[My testimony of being sick with an unknown condition for 9 months and how I was miraculously healed. Please share with anyone you know that is sick or suffering from any terminal conditions. Longest and most personal devotional to date: 9 Months told in 9 Paragraphs]
9 Months was all it took and my life would have been utterly destroyed. I remember vividly seeing the line to cross-over to insanity but somehow, God took a hold of me in my darkest hour. It all started overseas while on a football and academic scholarship in Chicago. I was at our international student dinner when something came upon me. It felt like needles were piercing through my back from under my skin through every pore. It felt like my blood was bubbling and wanted to escape. I instantly ran out of the dinner into the restroom and ripped off my shirt and soaked it in water and put it on my back.
The surge finally stopped. I felt devastated and went to my dorm room to sleep it off, wishing that this was all a dream. However, it never stopped. I came later to find out that the sun would trigger it instantaneously. Additionally, if my body temperature ever became warm the surge would begin again. I had to constantly be soaking my shirt at least 4 times a day. Being on scholarship from Jamaica, a Caribbean country; made this condition mind-boggling for my coach. No one knew what I had and so I turned to the only one that I could depend on, Jesus Christ.
At the time, I was doing my major in Youth Ministry as I am called to full-time ministry; and so, I began seeking the Lord for healing. I would pray, declare, bind, loose, rebuke, worship, praise, stay up all night, ball, beg, plead, intercede, everything that I knew which God enabled me to use to heal myself and others; but this time it was to no avail. As the sun would rise, so would the surge. When I refused to apply water to my back, and used faith to rebuke it, it would worsen to the point where tiny bumps would come up all across my upper body and arms.
For three months I sought the Lord and after that, I gave in and gave up. I accepted the condition as my own. I grew angry and bitter with the Lord. I ended up losing the football scholarship and had to come back to Jamaica after two years of college. This was the worse point in my life. My body wouldn’t allow me to sweat, exercise or do any hectic activity. I couldn’t even hug anybody because my shirt was always soaked. My self-esteem which was always high took the biggest hit of all.
For the next six months I struggled in my newly accepted lifestyle. I moved from an air-conditioned car to my dad’s air-conditioned office where I worked. I travelled with a bottle of cold water to spray myself like a plant any time that my shirt would become less damp. I went from doctors, doing blood tests to my family physician who after several efforts with prescriptions said the words no one ever wants to hear “I have tried everything that I know, there is nothing further that I can do for you.”
In my father’s last resort, he took me to see a psychiatrist who he really said was a psychologist. Based on the location, Ward 21, and the range of questions I easily deduced she was a psychiatrist. The first meeting didn’t really hit me, but; the second meeting in which I had to enter from within Ward 21 is when the gravity of the situation came upon me. I remembered reaching ground zero and as the door closed behind us, I ushered a prayer up to the Lord saying “God, I know I haven’t spoken to you for about 6 months. I NEED A WORD FROM YOU!”
My mom’s friend gave her a word from the Lord to give me that very same day. She said “This is a demonic spirit and you have to do a 3-day water fast and God will heal you.” So I started the fast the following day where the Lord showed me 3 sins (that is, 1 sin each day), that I repented from. On the third after repenting from the 3rd sin I was instantly healed. PRAISE BE TO GOD!!!
Not only was I healed, but I had also promised the Lord that if He ever healed me I would return to U.W.I. Hospital and share my testimony and the Lord also healed a lady who had stage 4 leukemia who had just a few days to live. The Lord said these words to me thereafter: “Philip, don’t you ever doubt me again. It is my desire to heal ALL sick; not some, but ALL!”
If you are sick and have prayed and you still have not been healed, it doesn’t mean that God doesn’t love you. It means that something is blocking you from being healed. Ask the Lord through fasting and prayer to show you what it is and when He does, REPENT; and you will be totally and instantaneously healed in Jesus’ Mighty Name! Amen!!!