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God Is A Healer
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"Thank you Lord". After Alison was born
and had grown some, I noticed her doing things which I
considered not normal. I could not put my finger on it but I
knew something was wrong with her. She was very hyper,
more than any child I ever knew. She learned to walk at an
early age and yet her walk was not normal.
At the age of two I asked the Doctor about some things and
he said not to worry. Then one day my neighbor was over
and suggested I have Alison"s eyes checked and pointed out
that her eyes were turning in. I did and at the age of two she
was wearing glasses.
Alison was a good child in so many ways but when she
started crying it was like she couldn't stop. I felt like I was a
failure as a Mother. At the age of four I took her again to the
Doctor. She was admitted to the Children's Hospital in
Omaha and she was tested. My heart sank when I got the
results of the tests. Brain wave tests showed she was
mentally retarded and she was diagnosed with Cerbreal
Palsey.
When Alison went to school it was a nightmare. Kids
tormented her and she withdrew deeper into a shell. At the
age of 6 she had ulcers. The Doctor advised me to take her
out of school. Alison began to talk about suicide and this got
me worried. My husband was mentally ill and I was having to
be Mother and Father to my children.
Later, Alison's life was in turmoil. At this time I felt I didn't
know how to handle her, yet I did not know I could go to
God for the help she needed. I worked with her constantly,
making her do things so she could learn. Her mind did
develop more than what the Doctor had originally thought.
Her mind wasn't expected to develop to a level past 6 years
old. A lot the Doctors knew. *S*
At one point I had a heart attack and was in the hospital.
When I went home Alison was thinking even more of dying.
She was making a will listing her belongings and where she
wanted them to go. An alarm went off in my head. I called
the Doctor and took her to the hospital. He wanted to admit
her.
Just the day before, I met this lady who invited me
to her church which was a Pentacostal Church. I was raised
Baptist. I told her I would think about it and she left her
phone number with me and told me to call if I needed to visit.
When I took Alison into the hospital, I felt this piece of paper
in my pocket. I took it out and there it was, her phone
number. So I called her and explained the situation with my
daughter. She came to the hospital and brought her pastor.
The pastor spoke with the Doctor and told him he would
council Alison if he would let her stay out of the mental
hospital. The Doctor agreed. The pastor then invited us to
church. How could I refuse?
Alison never got over her depression and still talked about
suicide. Her biggest joy in life was talking on a CB radio.
This was a way for her to feel like she had no problems. This
is how she met her husband. After they were married she
moved to a town in Iowa where his family lived. Soon she
began to call me as soon as he went on the road with his job.
Her depression was getting worse. I went to visit with her
about every two weeks and only when her husband was on
the road. His son from a previous marriage had moved in
with them by this time.
A few months later she was pregnant but did not seem happy
about it. She just wanted to die and talked more and more of
death. She was having major problems in her marriage but
didn't want to be a failure. She hid so much from me. She
lost her baby. When I went back to visit with her I begged
her to come home. She said she would think about it. As I
came home I cried all the way. I prayed "God don't let her
kill herself, please God, watch over her and protect her." At
this time I had given my heart and life to Christ and had been
filled with the Holy Ghost. I was living for Christ.
That same night, Alison went out to the country to a bridge
and climbed up on it and was going to jump off. She was
ready to end her life. She felt a strong force that kept her
from jumping. Realizing she needed help she went to the
hospital. As she waited in a room to be treated by a Doctor,
a Doctor walked in wearing a white coat and having pure
white hair. He introduced himself to her and began telling her
that suicide was not the answer. He told her it would just
bring more torments upon her, and that her Mother wanted
her to come home and that I would help her. He told her to
go, for that was where she was suppose to be. One week
later, she called me to come get her and bring her home.
Much later, it was proven that there was no such Doctor
who worked at that hospital. The hospital had no record of
her being there. God was watching.
When I pulled in the drive way, her husband came running
out of the house with his son and ran off. I walked into the
house and my heart went to my stomach. My Alison had
been beaten up by her sister-n-law, her husband's niece, and
also his son. It had been planned. Alison's Mother-n-law was
in the house and kept saying she had no part in beating
Alison. Alison was withdrawn into a shell.
As I drove her to the hospital she decided she didn't want to
go there but wanted to go to church instead. So to calm her
down I agreed to take her to church. That was Saturday. I
took her to the church where she wanted to go and people
were coming out the church door and the parking lot was full.
I explained to the pastor of the situation and he invited us to
come in so they could pray for us. We did and Alison
calmed down.
After we reached home, we were invited back to the church.
We went. After the alter call she asked me to go forward
with her to have prayer for her husband and their marriage.
The pastor "Jack Huff" said to her "You're suicidal, am I right
Mother?" and I said yes. He said "Well no longer." and he
laid his hands upon her and cast that suicidal spirit out of her.
Alison said she saw the spirit as it left and it looked like a
man and very ugly. Others there too said they saw the spirit.
After we started home she told me she felt like something
was missing within her and it felt so different. I explained that
it was because she was no longer suicidal. She cried. She
had never felt so good.
It was later revealed that Satanism had surrounded my
daughter when she was away from home and events had
been planned to make Alison lose her mind completely and
using the baby for a sacrifice. She had been abused and
raped over and over again. When they were beating her a
man appeared behind Alison and they got scared and
stopped beating her. They knew this spirit was not one of
theirs. God was watching.
During a revival service "Jack Huff" prayed over Alison and
prayed for her to be healed from the top of her head to the
tips of her toes. And she was. Alison has people all the time
asking what happened to her. She looks different, her
appearance is different, her spirit is different, she has been set
free. She is free from her tormentor and from the Cerbreal
Palsey. Even relatives know it. God is wonderful. He is
the King of all kings, Lord of all lords, Master of all masters.
Since this has happened, I can testify that God is still as real
today as he was yesterday. He is still a loving Father who still
delivers people from bondage and heals the body. The Holy
Ghost is real more than I can say. I give God the glory for
what he has done in my life as well as my daughter's. I am so
thankful for his healing saving grace.
O WHAT
A SAVIOUR, OH HALELUJAH, HE GAVE HIS LIFE'S
BLOOD ON CALVARY. HIS HANDS WERE NAIL
SCARD, HIS SIDE WAS DRIVEN, HE GAVE HIS
LIFE'S BLOOD FOR YOU AND ME!
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