Our mission trip team of 22 had just arrived in Bendigo, Victoria, after a week of ministry in Queensland, and we were gathered together for an early morning debrief at a host home. Suddenly a new Facebook message jumped onto my phone’s screen. It was from a young woman named Emma, a daughter in the family who had extravagantly hosted our entire team in Queensland.
As I listened to the team debriefing, I scanned the message and yelled, “Stop! You have to listen to this!” I began to read the message out loud to our team:
I wanted to share a personal healing testimony from when you guys were here. I’m pretty excited about it so I don’t mind others knowing! I’ve had a lot of health issues for about a decade of my life.
Without going into too much detail, I have issues with my blood and the oxygen in my blood. I have fibromyalgia/chronic fatigue, clinical insomnia, and virtually no immune system due to other stuff with my blood.
I get sick constantly, and when I get a cold that might keep someone else sick for three days, I have it for six weeks and am put on bed rest. All these smaller issues seem to snowball into a difficult mountain to manage. I also have digestive problems, resulting in me not eating dairy, meat, wheat, or other processed foods in large quantities. When I don’t adhere to these restrictions, I end up vomiting for hours. This normally happens a couple times a week.
I have been told for years that doctors don’t know. They guess this and that, but they don’t know what’s wrong with me, and they don’t know why. They just know something is wrong.
Another issue is my sleeping. I haven’t slept for more than one to three hours a night since I was seven years old. This has been diagnosed as insomnia, but I also have nightmares every single night. I wake up terrified or screaming. This lack of sleep doesn’t allow my body to heal or to rest.
I’ve had prayer more times than I can count, tried every medical, spiritual, and emotional recommendation possible, all to no avail. I also have been told by numerous people who grew frustrated with my lack of healing that I didn’t have faith to be healed.
Throughout the weekend, several of my issues were called out: fibromyalgia, sleep disorders, digestive problems, infertility issues (I’ve been told I will not be able to have children), eczema, and blood problems.
The other day I drank a whole cup of milk to see what would happen. Normally this would have me sick the whole night vomiting and in pain. I wasn’t sick. The next day I tried a bowl of cereal. I didn’t get sick. I ate some meat. I didn’t get sick!”
As I was reading, I noticed my little boy Zeke, who was five years old at the time, sitting there wide-eyed, listening intently. The excitement in the room built as I continued:
The last two nights I slept for the first time in 17 years. I slept. For the first time. In 17 years.
Also, I normally wake up in quite extreme pain, and getting up is an ordeal. I spent many years medicated for this pain. I didn’t hurt when I woke up yesterday morning or this morning. That’s the first time I haven’t hurt in eight years. I normally hurt throughout the day. I don’t hurt now!
I am so in awe of what has happened that I don’t even have words to express it. I’m honestly walking around in shock. I slept the last two nights. I didn’t hurt the last two days. I ate something that normally makes me very sick, and I felt fine.
The other things will take longer to see if they are healed. But I am believing that they are, that this is simply step one.
Father God, You are so good to me! I am so excited!! Thank you, guys, so much for coming here. Thank you for being faithful. Thank you for being who you are. Thank you for praying for me. I honestly have no words, only thankfulness, awe, and love.”
When I finished reading, the team was visibly ecstatic, but I looked over at Zeke only to see him get up from the couch, go over to his mom, and then exit into the kitchen. I sat there feeling a little sad, thinking to myself, Bummer. Maybe Zeke’s heart isn’t as open to all of this as I’d thought?
To my surprise, Zeke came back with a scroll of paper and handed it to me. I stopped talking to my team and unravelled the scroll. My eyes filled with tears as I saw what he had written:
God is good! Love Zeke.
God is so so so good! Love Zeke.
This was the first time I had seen my little boy taste and see-and express-that God is real and that He is better than we could ever imagine. Zeke saw and felt the goodness Emma experienced!