You go to the doctor. Bad news. Have further tests. Bad news. Switch on the television. Bad news. Talk with your neighbour. Bad news. Everywhere you seem to go. Bad news.
Today, I have good news. The Gospel is good news and as followers of Christ, we have good news stories.
I am the first person to tell you the Word of God trumps personal testimony. Every. Single. Time. You don’t believe the stories, you believe His promises. That is how the walk of faith works.
But we also find verses in the Bible that say:
They triumphed over him by the blood of the Lamb and by the word of their testimony. (Revelation 12:11a)
Let all that I am praise the Lord; may I never forget the good things he does for me. (Psalm 103:2)
So in a world where bad news reigns supreme, I want to share a good news story with you. The Lord has done great things. As I glorify Him in sharing the good news, be reminded He is a miracle-working God. If you need a miracle, Jesus will give it to you.
I was born to a sick mum. A very sick mum. She had a disease called bronchiectasis. It is a disease of the lung and thirty years ago she was told she would die from it before she turned forty. Doctors operated on her left lung when she was seventeen but the operation did not rid her body of bronchiectasis. Instead it gave her chronic pluracy (pain every time she drew a breath) and she coughed up blood daily.
So it was normal for me to find tissues beside her bed with blood in them. It was normal for me to sit in waiting rooms while my mother saw the physio or doctor. It was normal if my mother to struggled to breathe.
I don’t remember when she was healed. I don’t remember her coming home from a healing crusade breathing without pain and no longer coughing up blood. I don’t remember her stopping all her medication because she didn’t need it any more. It happened. I don’t remember it.
But I remember the second time she was healed. I remember a healing evangelist coming to our church. He asked people to stand if they wanted God to continue a healing in their body. Mum stood, placed her hand on her heart and agreed in prayer that God would continue her healing.
Then I remember going home. And I remember hearing my mum laugh because my father tickled her. I remember being called into their bedroom.
In their bedroom I heard that at seventeen mum had an operation. In the operation doctors cut her nerves and she couldn’t feel down the left side of her back. I heard the doctors pulled out one of her ribs so they could access her lung and they never put the rib back. As a result of the operation her left lung was small and her right lung and heart were enlarged.
In the bedroom, my mother felt my father tickle her on her left side. She had no feeling down the left side of her back since the operation. She could feel down her left side that day.
We then counted the number of ribs she had on her right side.
We counted the number of ribs on her left side.
It was the same.
God gave my mother a new rib.
We sat on my parent’s king size bed dumbfounded. God performed a creative miracle in mum’s body. He took away the pain, medication, and illness, but didn’t stop there. He completely restored everything bronchiectasis had stolen – including nerves and bones.
Today she has no trace of bronchiectasis and her chest X-ray is exactly the same as mine – lungs, heart, ribs and all.
“I am the Lord who heals you.” (Exodus 15:26)
If you require healing in your body, all you have to do is believe. Like my mother did all those years ago, place your hand on your heart and ask God to begin or continue a healing in you. Comment, or for subscribers, reply to the email and I will believe in faith with your for healing and restoration of all sickness has stolen from your life.
Jesus is your healer. He is a miracle worker. What He did for my mother, He will do for you.