Exactly 14 years ago I was suffering from serious lumbar spinal disc prolapse (Slip disc) in two discs. Both the spinal discs were badly damaged. I could not sit for more than 15 minutes or hardly walk 10 yards. My right leg and hip would pain so badly. I felt someone had pierced a knife in my right hip and failed to remove it. In the summer of 2011, I had just completed building my house, bought a new car and my son was born. Everything seemed to be in place and suddenly it all collapsed like a pack of cards. My dad died of cancer and my spinal discs were damaged and I could not walk or move. For 3 months I tried physiotherapy/chiropractic treatments, and I did not get any better. I tried Ayurveda, but the pain increased.
Doctors gave me steroid injections in the spine. It eased my pain, but it would return again. I went to 6 best hospitals in my country and they suggested me to remove the spinal disc and do a surgery. My family had 3 doctors and no one could help me. I believed in God but never believed in divine healing. I had 5% faith that God could heal me supernaturally and 95% faith that God would bring a doctor to heal me.
I had to move to this country I had 3 friends who were like Job’s friends. They helped me, but they made sure they had a harsh word for me every time they helped me. One friend said I would lose my job in 3 months because of my health.
The doctors had prescribed muscle relaxant for 15 days and I took them for more than 2 years. My day would start at 7 am with excruciating pain and I would hop with one leg to brush my teeth and immediately eat breakfast within few minutes and take my pill and lie down for my pain to ease and then proceed to work.
Depending on the degree of pain I had to take minimum 2 to 7 pills a day. By 5 pm I should be on the bed and by then the pain would go from bearable to unbearable. I would walk for few yards and stop and then continue to walk again. There were times when I would try to hide myself in the elevator or closed room to scream due to pain.
Questions started flooding my mind. Is God real? Am I following the true God? Why do some people in Church only get healing while others suffer? Is the concept of divine healing true or is it some fairy tale?
I used to pray very early morning lying down in my bed. Only words that would come out of my mouth always were “Heal me, O God, forgive my sins.” I had all the verses about healing written down and I would read it every morning. It seemed like reading some document. It never made any sense to me.
Doctors said even if I would get operated there is just 50 – 60% chance that I will be healed and the same problem may relapse. Hearing this I refused surgery. Like widow pressing the Judge for justice, I kept on asking God to heal me. One Sunday during a worship session God spoke to me saying “My son I will heal you.” The very next day my sciatic pain doubled and I could not keep my leg down I was limping all the time. The pain increased to a higher level and even the pain killers did not work.
We had a week of Easter fasting and prayer in our Church. On Monday evening when I came back from work I remember I could not even bend myself to remove my shoes. In my mind, I said “this is it If God heals me, let Him heal, and if not I am going to get my discs operated.” I went to Church.
Pastor said “Even now I see God healing few people.” I looked around all sides to see who that person might be. The next day I woke up the pain was slightly reduced. I thought it was due to attending the fasting prayers. I attended the meetings daily with the hope that I would get few painless days. In a couple of days the pain was almost gone. I was afraid to say this to anyone, fearing the pain may get worse. On Good Friday morning I went to Church. There was a prophecy saying “I have healed you.” I was questioning in my mind if it was me. Before I could finish thinking another person immediately prophesied “Yes it’s you I have healed you.”
I got the confirmation. The pain vanished. I waited for one more week to tell it to my Church leader and then my family. Slowly I stopped using hard bed, special pillows, and my hip support. For the first time I was able to lift my son without the fear of back ache. Healing happened exactly 3 months after my friend made fun of me. He was removed from the job because of his trouble with the manager and I was promoted.
All those Biblical verses about healing made much difference when God healed me. It was through the power of prayer that God healed me. My faith in God increased. After God healed me, one day I was depressed thinking on the blessings I lost during 641 days as a partially handicapped person. That week’s message was “And I will restore to you the years that the locust hath eaten, the cankerworm, and the caterpillar, and the palmerworm, my great army which I sent among you.” True to it God gave me a double promotion in my office, God increased my physical strength to lift heavier objects than I did before. Praise the Lord.