Christians that believe in healing go to doctors too.

 I want to share my recent journey of health with you. It started back in July of 2022. Seems incredible that it’s been nine months and I’m sitting here healed.

I’ll only mention my diagnosis once because all through my journey I didn’t see myself as a cancer victim. I can’t begin to emphasize the importance of the first moments that my journey started.

While entering my bathroom one night thinking that my incontinence had become worse, I was surprised by multiple blood clots (one the size of my hand) hitting the floor around me. This was followed by a steady stream of blood. I might add here that I’m not a panic person. As odd as it might sound, the first thing I thought and even said aloud was, “Oh, no Lord, this is something I know I can’t ignore. But I’m not looking forward to having to be swept up in the medical world of hurry up and wait.” I was more disturbed about having to call 911 and my son than anything else.

As I tried to prepare myself for transport I was praying. This is what the Lord spoke to me while standing in the shower, “Susan, Trust me, I will show you that I can and will overcome all the systems of the world.” I was instantly filled with a peace that never and still hasn’t left me.

Once I was on my way to the ER this Word came into my spirit, not my mind. The healing of the blind man that was instructed to go wash in the Pool of Siloam after Jesus put the mud on his eyes. I knew that this was going to be my experience for however long.

John 9:4 I must work the works of him that sent me, while it is day: the night cometh when no man can work. 5 As long as I am in the world, I am the light of the world. 6 When he had thus spoken, he spat on the ground and made clay of the spittle, and he anointed the eyes of the blind man with the clay, 7 And said unto him, Go, wash in the pool of Siloam, (which is by interpretation, sent. He went his way therefore and washed, and came seeing.

So my journey started with some very important instructions from the Lord. Had I expected this to come into my life? No, not at all. In fact, when this began, my lifelong friend had just signed up for Andrew Wommack’s Healing college course. She had been feeling the call in her life to do this for a very long time. Never did either of us foresee me being one of the first people she would walk through a need of healing with. But we were in it.

One day after I was home from my first hospitalization, and talking to Teresa, I was curious about all the ways that Jesus healed. One of the major understandings about healing is found in Isaiah.

Isaiah 53:5 But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him, and with his stripes, we are healed.

That healing is already ours from the Cross is a fact. We were healed by the stripes of Jesus. It’s not a maybe, or he might heal us, it’s that we ARE healed. This can mean a lot of different things to many people. But I wanted to see for myself where I would fall into the line of faith. I thought about the woman with the issue of blood first.

Matthew 9: 20 And, behold, a woman, which was diseased with an issue of blood twelve years, came behind him, and touched the hem of his garment: 21 For she said within herself, If I may but touch his garment, I shall be whole. 22 But Jesus turned him about, and when he saw her, he said, Daughter, be of good comfort; thy faith hath made thee whole. And the woman was made whole from that hour.

But as I searched out the many healings, I realized that the Centurion whose servant was ill was even more profound than I thought.

Matthew 8: 5 And when Jesus was entered into Capernaum, there came unto him a centurion, beseeching him, 6 And saying, Lord, my servant lieth at home sick of the palsy, grievously tormented. 7 And Jesus saith unto him, I will come and heal him. 8 The centurion answered and said, Lord, I am not worthy that thou shouldest come under my roof: but speak the word only, and my servant shall be healed. 9 For I am a man under authority, having soldiers under me: and I say to this man, Go, and he goeth; and to another, Come, and he cometh; and to my servant, Do this, and he doeth it. 10 When Jesus heard it, he marveled and said to them that followed, Verily I say unto you, I have not found so great faith, no, not in Israel.

I thought about my faith. Did I have the faith to simply say to the Lord, just speak the Word and I’m healed? I knew inside of me that I could not say that. Especially, because I had already heard Him instruct me to go “wash” just as he did to the blind man. I knew that I was going to have to trust and be medically treated. I didn’t see at that time what all that would entail. I was not only on a physical journey but one of a spiritual nature as well.

Let me emphasize here one thing that is EXTREMELY IMPORTANT. God didn’t strike me with cancer to teach me anything. That is in complete opposition to the Word. Many people think that these things that come upon us are Heaven-sent. I am not one of those people. We live in a sinful broken world and are all subject to life. I never questioned how or why this came into my life. It had and I was determined to walk through it believing that I was already healed and if God so granted me any further understanding then that would be a plus.

So, let’s start there.

I was diagnosed with endometrial cancer. The morning of my first doctor visit after the doctor gave me her understanding of what that would mean to my life, I gave her mine. I told her that I was going to be a success story. I had no doubt in my mind that I would walk away from this healed. I didn’t go into great detail as to why I believed this because I could already see that I was dealing with a doctor who was going to depend on her medical understanding and to give her any of my faith-filled words was going to fall on deaf ears. My understanding and Teresa’s was all that I needed at that time.

Along with having Teresa as my prayer of agreement partner, I had the love and strength of my wonderful son. He was also going to be an important part of my recovery team. But he and I had to start out on a different foot. He’s been a Christian since his youth but over the years his faith has been tested by the cares of the world. One of the first conversations we had together was once I got home. I asked him what was the most important thing he needed from me. He said, “Mom, I can’t deal with the spiritual part of this with you. You and Teresa are going to have to do that. I just can’t right now.”

I understood him. He knows that his mother lives by faith and he was starting from an empty tank in his own life and was already mad at God for even letting this happen to his mother. I also understood that had I refused to go get the medical help that he would never understand and would be devastated. But thankfully, God had already settled that for me by giving me the scriptures I was to keep tucked in my heart and follow.

So, in July of 2022, my journey started. I hope you will come back and follow along with me as I unfold to date where this journey has led me.

I bless you.