12/07/2016. The day I will never forget. It started at 7:41am as I entered the shower lifted up my right hand to move my hair as the water beat down onto my face. All I felt was pain, pain as I never felt before in my chest radiating to my left arm. I couldn’t even breath without pain in my chest and the feeling of pressure. I thought to call out for help, but I was more concern of the reaction of my family and the attention I was going to have to endure so I started to pray, “Lord not like this, please not like this, for my family to see me in pain and hurting.” My daughter and my sister to find me naked and on the ground in the shower and my husband who was two hours away would go insane to have heard anything had happened. I prayed like I never prayed before even called upon my guardian angel.

I challenged Satan. I said if you think you’re going to take my life, go ahead I dare you, but in the name of Jesus when I get to heaven, what I couldn’t do here to you in this life, by God I will return to loose all my family and friends that is in your bondage so help me God. I will be fighting beside Jesus to put you away for good. I was in so much pain that I felt like someone was stepping on my chest to break the bones in my chest.  I guess the devil doesn’t like to be challenged, not like that.

I am not afraid of dying, it is living that I am afraid of. I love and believe in God so much and because of my near death experiences I know what Heaven is like. Nothing in this world can compare to its peace, love, beauty, it is just extraordinary you can’t explain it. But coming back to this world where there’s so much pain, suffering, fears, doubts, sicknesses, diseases, struggles, humans against humans, etc. The only hell I believe is right here on earth.

I heard a voice whispering in my ear exactly what I must do to overcome this situation without a panic. And I did what I was told; I made it out of the shower, even had time to get dressed, go downstairs and pray at my altar. I sat down and watched television for a few minutes. Something told me go tell your daughter come and see what I was watching on television. But as I walked up the stairs, the pain started again and this time I couldn’t catch my breath. I went into my daughter’s room and told her I was not feeling well and that something is happening to my chest and left arms, right away she said, “mom you’ve got to go to the hospital.” I told her about how I was struggling in the shower and I didn’t want an ambulance. I told her I hope it would pass and then she convinced me to go to the clinic and I said ok. I was going to take the bus and my sister said it was not a good idea, if I was in pain. So I called my husband who then came home from work to take me instead.

I was poked and pinched, you name it. Every test that can be done was done on me. The doctors thought it was my heart and then ruled it out, then thought it was my something to do with my lungs. I was in pain now for seven hours before they realized I needed pain medication. I was ready to go home when my husband begged me, just let the doctors do their work to find out what is wrong. I was hungry, in pain and tired. I felt in my spirit that this was an attack , a spiritual warfare of some sort. And the I began to pray and as I was praying, I heard angels singing and I began to sing along with them. I knew I was going to be sent home.

I went to get an x-ray when I met up with this woman who was suffering with bleeding for thirteen years and the doctors doesn’t know what or where it was coming from. I asked her if she believed in God, does she pray? and she said, “every day.” I told her read in the bible about the woman who touched the hem of Jesus’s garment and was made whole, and with saying that I heard the technician for the x-ray call my name. I felt so bad that we couldn’t continue our conversation, because I was taken in right away as if it was an emergency. I was hoping to see her when I got out the x-ray, but she was gone. She wasn’t even waiting for an x-ray, but was out of breath and sat down to wait right next to me for the use of the bathroom next door. I wanted so much to tell her it is just not prayers alone, but the woman’s faith in Jesus, that she would be healed by him, just a touch. And she fought through the crowd secretly for that touch. Her healing was in her faith. Now she can’t see Jesus or touch him like that woman did, but she can believe through his life and resurrection she is healed. It’s been over two thousand years, but we can still through faith touch Jesus and he will heal us with his healing power.

After my x-ray, I was sent back to the assessment room. The doctor that came in to assess me was not too impressed at the fact that I was laughing as I was describing what happened. He turned and said to my husband with a serious face, “she would laugh at a funeral?” I just continued to laughing, because as I had been waiting so long I was being entertained by the choir of angels and my guardian. After I spoke to the doctor and he left to order more tests, my husband who gets so embarrassed by certain things I’d do and say at times, look to me and said in a very loving way, ” Would you stop? You’re acting like a child,” and he smiled. I told him exactly what was going on in my head and around me with the angels. I told him why I was so happy. It wasn’t until I told him what the doctor was going to do and say next, is when I knew he finally believed me, because it came true.

Remember it was seven hours before I got any medication and I had not yet been given any medication to have made me so high. But I was high on the power of the Holy ghost,  that even when I was finally given their medication for pain and was told to continue if I was in any more pain, it’s been several weeks now and I never had to take one pain killer and I feel fine just a little bit of pain when I’d move that I need no meds for. Thank you Lord!

I believe for myself that when it comes to me going through spiritual warfare, I am always being attacked in my body and so when I would go to the hospital, the doctors could never find a diagnosis, it is always a mystery to them but through prayers I get healed.