From a place of utter despair, I have risen up. My dear brothers and sisters in Christ, I wish to post my testimony of having an illness I thought would never go, and often never does go; but did.
In the name of Lord Jesus, I pray for God the Father's grace as I write.
Back in March, I fell very ill with CFS/ME, the illness left me bedbound and unable to do anything at all. It was terrifying. I couldn't sleep at night, and thinking back to the worst times where I couldn't even speak makes me feel extremely grieved. Through this suffering, I became a Christian. I will never forget the day my Mother and I were sat in our kitchen-dining room as I felt very ill. Every ounce of strength was gone. My flesh in itself felt as if it was dying and without hope. I just wanted to be out of this world. But my Mother, who is now my Mother in faith and flesh, asked me to accept Christ into my life. I gave my life to Him that day, and when we prayed the Holy Spirit might come into my heart, we both started crying at the beautiful sense of love and peace that filled the whole room.
But, I wasn't grounded in Christ. I didn't read my bible. I carried on just as usual. It was then that the Lord decided enough was enough. I fell very, very ill. Completely unable to do anything. Severed from any wordly comfort, I clung to the Lord my God. I prayed, with all of my strength I got to my knees and prayed. Even opening my eyes was a great challenge at this time, the curtains were closed because the light was too bright, and I was too terrified to sleep in my own bed. I thought I was going to die and all day everyday I lay in my Mother's bed with my eyes closed.
I pleaded out to our Heavenly Father,
"Please Lord. Please take this illness off of me. I will follow you, I will do your will. No matter what. In Jesus' name Amen."
He didn't lift it off, but I slowly realised He had many more lessons to teach me... This was why he tarried to lift it off of me.
My main comfort at this time came from reading this bible. I remember barely even being able to read it, and I believe I did get a bit muddled up in understanding the whole truth, but now I am trying my best to cover up the chinks in my armor. God willing, and I pray with all my heart, I won't relapse and fall away. It's hard as I get better to resist wordly temptation, and the Evil One gives me terrifying sinful nightmares to make me give up. I fasted yesterday about it, but I feel I am just.. Not abiding in Christ as I should. I find it hard to be obedient sometimes... I apologize to Christ and to all my Brothers, Sisters, Mothers and Fathers in faith that I'm like this.
Going back to that time however, that prayer I said on my knees did have meaning in the end. It led my Mother- who just so happened to be praying at exactly the same time- to a website of CFS/ME specialists. We were rejected and refused help from medical establishments and CFS societies all around because we were just out of their serving area. My Mum phoned that particular one after prayer, a society she doubted would come out this far, and the Lord lead us to the woman who bolstered me and gave me hope to move onwards. A great occupational therapist, my greatest sorrow is that she's not a Christian. But some of the things she said! It was like the Lord was encouraging me through her sometimes. It makes me utterly perplexed as to how she, someone not even in Christ could say such Christian things, but I ask, my beloved Brothers and Sisters, that you might pray for her. (She's called Lynsey.) It would be wonderful if she came to Christ.
I got better. Through faith, persistency and prayer I got better. It was the hardest thing I have ever done, and involved complete trust, but I in no ways boast of myself in this, and I pray the glory of God might come through it. Praise the Lord. Praise Him! It was only by grace and only grace that I could be disciplined.
I believe though, that the post I made asking people to pray for me on here led to my healing. Let us never give up, then! Let's stay strong as a family in loving our Lord Jesus Christ! Prayer is more powerful than we think. The Lord always answers my prayers because He is good. Let us never doubt this.
"For he that wavereth is like a wave of the sea driven with the wind and tossed."
James 1:6 KJV
I do not know where to post this for best, but I chose praise reports because I praise the Lord with all my heart for what He's done for me. It was a miracle that I got better and so fast. From not being able to sit in the shower one week, after a day of praying to the Lord in tears I suddenly and dramatically got better. I could shower for the first time in 3 months. It got better from there. Now I can walk for 10 minutes, cook meals, and get down on my knees. It is miraculous what has happened, it sometimes makes me dumb and speechless to think what the Lord has done. I didn't have faith when I was ill, but despite it be delivered me. I was weak, but He was strong.
God bless all of you who read this, and I pray no one else might have to go through this. However, if we receive great teaching and increase in patience and endurance due to these trials, I consider it a blessing in disguise. Having this illness made me submit in a way I never would have otherwise. Therefore, despite all that happened, I thank the Lord that He tested me in this way. I rejoice in the trial He chose to put me through. Praise the Father praise the Son!
Now after 6 months officially I am no longer bedbound, and can walk around my house.
Thank you anyone who reads this testimony. Peace be with you, friends.
"God is our refuge and strength; a very present help in trouble."
Psalm 46:1
In the name of Lord Jesus, I pray for God the Father's grace as I write.
Back in March, I fell very ill with CFS/ME, the illness left me bedbound and unable to do anything at all. It was terrifying. I couldn't sleep at night, and thinking back to the worst times where I couldn't even speak makes me feel extremely grieved. Through this suffering, I became a Christian. I will never forget the day my Mother and I were sat in our kitchen-dining room as I felt very ill. Every ounce of strength was gone. My flesh in itself felt as if it was dying and without hope. I just wanted to be out of this world. But my Mother, who is now my Mother in faith and flesh, asked me to accept Christ into my life. I gave my life to Him that day, and when we prayed the Holy Spirit might come into my heart, we both started crying at the beautiful sense of love and peace that filled the whole room.
But, I wasn't grounded in Christ. I didn't read my bible. I carried on just as usual. It was then that the Lord decided enough was enough. I fell very, very ill. Completely unable to do anything. Severed from any wordly comfort, I clung to the Lord my God. I prayed, with all of my strength I got to my knees and prayed. Even opening my eyes was a great challenge at this time, the curtains were closed because the light was too bright, and I was too terrified to sleep in my own bed. I thought I was going to die and all day everyday I lay in my Mother's bed with my eyes closed.
I pleaded out to our Heavenly Father,
"Please Lord. Please take this illness off of me. I will follow you, I will do your will. No matter what. In Jesus' name Amen."
He didn't lift it off, but I slowly realised He had many more lessons to teach me... This was why he tarried to lift it off of me.
My main comfort at this time came from reading this bible. I remember barely even being able to read it, and I believe I did get a bit muddled up in understanding the whole truth, but now I am trying my best to cover up the chinks in my armor. God willing, and I pray with all my heart, I won't relapse and fall away. It's hard as I get better to resist wordly temptation, and the Evil One gives me terrifying sinful nightmares to make me give up. I fasted yesterday about it, but I feel I am just.. Not abiding in Christ as I should. I find it hard to be obedient sometimes... I apologize to Christ and to all my Brothers, Sisters, Mothers and Fathers in faith that I'm like this.
Going back to that time however, that prayer I said on my knees did have meaning in the end. It led my Mother- who just so happened to be praying at exactly the same time- to a website of CFS/ME specialists. We were rejected and refused help from medical establishments and CFS societies all around because we were just out of their serving area. My Mum phoned that particular one after prayer, a society she doubted would come out this far, and the Lord lead us to the woman who bolstered me and gave me hope to move onwards. A great occupational therapist, my greatest sorrow is that she's not a Christian. But some of the things she said! It was like the Lord was encouraging me through her sometimes. It makes me utterly perplexed as to how she, someone not even in Christ could say such Christian things, but I ask, my beloved Brothers and Sisters, that you might pray for her. (She's called Lynsey.) It would be wonderful if she came to Christ.
I got better. Through faith, persistency and prayer I got better. It was the hardest thing I have ever done, and involved complete trust, but I in no ways boast of myself in this, and I pray the glory of God might come through it. Praise the Lord. Praise Him! It was only by grace and only grace that I could be disciplined.
I believe though, that the post I made asking people to pray for me on here led to my healing. Let us never give up, then! Let's stay strong as a family in loving our Lord Jesus Christ! Prayer is more powerful than we think. The Lord always answers my prayers because He is good. Let us never doubt this.
"For he that wavereth is like a wave of the sea driven with the wind and tossed."
James 1:6 KJV
I do not know where to post this for best, but I chose praise reports because I praise the Lord with all my heart for what He's done for me. It was a miracle that I got better and so fast. From not being able to sit in the shower one week, after a day of praying to the Lord in tears I suddenly and dramatically got better. I could shower for the first time in 3 months. It got better from there. Now I can walk for 10 minutes, cook meals, and get down on my knees. It is miraculous what has happened, it sometimes makes me dumb and speechless to think what the Lord has done. I didn't have faith when I was ill, but despite it be delivered me. I was weak, but He was strong.
God bless all of you who read this, and I pray no one else might have to go through this. However, if we receive great teaching and increase in patience and endurance due to these trials, I consider it a blessing in disguise. Having this illness made me submit in a way I never would have otherwise. Therefore, despite all that happened, I thank the Lord that He tested me in this way. I rejoice in the trial He chose to put me through. Praise the Father praise the Son!
Now after 6 months officially I am no longer bedbound, and can walk around my house.
Thank you anyone who reads this testimony. Peace be with you, friends.
"God is our refuge and strength; a very present help in trouble."
Psalm 46:1
