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.