roblems, trials or sufferings as the Bible calls them, take us into some very deep valleys in life. It is how we respond to God with our faith during those hard times that either make us or break us. We should always come out of a time of trial as a stronger and wiser person in the knowledge and wisdom of the Lord. (Romans 5:3-5) and (James 1:2-4) are just two of the scriptures why God allows hardships in the lives of his people. I hope the miracle I received will help you, with the love of Christ, to conquer any trial you may be going through.

The touch of Jesus gives us life.

I made an appointment with a neurosurgeon. He did all the tests and scans necessary and his diagnosis was that I had damaged the main blood vessel that comes out of the left side of my brain. He said that the blood vessel then fills up with a white thick fluid and the blood can't get through. When I asked him if he could operate to fix it, he said no. That there is such a small percentage of people that this ever happens to and no one has yet found anything to do that would help. He gave me a prescription for some painkillers and I went home.

Over the next two weeks the cluster migraine headaches consumed my every moment. It hurt to lay my head on a pillow yet I couldn't hold my head up. Sleeping was impossible and being awake was unbearable. I wanted to cry but that only made it hurt more. Nothing I tried brought even an ounce of relief. I tried to pray but it was impossible to keep my mind steady enough to finish a prayer. I thank God that for many years I spent time in the presence of the Lord and that when I had such a need with such little ability to pray God would take notice and rescue me. (1Peter 5:8-11)

Later in years I saw a news program with information on 'cluster migraine headaches' and they called those kind of migraines 'suicidal headaches' because with no kind of relief available people, even over a short period of time with no hope, just ended their life. I truly understand why. Thank God that I had hope. The Bible teaches us to do all we can do and then stand on God and his word for deliverance in our lives. (Ephesians 6:10-18)

Over the next two week period the doctor increased my medication three times but it never helped. As I worsened and hadn't slept in days I made one last trip to see the doctor. He was compassionate, but as I watched his face, I felt sorry for him because he seemed to feel so helpless. He told me there was nothing else anyone could do for me. I knew he was sending me home to die.

As I lay on the bed and tried to gather some thoughts of what to do, I knew that the doctors didn't have the knowledge to make me well again. God would be my only hope. But even with the healing faith I had known for all those years I couldn't keep enough thoughts together to pray. Somehow I had to get to the phone, then I would have to find the prayer line number for the church, then dial that number to call for prayer. All of this seemed to be impossible at the time, but I knew I had to try if I wanted to live. So I slid out of bed and crawled on my hands and knees to the living room because I was too weak and in too much pain to get up. As I sat on the floor and reached up to the counter top the piece of paper with the phone number seemed miraculously easy to find. I knew God was already helping me.

There I sat on the floor in such desperation as a lady prayed for me, such a simple little prayer it was, but God heard. She had no idea of the condition I was in and what a light of hope she was to me. After I hung up I sat there a while and I felt strength come into me. I finally had enough strength to get up and walk back into the bedroom. I laid across the bed and fell asleep for the first time in days. That evening when I awoke I went to the dinning room and got busy working on a project I hadn't worked on for a long time. It was Friday and I was waiting for 7:00pm, because I knew the church service would start in Ohio and they would be in prayer for everyone who called or wrote in. However, when I looked at my watch it was 8:00pm. To my amazement I had felt so much better that I was concentrating on the project and 7:00 passed by. I was free, I was healed! Saturday when I got up I felt so good that my husband took me shopping. A trip to the restroom proved what God had done for me. The white fluid the doctor spoke of passed through me.

I had been taking medication every four hours, but when we returned home it had been six hours. I reach for my medicine because the pastor always taught us to take our medicine, go to the doctor and let him tell us we're well. But then I thought, "I feel so good" and I must also confess that the medicine was very expensive, so I thought, "I'll take it only if I need it." Well I never needed it again and I never went back to the doctor. I just got back to living.

For several months that spot on the top left side of my head was tender when the sun would hit it but it was a wonderful reminder of what God had done for me. That has been well over 10 years ago. God's miracles last. I thank the precious Lord for the life he gave back to me.