Scripture of the Week

Ephesians 1:18

The eyes of your understanding being enlightened; that ye may know what is the hope of his calling, and what the riches of the glory of his inheritance in the saints,

  At the age of two I was suppose to have corrective surgery for a drooping right eye lid... the surgeons decided to try something new. They cut the eyelid off. Rather brutal. Not too long after the eyelashes began growing back but because the lid had been sliced the lashes grew down and into the eye, piercing it all over like tiny little needles. The eye became badly damaged and i lived in excruciating pain. I lost the sight in the eye. No doctor would take my case because of the fear of malpractice until one day while my dad was having his flight physical a United Airlines Flight Surgeon recommended a doctor in Chicago and one in New York City. These two doctors teamed up and began a lengthy procedure of twenty one surgeries over several years trying to correct the badly damaged eye. They did remarkable work but the sight could not be recovered.

  In February of '91 the pressure behind the eye built to a point where I could no longer function. I had to stay in a dark room with pressure over the eye. The pain was unbearable. I couldn't care for my two young sons. I flew to Chicago and had the eye removed. Through the years, even before the eye was removed I searched for healing through spiritual counselors and not a few.

  I can very much relate to the woman with the issue of blood. My family had spent a great deal of money and I searched high, low and in between for healing. I too could never accept what the enemy had blind sided me with. However, I was told before the eye was removed that there was not enough community believing to be healed or that healing went out with the Apostles, or it faded away when Jesus left, God only heals really good, religious people (I was either good or religious but never both at the same time or I was really bad). After the eye was removed I was told it never happened in the Bible, God won't heal me because He's have to change all the physical laws in the universe to do it, if I wanted healing I shouldn't have had the eye removed and He (God) won't go against my initial choice, replacing an organ or a limb is nowhere in the Bible... one thing I wasn't told is 'Yes, God will heal you.' I was devastated because these people knew more and probably still do about the Bible than I. They must be right. Besides, they are my leaders. They would know. I couldn't understand why God would heal this disease, that illness, this person, that person, but He won't or He can't heal me. It never made sense and it was extremely hurtful to believe this way. My mistake was I went everywhere but the Word of God for the truth.

  In January '06 my husband and I visited CFF church in Tipp City, Ohio. Wayne and Ferne Clapp lovingly and graciously invited us to come and stay in their home. Before we headed back to West Virginia, we purchased the CFF class series. We started listening to them right away. Everyone should have them. They are healing. As I listened to the class Ministering with God's Power- that old tug in my heart came back, I wanted to be healed.

  By February I had finished the class and as I was walking my two dogs (this is my time with God where I talk things over with Him). I made a decision. I would no longer listen to what ANYONE says about my healing, including and especially myself. I would go to God. I would ask God to heal me. It didn't matter that I'd never heard of anyone ever getting a new eye - the circumstances would no longer have speech, I was healed. I simply decided God would heal me. I ministered to myself during that walk and thanked God for healing me. I told Him I would fight the good fight until my last breath. I would never again accept any information that came to me and implied I was wrong and God won't or can't heal me. Then, God showed me a sign. I didn't ask for it but He sent one that couldn't argue with. I knew He did it because He knew I was serious and wanted to comfort and confirm for me.

  My fight began in February. I went to Tipp City at the end of April and was ministered too. I hadn't seen any physical changes. But, I did not quit or give in. I kept fighting because our God cannot and does not lie. I drenched my brain in scripture. I confessed out loud "I'm healed" over and over and over again - I still do.

  On June the 8th '06 I woke up and there was a new eye forming in the socket. In July I saw my first flashes of light. In October the prosthetic eye could no longer fit and now I wear an eye patch. Today, on Thanksgiving, the iris is visible and the cornea is formed (we think of it as a lens- a little clear circle over the pupil). The eye is sensitive to light and is about 60 percent completed. The eye continues to grow and change.

  I want this testimony to first and foremost give GLORY to our GOD and to thank my Lord Jesus Christ who paid for this healing and who is the very reason I fight for this, they deserve for me to be healed. I would also like this testimony to reach out to those of you who so deeply desire deliverance, God will heal you. He has healed you through Christ's stripes. Because of Christ's payment- you are owed this healing...GO GET IT!!! I am here for you who need to talk, those who need help and earnestly desire help. I understand the agony and grief you have lived with or are now living. I was at this years planning meeting so someone in your area will have my phone number. You can call me after 7:00 EST- or email my husband with the caption 'GOD GETS THE GLORY' or else it might get deleted. I am keeping a journal which I will make available after the glorious day when this eye patch is forever removed.

  My name is Barbara Rooney ,two weeks ago my son called me and told me that his son Michael age 5 had cancer in his spinal fluid and they were going to test him to see if it was in his bone marrow. Matt and I prayed and I told him that God was able to heal Michael and that I would go to him. (They live in Alabama) Matt my son was in Baltimore in training with the National Guard and could not go until he graduated.

  After getting off the phone with him,I called Linda Morrison who is my prayer partner and who with her husband Paul have a church in their home.We decided to go that weekend to Alabama and minister to Michael.Paul & Linda called CFFM and talked to John and also called Les Eagle and he offered to help with the funding of the trip, what a blessing, I had no idea how that was all going to afford the trip all I knew was that I had to go.

  Linda and I left Friday after work and arrived Saturday. We met his other Grandparents Jack & Sandra and we went to get Michael so we could visit with him. He was glad to see me but was hurting from the chemo and tests. He only stayed for a short time and wanted to go back to his Mother. It looked like Linda and I were not going to get time alone with him to minister to him ,so on the way to his Mom's house I asked Linda, how do I get control of this? She said ask his Grandparents if they would like to take part in it, so I did .They were blessed and I asked them to pray first and they wanted to all hold hands so we did. Michael was quiet and peaceful (he had been very fussy). We took Michael to his Mom and when out to eat with Jack and Sandra. Sunday after a great breakfast Linda and I traveled home to West Virginia very peaceful and sure that Michael had been healed .

  Well last week Sandra (his other grandmother) called me with great news. The first draw of fluid from his spine had 2000 cancer cells in it but the second draw only had 3!!! and no cancer in his bone marrow what a miracle!!! God is such a Great GOD. The doctor was so blessed said this had only happened to one other patient under his care. Michael's grandparents were blessed and his father (my son ) had all confidence that it we went to Michael he would be healed.Matt had told me prior to Michael getting sick, that he loved to be around me because he could see God working in my life. Matt believed for his son to be healed and he was.

Love you all You are God's best,

  I want to give the testimony of the miracle of healing which was done, by the grace of God with your hands.

  It was at the fellowship which we attended in Kanpur India in the house was Tiwari a leader in Kanpur. After the fellowship healing was made available, and you ministered to one girl about 7 or 8 years old.

  Before she came to Tiwari's home for healing she was on dialysis for 2 months. Now this young girl gives her testimony in every fellowship she goes too that she was healed by you. The young girl says she does not know your name, but the young girl describes you as being tall with black hair and that he looks like an Indian (and handsome.) .

  She continues to share her testimony that she was on dialysis every two months and her parents were very sad and they could see no hope. She said she was always very weak and couldn't play, but after her healing she hasn't had dialysis for the last four months. She is very happy and so are her parents. They give glory to God and are thankful to God because he healed her. After the healing the young girls whole family and relatives have come to the word of God.

  When I heard her testimony I was so happy and wanted to let you know. Now in Kanpur there are so many new villages and many new people come to the true Word of God.

  No matter where, no matter what the conditions or circumstances, our God & His Word is alive!

  Some time ago I was standing on my porch in my clinic in Baghdad, Iraq. A young man was walking past. God spoke to me and said to go speak to him.

  When I asked why he was smiling so much, he replied that he was finally going home and that he and his wife had reconciled.

  I then made the comment that he looked like he’d met God or something...he responded surprised that he had been reading his bible without any understanding and had a few questions.

  We proceeded over to my living quarters, I got out my 35-year-old KJV and in then end, this man manifested holy spirit and that smile grew even larger. This all transpired in less than a half hour.

  Even in war torn Iraq the Word of God is alive.

  Love you all,

  Sangat ministered to me for pain to go away and from my "gut" out I felt it
leaving. I've had several traumatic abusive times in my life from childhood on,
and had several forms of anxiety. I can now think more clearly and actually
trust in God much more fully. There is more to come, but I've also prayed for
God to do this fairly slowly - He knows I need change in smallish doses! To
feel and be so in control, and to know His gentleness - this is new for me. He
does enable people who turn to Him to become new whole people. Only our
Heavenly Father and our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ could heal the brokenness,
the terrifying memories, and the extreme withdrawal I've lived with for many
many years.

  Well I talked to her tonight and she said that she has regained full use of that
hand. In fact her left hand now works and moves better than her right hand. That
is a 110% recovery. the left hand is now better than it was before the stroke!!!

  From the airplane ride on it was all about God in action, and truly seeing how BIG He is. My friend Nathan and I got in a conversation with the airplane steward, Roberto, that ended in him coming to visit us at the camp and then staying for the rest of the week! Which worked out great because it meant an extra translator for us ten Americans. And lord knows the translators needed all the help they could get, because everyone wanted to talk to us. We were so welcomed and loved. Especially with my blonde hair and blue eyes, I felt like a baby doll – everyone wanted to play with me and touch my hair and introduce me to their family . . .

  And give me hugs. I have never felt so loved in my life. I thought I am going to get spoiled, constantly being told I’m beautiful and that someone loves me and God blesses me. When I stepped off the plane, I was hugged immediately by ten different people, one of which I knew. And we’re not talking casual pat-on-the-back hugs. I’m talking the crush-your-lungs-hard-to-breathe-you-know-you’ve-been-hugged hugs. Because that’s how they do things in Venezuela – everything is one hundred percent. When they hug you, it’ll literally take your breath away. When they work, they work their butts off (and everyone gets involved – I was doing “Bless Patrol” security at 4 in the morning). When they sing and worship, it’s at the top of their lungs. And when they dance, you better be drinking some water because you will sweat (I think I shook body parts I didn’t even know I could shake).

  It goes the same with believing. Their hearts for God are very simple and very big. One of my favorite stories from the week is Robert Lightfoot’s miracle. Robert was my sponsor for the trip – he covered everything, from my registration to my airplane ticket. I kept praying Lord, there is no way I can pay that back so You are just going to have to bless him big. Well on Thursday afternoon Robert falls down the steps and fractures his wrist. Immediately he said to get the ministers. They prayed for him and took him to the hospital.

  That evening Robert walks in and breaks up the main meeting, showing off his cast and two x-rays of his wrist. The first shows a bone coming out of the skin and fractures and cracks all along the forearm. He says how he just knew God was going to deliver him. When the doctor said we have to do surgery (for which they wouldn’t take Robert’s insurance nor did he have that much cash), Robert says let’s just pray one more time. Leilian Cabrera, Mrs. Mendoza and others prayed and ministered to Robert’s arm. Robert asked the doctor to take one more x-ray – on the second x-ray (we’re talking thirty minutes later), his wrist looked as fine and healthy as mine. NO cracks, NO bone out of wack, NO problem. The only reason they put on the cast is the doctors just couldn’t believe that nothing was wrong. Leilian said she was holding Robert’s arm when praying and she actually felt the bone move back into place. I’d say that’s a pretty big blessing.

  And the thing is, that doesn’t have to be a once in a lifetime experience. That was certainly the biggest healing or deliverance of the week, but it wasn’t the only one. Once people realize the power of God they can operate and that He wants them to use, there is no stopping them. Since being back in the states, I’ve seen a broken nose healed instantaneously, blood dry up, a car swerve violently off the road and somehow miss the ditch, mailbox, stone wall and line of trees all around it, and weather that defies a forecast.

  I am so thankful for the opportunity to go to Venezuela. I got little sleep, ate weird food, picked up an accent, and scorched in the sun, and had one of the best times of my life. Thank you to Ministerio de la Reconciliación for reminding me that our God is not just a Venezuelan God, or an American God. He is universal

  God also showed me which of the five doctors standing around me in ICU that
I should listen to, I mean, how many doctors would say "God saved you," and
later, " I don't heal--God does" and "just have faith in God Almighty." It
was a no brainer; I followed that doctor's recommendations. Through two
weeks in the hospital and two months off of work, I was healed of having
further pulmonary embolisms, recovered from a full abdominal hysterectomy
done between doses of blood thinners and healed of a viscous C-Diff
infection. I had lost a dangerous amount of blood and had lacked oxygen
thus I wasn't thinking clearly. I kept it simple. I would continually shut
out negatives by reminding myself that God was with me and He was in charge.
I was thinking about the goodness of God and picturing deliverance while
speaking in tongues. I've been peaceful through it all and God healed me in
the way I needed to be healed. My husband had been in the hospital with
kidney stones twice just before me and in again the week after with a C-Diff
and kidney infection along with the kidney stones. We were able to spend a
month together at home tenderly recovering and slowing our lives down-time
that we needed together. The love and prayers of believers, especially Vic
and Kathy Boozenny encouraged us to go to Tony and Delores Dean's fellowship
where we would be in a household of prayers, encouragement and believing.
God's hedge of protection is now so truly real to me--I could have died at
any moment. I thank God for the genuine ministries of CFFM and for their
hearts to teach and to take care of us.