Jesus Heals

Hi 😊
Today I wanted to share with you the way in which God healed me from an illness that is not normally cured 😉

When I was 12, like many girls at that age, I started menstruating. At the time, nothing seemed abnormal. Only I was followed very closely by my doctor because my mother and grandmother each had problems with endometriosis. This disease is poorly understood even if we talk more and more but it seems that genetics are taken into account for the diagnosis.

I was therefore followed from the start of my puberty in order to be able to anticipate possible problems. From the start, I had fairly intense pain, which went away when I was taking a "classic" painkiller. Over the months the pains increased. So I was forced to take the pill when I was not yet 14 years old. It is the only known "treatment" for this disease. Only this "treatment" has not been effective for me. At the time I was in the 3rd grade (Canadian 9th Grade), I was often absent because of my pain which put me to bed. I went to the emergency room almost every month because of my pain. My gynecologist finally offered to operate on me when I was 15 to see exactly what was going on in my womb. After the operation, it was determined that I was at an advanced stage of the disease, an abnormal stage for my age and that therefore I would most certainly be sterile.

When I started 11th grade, I was still sick and things were getting worse. I missed more and more classes, no medication relieved the pain and I continued to go to the emergency room regularly.

In all this, I did not want to accept that I was really sick, for me it was normal to have pain like that, I had no choice. My mother, who is a Christian and very involved in our church, asked the church to pray for me. At that time I just thought that my illness was a kind of punishment for all the time I spent away from God, making my life as I wanted without worrying about what He wanted for me and without Him. leave some room.

At the end of my first year, I had 5 overall average - which is pretty bad when the average is counted from 0 to 20 in France. I was supposed to repeat the year, but my main teacher decided to put me in the upper class anyway because, despite my very low results, I had not given up throughout the year and I had shown good will.

During the summer vacation between grade 11 and grade 12, I went to a Christian camp. It was a camp reserved for adults, yet I was going at 17 years old. So normally I was not allowed to participate but my youth pastor at the time knew one of the organizers and so I was able to go there with a friend.

The second evening, during the service, there was a call where the pastors offered to step out of the ranks so that they could pray for us. I stepped forward, not really knowing why I needed prayer. When the pastor asked me what my problem was, I replied that I was sick. He then prayed for me to heal and at that moment I felt like great heat invading my whole body and the impression that something bad was coming out of my body.

When I got out of the sanctuary, I ran for a few meters, which I normally couldn't do without feeling excruciating stomach pain. But I didn't feel any pain, any discomfort. I knew I was healed. Since then, I don’t have any more pain, I haven't gone back to the emergency room once and my period is no longer a problem in my daily life.

God does great things, it is an incurable disease, even my attending physician cannot believe it. She doesn't understand how I can live so well without any treatment. My only answer is: Jesus healed me! And He can do it for you too, whatever your illness may be, your pain, your pathology, Jesus heals! He died for that.

Isaiah 53: 5 "But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities, the punishment that brought us peace was on him, and by his wounds we are healed."

Be blessed