Time passed, it looked I was closer and closer to death. It felt as if I would meet my maker soon. Nevertheless, God reached out and touched me with His healing hand. It was a few days before Easter, April 16th to be exact. I had caregivers around the clock to move me and tend to my needs. My breathing stat of 42 was not compatible with life. Pain racked my body. Every joint felt as if it was on fire. The joints felt like they were fused together by the “molten-lava” that seem to flow through my body. My muscles ached and hurt so badly I wanted to rip them off my bones. My breathing was labored and thinking was not clear, but God’s peacefulness and joy filled my heart.
It was on this day that a friend of mine brought by a person with the ability of healing prayer. Many people had been praying for me, it was clear I had not been physically healed; although, much emotional and spiritual healing had occurred and that was wonderful…I was in a place of acceptance. I knew God would heal me when I was with Him if He did not heal me on this earth. There was such peace in that thought. My friend asked if her friend could pray for me and I agreed. There is never any harm in turning to God in prayer…it brought me comfort. However, this time, things were different, I was comforted, but I could feel my body changing…the “molten-lava” flowing in each joint was melting like ice; I began sweating as my body cooled. My joints became freed up and the muscles been to understand the messages of nerves to move. My breathing began to work without a struggle. My lungs began filling with air and working as they were intended. I knew God was healing me here on this earth this very moment. Every cell within me praised Him and shouted with joy! It was a miracle! I was so thankful for all those who helped me - friends, school staff, medical staff and the church family of believers. I had so much to be grateful for…my heart was full of joy! God had become real through the “hands and feet” of others. My life was beginning to change. I shared my story with many. God gave me a vision of using the art talent he had given me for Him. I was setting forth to serve Him with all my being. I wanted to reach the world with His love and message of hope. Doors were opening and I knew God would put the talent He gave me to work to help others, especially abused and hurting “at risk” children, as well as orphans. It was the beat of His heart flowing through art. His heART in ART…His life-blood flowing… It was a miracle! I was even able to return to teaching while continuing to plan missions and art for the summer! In addition, more healing work was taking place as I worked on “Restoring the Foundations” and breaking the curses and bonds of death Satan held on me. It was like having a new life! “Behold in Christ I am a new creation, old things are passed away; behold all things become new.”
