Piggy-backing off of my post from yesterday, God gave me some revelation through prayer and some spiritual authority He has placed in my life.
As I mentioned before, I have been dealing with the same stone for almost one year. May 3, 2017 was my first hospital visit with this particular stone. On May 4, I went to church and a man laid hands on me and prayed. I wasn’t in pain at the time, so I wasn’t sure if anything had come of it or not.
One month later, I ended up back at the hospital for the same stone. I was told that because of the damage from my stones, I had developed urinary diverticuli in both ureters. Basically both of my ureters were filled with pocket-like sacs that were trapping urine. Hence the reason I couldn’t get rid of my infection.
Bear with me… I promise there is a point to this.
So, the next Sunday, I went back to the same man for prayer. I gave him the update from the doctors and he told me he was going to pray and see what God wanted him to do with the situation. He explained to me that sometimes God wants us to be healed divinely, whereas other times He wants to use doctors to help us out.
The man came back to me at the end of the service and said, “God wants to heal you. He IS going to heal you.”
Again, he, as well as some other church members, laid hands on me. One month later I ended up back in the emergency room. They did an updated CT Scan and found no traces of the urinary diverticuli, and for the first time in 18 months I didn’t have an infection.
That right there was enough healing for me…
But God wasn’t done yet
Through all this time, I was constantly being given the run around about who could and couldn’t help me fix the problem once and for all. I was never given any real answers other than I had a stone and it needed to be removed. -_-
Finally, I was able to get into my old urologist’s office. And, for those of you who don’t know, they informed me that I had a 9 mm stone, along with at least 20 other stones. I was informed that the procedure would be fairly simple, the stone could be easily removed, but the damage was done. The inflammation would never completely go down. Because the stone had been stuck in one place for so long, the doctor said I would need a stent to prevent my ureter from collapsing or rupturing.
When I got the news that they couldn’t find anything during the operation, I was speechless at first. I was just waking up from the anesthesia and they had already given me some pain medication. My brain didn’t know how to process what I was hearing.
It wasn’t until Monday night, after my surgery, when my cognitive senses became clear, that I was able to start remembering everything leading up to this point.
In my dream on Monday night, I had a flashback to that first night in church when I was prayed over for healing. When I woke up in the morning, I knew I had to talk to someone. I reached out to a friend of mine and she said what I was subconsciously thinking.
But before I fell too far down the rabbit hole, I had to speak to the man that prayed over me. I told him about the doctors appointment and what happened in the surgery. The next words out of his mouth were the same that I was thinking, and the same that my friend told me.
God healed you that first night. He set into motion the happenings that you have experienced. He wanted you to go through with the surgery so that there would be no doubt that you had been healed. Your surgery wasn’t pointless. Your surgery showed undeniable proof of God’s healing power.
Call it what you want. Coincidence. Luck. Whatever.
The truths that I heard from God, reiterated by two separate people, are undeniable.
Not only were all of my stones miraculously gone, but my diverticuli were gone. My inflammation was almost completely gone. My infection was gone.
And you would be hard pressed to convince me otherwise.
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