It was a Saturday morning. I had gotten up early to make a phone call. I had wanted to check on a sister in the church whose mother was in bad condition and wasn't supposed to last through the night. My husband got up and we always read and prayed together every day. Normally, on a Saturday, Fred (my husband) went to the flea market and I stayed home and cleaned the house. Suddenly, out of nowhere, the day took a terrible twist! I woke up feeling fine, but I began to feel weird. My head started hurting and I began to see crazy, colorful shapes! I told my husband that I didn't feel good. I had no idea what was wrong with me. I felt like I was in slow motion. I was moving but I couldn't think right. To this day, I still can't remember everything that actually happened.

My husband had COPD and his health wasn't the greatest. I've always have been in great health aside from a common cold from time to time. I had never experienced something like this! My main concern during this ordeal though, was my husband!

He told me to sit down in the recliner. When I sat down, that was it! My head was hurting so bad. The funny shapes/colors in my vision stopped. I was in a weird state. I was not awake per say. I could hear what was being said but I could not hardly open my eyes. I think, by this point, I was really scaring Fred. He knew something major was wrong with me. He called his daughter to come over. When she arrived, I remember asking her not to take me to the hospital. At that point, I had STRONG faith--Faith that God could do ANYTHING!

I began to lose my eyesight. I could barely make out the outline of people. My head felt like it was about to burst. My poor husband hadn’t stopped praying for the Lord to heal me. His daughter and her family were also gathered around me earnestly praying. Someone called our pastor and I remember him coming in the house as well along with another preacher in our church. Everyone was praying fervently for God to touch my body. I have no idea how long they prayed but at some point, while they were praying, I felt a cold mist fall over me. I will never forget that! It was a fine misty rain. It started in my head and came down my face, neck, and arms. I was then as if I passed out or lost consciousness. Out of nowhere, the Holy Ghost came in that room. My weak body, nearly lifeless, responded to that sweet, powerful Spirit. It raised me up out of the chair speaking in tongues. I can't tell you how long I was in the Spirit but immediately, I was able to see and talk again. I could think clearly again!

My body was still weak but nothing compared to what I had been experiencing before. I was able to stand up after sitting in that chair for about 5 hours —not knowing if I was going to live or if I was going to die. I was never afraid of dying—I really was not scared at all during this ordeal. I was just worried about my husband. He relied on me so much. I didn't want to worry him.

I was up walking around for a while and then I would sit down and get back up and do it again...Fred's daughter asked me why I was doing that. I had no idea why. It was as if my body was doing it automatically. So by 7:00 pm, I was sitting in the floor talking to the kids. I said “ WOW! I feel great!” They were like, “really?” I was like “Yeah, I am back to my normal self. I feel fine.! Thank you, Lord!”

The next day was Sunday and we went to church for morning and evening service. I knew the Lord had touched me! Monday morning, I woke up feeling like my normal self. I was still thanking God for His Healing Power! I went into the bathroom to blow my nose. As God is my witness, when I blew my nose, there was a small blood clot in the tissue. It was about the size of the tip of a child's finger. I was like, “WOW!” I showed my husband and told a few others about the strange clot. (At this point, we still didn't know what had happened to me on Saturday.)

I clean houses for a living and I work for several doctors across the medical specialty field. As I worked that week, I told each one that a woman at our house got sick over the weekend. I told them this exact story that I just recounted to you (except I didn't say it was me!) After hearing the story, many asked if the lady died or if she was now a 'vegetable'? They were all confident from the details I shared with them that it was a brain aneurysm. A brain aneurysm usually can be fatal in mere minutes if not treated immediately. Even with immediate medical intervention, most often, there will be significant, irreparable damage to the brain. I wish you could have seen their faces when I told them the sick lady was actually me! They were in total shock!! Some cried! They were like “You should have died! You don't come through a brain aneurysm! -- at least, not without tremendous damage to your brain if you do survive!

(One doctor later explained the reason after the Lord touched me, that I seemingly involuntarily kept walking around, sitting down, and then getting back up again to repeat the process. My body was actually pumping the blood back through my body by walking/sitting up and down. God had even made sure my body did exactly what it needed to do to replenish and recirculate the blood flow in my body.)

THANK YOU, LORD!! HE IS A HEALER ( and so much MORE!!)

-Sis Linda Moore

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A Note from Tiphanie ❤️

This testimony is special to my heart. I was a just a kid when this happened. I vividly remember this ordeal. I was there!!! I remember my mom getting the call from my pappaw that something was wrong with his wife, Linda. Mom rushed out the door to run to their house. Dad, my brother, a friend of ours, and I quickly followed in my dad's truck. I remember walking in that house. Linda was laying in the chair, completely lifeless! She had no color in her face whatsoever. She appeared nearly unresponsive. It was very scary! She couldn't open her eyes and she could barely talk. She had told my mom when she had arrived that she didn't want to go to the hospital. Pappaw was sitting by her side. We all gathered around and began to pray... we prayed and prayed...and prayed some more. I'm not talking about a little “Oh Jesus, touch Linda” kind of prayer...I'm talking a “laying flat on your face, weeping/screaming, begging God to move” fervent kind of prayer. The Holy Ghost walked into that sitting room. We could immediately feel the atmosphere change when He walked in... Slowly, color returned to Linda's face. We just kept praying, now with the help of the Holy Ghost!! Then suddenly, Linda sat up and the Holy Ghost fell on her! She began to speak in that Heavenly language!! Immediately, I knew God had heard our prayers!! We watched as she got better and better-- as her testimony relates, we later discovered what had actually happened medically that Saturday!

As a kid, I was blessed to see a miracle in action. From a young age, I saw God's hand at work for myself--seeing someone almost on their deathbed and then being raised up by the power of the Spirit is definitely something that will forever be branded in my memory. God is such a good GOD!! He just wants His GLORY in return!!