After suffering from severe stabbing pain in my throat for weeks a doctor had test done and it was diagnosed as cancer. After calling specific people to come pray with me, a few days later I was completely miraculously healed. I NEVER had an issue with it again!
Some years later. After being severly sick, tests results show a terminal situation and the doctor gave 2 weeks to live. After calling "specific" people to come to pray with me, I woke up the next morning completely healed.
Sadly, I didn't call any of the Pastors from the church I attended because I knew they either didn't believe in healing, or they felt if God inflicted someone with an illness it was for a reason (but that isnot what the Bible states). This was not a coffee and donut fellowship, or a prayer meeting and pizza night. it was life or death, mine.
But then, a few months later when I was back at my home church, I was approached by one of the pastors who firmly told me to "stop talking what happened to me with people at the church". I though he was kidding. Two other staff members then joined him and stated the same thing.They wanted me to immediatley stop telling people about my healing and they were meeting with the Senior Pastor to make sure I stop.
A few days later the Senior Pastor told me to stop talking about my healings, because it is upsetting some of the staff because they don't believe in healing (then what do you call what happened to me?).
I should have left the church that day. But we had young children in the sunday school and we didn't want to take them away from their friends.
So I stopped talking about my healings and kept it inside and it almost destroyed me. Over the years I started getting sick more often than I ever did.
We eventually left the church, but I kept spiralling downward.
I started developing issues with my eyes, first macular issues then glaucoma. No matter how much I prayed and tried, I couldn'overcome these issues and attacks.
This went on for years. It got to the point where the glaucoma had reached the severe stage in both eyes and the macular issues was also classified as severe.
Then one day a 5 year old boy sitting next to me with no prompting or warning put his hand over my eyes and said "you are healed in Jesus name". I smiled and said Thank You. When I got home, I kept asking my self where di my "faith of a child go", how could I let prideful, religious people steal my joy and my faith? When I got up the next morning my eye sight was better and continued to improve over the next few weeks. When I went back to the glaucoma doctor I was seeing 20/30 in the right eye and the pressure dropped from 26 and 28 to 15 and 16.
That sparked my faith again and after repenting to God for allowing people to manipulate me and doubt His word, I started telling everyone I knew and decided to rerelease this website.