Testimony of healing

     One of the true joys for me as a Christian is getting a test from the Lord and passing it with flying colors!!  By the time I finished writing last night I felt pretty good about going hard after my healing.  Well, when I woke up this morning it felt like there was a layer of heaviness all around me.  The hashimotos disease causes muscle weakness, changes in body temperature and fatigue.  Today it was the ever present plague that was really hard to shake.  I knew I needed to press in hard today.
      I started the day of with prayer for twenty minutes and yawned almost the entire time.  It's hard to know what I was praying because I was praying in the spirit but I was assuming the Lord was delivering me of something because for twenty minutes solid....I yawned.  The rest of the morning went ok except for the chill in my bones and the soreness.  It was hard to reach, fold, comb, dress, and sit.  Needless to say, I was hurting.  I also knew I needed to find a probiotic that would actually work but figured I'd have to do some research to figure it out when I had time.  That was becoming more and more of a priority as I felt my intestines might shrivel up any day now.
     Tuesday and Thursday I have a prayer hour at my church.  I felt so groggy, cold and sore all morning but I didn't want it to show so I put on my best face and headed to the church.  I was so blessed to get to see a young girl I've been praying for flash a REAL smile at me, the first I'd seen from her.  It lit up the room and warmed up my bones!  After that, I recieved a gift from a woman who is very dear to my heart.  She has next to nothing but decided to bless ME with a beautiful Christmas pin.  The thing that really surprised me was when a saint from my church approached me with an eighty dollar bottle of probiotics and said the Lord told her to give them to me.  One dose and I can feel the difference already!
     All of the love that the people of God poured out on me really stirred my faith and as I entered into the sanctuary for my hour of prayer, I knew I could touch the hem of His garment if I pushed hard enough. I knew I could pass the test!  I felt like that woman for the first half-hour, pushing through the crowd.  I was so sore, even my face and my jaw started to feel like it was going to lock up from singing....from SINGING! My back started to cramp up and my throat hurt so bad I could hardly make any noise so I  finally just curled up into a ball and cried.  It was there in that puddle that the Lord met me and for a little while, I was pain free.  When I felt better I sat up and began to decree healing over my entire body all the way from the top of my head to the tips of my feet.  I used my imagination to apply the blood of Jesus through every layer of my skin down to the cells in my bones.
     I am going to continue this venture of finding out exactly what this disease is why my blood insists on behaving manic-depressive.  Jesus will get the victory over this thing once and for all and I'm sure it will all make much more sense to me in that day.  Until then, thanks for reading and sharing in this adventure with me.  God Bless.

Lisa