The Word Healed Me

I grew up in a small denominational church and learned about many records in the Bible. I was always at a loss because I could not see how I could possibly be like some of the Bible men and women. I had so much fear. I feared that God did not love me, and I was afraid of making mistakes and of being a failure. I had a strong desire to know and understand God. I wanted to be able to pray and know that God was listening to me. I had no idea how to pray and get results.

I walked into high school one day and very suddenly was in pain in my joints and could barely walk. I called my mom. She came to get me immediately and by the time we got to the doctor’s office I could not walk. My brothers had to carry me in. I was diagnosed with an incurable disease and a deficiency that could not be healed medically. The doctors did not have much hope for me getting cured and gave me a couple of years to live.

In time and with medication, I was able to walk and move about easily. I prayed to God as best I knew how for Him to deliver me. I told God that I would live for Him if He would show me a better way to do so.

Shortly after that prayer, my neighbor came over and told me about a class she had taken that changed her life. She was more bold and confident than I had ever seen her. I took her up on the offer to go to fellowship and registered for the class that night.

As I sat through the class, I was thrilled by learning how much God cared for me. I had lived in so much condemnation and all I had pictured was God being upset with me. As I started to see that God loves me and I have power available to me, I felt healing in my body. When I spoke in tongues for the first time, I knew beyond any shadow of a doubt that God loved me and I was going to heaven!

I went for my weekly visit to the doctor and told him that I was healed. He, of course, did not believe me! But the test results proved me right and the doctors were amazed!

Learning how important I am to God and about His great love for me healed me and changed my life forever. I continue to grow stronger and have the thrill of being able to help others know God.

The Word that I heard in my first Foundational Class healed me and the Word that has faithfully been taught over the years continues to cause growth and deliverance in my life.

God Healed My Son

I Peter 2:24:
Who his own self bare our sins in his own body on the tree, that we, being dead to sins, should live unto righteousness: by whose stripes ye were healed.

Our two young sons were riding their bicycles in the alley behind our home. It was a safe area, sheltered from traffic, and they were protected. I would check on them from time to time while they played. While I was inside the house, the younger one fell and hit the side of his head on some cement. His brother ran into the house to tell me. I ran to him and decided we needed to see a doctor. I gathered both children and drove to the emergency room.

There were tests taken and the attending physician came into our room afterward to tell me that my son had fractured his skull. He then left.

I prayed with both of my children for my son to be healed.

Soon the physician and a nurse came back to talk about treatments. They decided to take more tests. Soon they came back to say there was no evidence of a fracture and were unsure how that could have happened. They had proof of the fracture in the previous test results, but none of the same tests had any indication of damage now.

I told him I had prayed for my son and that God had healed him. The doctor did not believe me. He told me that wasn’t possible, but I told him that did not matter. What mattered is that God had healed my son and that we were going home.

God Honored Our Believing Prayer and Healed Me

James 5:16:
…The effectual fervent prayer of a righteous man availeth much.

I was working as a test technician for a firm hired to investigate and determine the operational condition of a meat processing facility. As part of the investigation, I was working with a team to determine the condition of the plant’s electrical systems. We started our investigation in a large mechanical room which housed the refrigeration equipment for the plant. A section of the room housed a large portion of the electrical distribution equipment for the entire facility, and we were preparing our test equipment to collect the data that would be required for our evaluation and recommendations. My role was to determine the sequence of testing. As my partners were assembling the test equipment, I was looking at the electrical panels to see how we should proceed. As I stood behind one of the open panels, it exploded, and I was engulfed in the flash.

I could not see. I had been blinded. I touched my head and could feel the results of a severe burn, but I did not feel like I had been burned. I called out for help, and my teammates helped me to a chair and called for emergency responders. I kept rehearsing verses of scripture about health and healing in my thoughts. As the paramedics arrived, the pain began to set in and my vision began to return.

I was taken to a local university medical center that had a burn center, and shortly afterward my wife arrived. We prayed together, and I prayed that our local Way Corps minister would pray for me. I know him and that he believes that God answers his prayers. I was comforted in knowing that the two of us could believe together for me to be healed.

A few hours passed and he arrived. We prayed together that I would be healed and that I would be released from the hospital on the Fourth of July, just days away.

My case was referred to a visiting specialist in plastic surgery who was working with the university on an experimental procedure. I volunteered for the procedure and knew that my healing would be because God’s Word said I would be healed.

At 8:00 a.m. on the Fourth of July, I was discharged and sent home. I am healed. Others are shocked when I tell them this story because I do not have the same physical appearance that burn victims with my severe burns have. God honored our believing prayer and He healed me and protected me, just like He said He would.

Living the Word Is a Win-Win

One evening, my husband and I were having a heated discussion. We had been sharing our different opinions on a topic all evening, but we weren’t getting anywhere! We decided to go to the Living God’s Word as a Family class syllabus to get a little help. We read this quote: “To resolve conflicts or avoid them in the first place, both lovingly ask questions to find out what each wants and to find a solution which blends your interests. You want it to be a win-win situation where both are blessed.”

After we went to the Word in the syllabus, it was much easier to communicate our perspectives on the topic. We decided together to go to the Word first before sharing our opinions so that we could start off the discussion with what God had to say. Since then, we have revisited the truths we learned from the class in many of life’s situations, and we have always grown together. Now that we have a new baby, we are again going to the material to learn how to live God’s Word as a family. We are incredibly thankful to make the Word taught in this class our standard.

God Is Good to His Children

I knew all my grandparents throughout my childhood and as a young adult. They were each generous with their grandchildren to share life lessons as well as to teach by example. Their teaching stood out in part because of their casual manner. After all, they had the benefit of giving me back to Mom and Dad at the end of the visit. But more than this, their sharing of their life was purely out of love. They weren’t teaching me so their home life would be improved. They simply wanted to expose me to good learning for my growth.

As a result of having known both good parents and grandparents, I have many rich memories and a broader base of examples and reasons to live according to sound principles.

Proverbs 22:6:
Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it.

Later in life one of my grandmothers became sick and was in the hospital. She was in her mideighties. My wife and I were both long-standing believers by this time. My grandmother knew our stand regarding God’s Word, and she had never expressed a negative about us. We were blessed that we had planned a trip home at the time she was in the hospital, which allowed us to visit her. The timing of our visit was ideal. Mom and Dad were there, and we enjoyed family time together. Everyone was cheerful.

During the visit, my wife and I had a short time alone with my grandmother. She confided that earlier in the day, the doctors had given her a rather bad diagnosis without much direction as to what they could do about it. We asked her if she was afraid. She said, “No, I’m not afraid of anything.” It wasn’t a defiant confession or boast. She actually seemed not to have considered the question before we asked, and having now thought about it, simply didn’t find any fear in her thoughts. We asked if she would like for us to pray for her. She said that she would be very happy if we would. Our prayer was simple, but focused. She appeared to believe along with us wholeheartedly. One of the verses that we both had in our hearts to share was III John 2:

Beloved, I wish above all things that thou mayest prosper and be in health, even as thy soul prospereth.

The simple truth that God cares about us and wants us to be whole communicated easily to a woman who had lived love and demonstrated care for her family, including ten grandchildren, for decades.

Two days later, my mom called to let us know that my grandmother had been released from the hospital and was back at home. Once at home, she recovered full strength and soon enjoyed resuming her regular activities. I am so thankful to have been taught in The Way Ministry not just great verses on wholeness, but also how to work God’s Word to see for myself that God is good to His children, and how to believe for His promises to come to pass.

Believing Is the Title Deed

In 2011, the Word of God that I had learned for years in The Way Ministry made it possible for my husband and me to start a family. We had tried for some time to become pregnant, and after more than a year it was recommended that we try in vitro fertilization, a process which can cost thousands upon thousands of dollars. As we made our decision to pursue this route, God was right there, providing for our every need. God’s timing was such that I happened to be working for a company that covered 80% of the in vitro medications and procedures, making the process affordable when otherwise we could not have paid for it. Following the in vitro procedure, we received a call from our doctor warning us that our outcome looked bleak and that we should prepare ourselves for the very likely event that we would not become pregnant. It was a moment in which we needed to believe God and His Word. I remembered what this ministry had taught me about believing.

Hebrews 11:1:
Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.

The Way Ministry taught me that faith, or believing, is the title deed to receiving what we want in life. What we believe for according to God’s Word is ours, even before we see it with our human eyes. This verse is what I clung to for ten days as we allowed the in vitro process to take effect and waited to find out if we were going to have a baby. The day I received the call from the doctor’s office to tell us we were pregnant is among the sweetest and most joyous times of my life. It was the Word I had been taught that gave me the strength, endurance, and peace I needed to believe for one of the greatest blessings I have ever received, the blessing of children.