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Diagnosed with cancer in May 2024

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Stories at the Marina

Trent scanned the menu, undecided. “Fish or just chips?”

Lisa smirked. “You’ve been looking at that menu for ten minutes.”

Across the table, Daisy, their friend from church, smiled. They had met her for lunch at the marina, and today, she was explaining healing ministry from a biblical perspective. The boats bobbed gently on the water, reflecting the warm afternoon sun.

“So, healing,” Daisy said, “it’s not just about asking. It’s about faith in God’s timing.”

Trent leaned in. “So, God doesn’t always heal instantly?”

Daisy shook her head. “No. Sometimes the healing is gradual, but He always works for our good.”

Lisa nodded quickly, as usual. “Like when you plant a seed and wait for it to grow.”

“Exactly,” Daisy smiled. “Take my friend, for example. She was diagnosed with cancer in May 2024. It was a shock. She didn’t see it coming.”

Trent raised his eyebrows. “Cancer? Wow.”

“She was surprised, of course. But she decided to trust God and look for healing. She found this place called the Healing Rooms.”

Chapter 2: The Miracle Story

Trent and Lisa both leaned in now, intrigued. “The Healing Rooms?” Trent asked.

“Yes, it’s a ministry that prays for people. She attended their prayer sessions weekly, just before her Tuesday chemo.”

Lisa’s eyes widened. “She went every week?”

Daisy nodded. “Yes. She said the Monday prayers were like a tonic. They helped her face the chemo.”

Trent frowned. “Did she just… wait for something to happen?”

Daisy smiled. “No. She actively prayed for God to heal her, completely. And she wanted to be sure it was Him. She told Him, ‘Heal me, so I know it’s You.’ She didn’t want any doubt about where the healing came from.”

Trent scratched his head. “So, she had faith but didn’t just sit around doing nothing?”

“Exactly,” Daisy said. “She also prayed forgiveness prayers, because unforgiveness can block healing. And another person from the ministry encouraged her to take Holy Communion often.”

Lisa smiled knowingly. “That’s beautiful.”

Trent was starting to see the picture. “So, she prayed, forgave, and kept showing up.”

“Yes,” Daisy replied. “And on July 8th, during one of the prayer sessions, someone in the team had a word of knowledge. They told her God would heal her before her treatment was finished.”

Trent blinked. “Before she even finished chemo?”

“Exactly. They also saw occult activity—like an attack against her—but they prayed for it to be dismantled.”

Lisa tilted her head. “Occult? That’s intense.”

Daisy nodded seriously. “Yes. But God is bigger than any of that.”

Chapter 3: Faith and Results

Trent looked thoughtful. “What happened next?”

“The very next day, at her chemo session, her oncologist decided to do a full scan—CT, PET, MRI. They wanted to see if the treatment was shrinking the cancer.”

Trent leaned forward. “What did they find?”

Daisy smiled. “Not what they expected. The results came back showing no trace of cancer. Not even a shrinking tumor—just gone.”

Trent’s eyes widened. “Wait, the cancer was gone?”

Daisy nodded. “Her oncologist was surprised. He had expected some progress, but not complete disappearance.”

Lisa’s jaw dropped. “That’s incredible!”

“God had promised it,” Daisy said. “She knew the healing came from Him. Even the oncologist said it was a ‘100% response to treatment,’ but she knew better.”

Trent was still processing. “So, she got healed faster than anyone thought?”

“Yes,” Daisy continued. “And it didn’t end there. Three weeks earlier, they had done a genetic test because her grandmother had breast disease. The doctors wanted to see if there was a genetic predisposition to cancer. The test came back negative. No genetic link.”

Lisa gasped. “So, she had nothing to fear about the future?”

“Right,” Daisy said. “Then, on July 26th, she saw the oncologist again. He did a physical examination and exclaimed, ‘This doesn’t feel like a diseased breast!’ The lump was gone.”

Trent blinked in disbelief. “Just like that? No more cancer?”

“No more cancer,” Daisy affirmed. “God healed her completely, not the chemo. The doctors didn’t expect it to disappear this quickly, but God’s timing is different.”

Chapter 4: Limping into a Miracle

As they talked, Daisy’s attention shifted to a man limping by the marina. He moved slowly, his face tight with pain.

“Excuse me,” Daisy said, standing up abruptly.

Trent and Lisa exchanged a glance. “What’s she doing?” Trent asked.

“She’s about to pray for him,” Lisa said, eyes following Daisy.

Daisy approached the man, speaking gently. He looked confused at first but nodded. Daisy laid her hand on his shoulder and began to pray.

Trent watched, fascinated. “Do you think…”

“She’s definitely praying for his healing,” Lisa said softly.

As they watched, the man’s limp seemed to ease. He took a few cautious steps, testing his leg. Trent’s eyes widened. “Is it just me, or is he walking better?”

Lisa smiled. “It’s not just you.”

They both watched as the man walked with more confidence, his limp significantly reduced. Trent shook his head. “That’s… incredible.”

Daisy returned to the table with a calm smile. “God is always at work.”

Chapter 5: Trent’s Epiphany

Trent sat back, stunned. “That was real, wasn’t it? The limp… it’s almost gone.”

Daisy nodded. “Yes. God’s healing power is real, and He’s ready to move when we ask in faith.”

Lisa beamed at Trent. “You’re starting to get it, aren’t you?”

Trent nodded slowly. “Yeah. You know, when you were talking about your friend’s cancer healing, something clicked for me. Healing isn’t just physical. It’s about faith, forgiveness, and trusting God. That’s why she was healed so completely.”

Daisy smiled warmly. “Exactly. And because she believed, God healed her fully. No fear of the cancer returning.”

Trent laughed, shaking his head. “I guess I’ve been overthinking this. It’s simpler than I thought. You trust, you forgive, and you let God handle the rest.”

Lisa laughed too. “Finally, some wisdom from you!”

They all laughed, the weight of the conversation lifting. Trent may have been slow to understand sometimes, but today, the message sank deep. Healing wasn’t just a miracle for the body—it was for the heart and soul too. And when God healed, it was always complete.

Take Healing Gospel to the Streets

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Julie stood in front of the eager congregation, her eyes scanning the crowd. Her voice was steady and calm. “We are called to take the message of healing out of these walls,” she said. “Jesus did it on the streets, in the markets, everywhere. And so can we.”

The group nodded, listening intently. Julie continued, “Healing isn’t just for church services. It’s for the everyday moments. The grocery store, the park, even on your commute. It’s simple: listen to God, step out in faith, and pray for healing.”

She paused. “The world is broken, and people are hurting. But God’s power is still real. He still heals. And He wants to work through us.”

Julie could sense some apprehension in the room. She smiled softly. “You don’t have to be a preacher. You just have to love people and be available. Healing isn’t about you. It’s about God working through you. We just need to show up.”

Hands began to rise with questions. “How do we approach people?” someone asked.

“With love,” Julie replied. “Don’t force it. Just be kind. Start with a simple conversation. Ask if they need prayer. You’ll be surprised how many people are open, especially when they’re in pain. You’re just a vessel, and God will do the rest.”

Julie spoke with confidence, yet her words were gentle. “We’ll practice this together. Then, on Friday night, we’re going downtown to pray for anyone God highlights. You’ll see. It’s not about results. It’s about obedience.”

Chapter 2: The First Steps

The church group gathered again a few days later. Julie opened with a prayer, asking God to fill them with boldness and love. “Remember,” she said, “we’re not going out to argue or debate. We’re here to show people God’s love.”

They practiced in pairs, role-playing simple conversations. One would pretend to be a stranger, the other would offer to pray. The room filled with nervous laughter, but there was a growing sense of excitement.

As they wrapped up, Julie reminded them, “Don’t worry about fancy words. Just keep it real. Ask God to guide you.”

One of the younger members raised his hand. “What if they say no?”

“That’s okay,” Julie answered. “You’re not there to force anything. If they say no, you thank them and bless them anyway. God can still work in their lives, even if they don’t let you pray in that moment.”

The room grew quiet as they realized the simplicity of what Julie was teaching. No pressure, no expectations—just stepping out in faith.

“We’ll meet here Friday night,” Julie said. “And remember, God loves these people more than we ever could. Trust Him to do the heavy lifting.”

Chapter 3: Fred White Arrives

Friday night came quickly. Before they headed out, Julie introduced a guest. “Some of you know my friend Fred White,” she said. “He’s joining us tonight to help.”

The room buzzed with excitement. Fred, a tall man with a big smile, stepped forward. “Hey, guys,” he said. “I’m excited to be here.”

Fred spoke with a casual confidence that put everyone at ease. “I want to share a couple of stories with you,” he began. “Because it’s all about living the kingdom, wherever you are. God works through everyday moments.”

He shared the story of Jessie, a young man he met in a music store. “I wasn’t even looking for ministry. I just wanted to play guitar. But God led me to this guy. His back was messed up, and God healed him right there in the store.”

Fred paused, letting the story sink in. “It’s not about setting up an event. It’s about walking with the Holy Spirit, being ready for what He wants to do. Like with Jessie’s girlfriend—God healed her migraine in a clothing store.”

The crowd was silent, hanging on every word. “This isn’t complicated,” Fred said. “It’s about loving people and letting God show up. You don’t need to know everything. Just be available. Trust me, God loves showing off His goodness.”

Julie smiled as Fred wrapped up. “Alright,” she said, “let’s go show our city some love.”

Chapter 4: On the Streets

The group divided into teams and headed downtown. It was a busy Friday night, people were everywhere—shopping, eating, laughing. The church members were nervous at first, but Julie reminded them to relax and let God lead.

One team approached a man sitting on a bench, his head down. They offered to pray, and he hesitated at first, but finally agreed. As they prayed, his eyes filled with tears. “I needed this,” he whispered.

Another group met a young woman who was limping. They asked if they could pray for her ankle. She smiled nervously but said, “Sure, why not?” After they prayed, she walked without pain for the first time in weeks.

Throughout the night, team after team came back with similar stories. People were being touched by God’s love in simple ways. Julie and Fred moved among the groups, encouraging and praying alongside them.

It was an evening filled with divine encounters. People who never would have stepped into a church were experiencing God’s presence in the middle of their city.

Chapter 5: The Celebration

After the outreach, the group gathered back at the church. There was an atmosphere of joy and amazement. Julie stood at the front, her face glowing with excitement.

“I want to share one story before we close,” she said. “I prayed for a woman tonight who had been in chronic pain for years. She didn’t believe in healing, but she let me pray anyway. And God healed her on the spot.”

The room erupted in applause. Julie smiled. “God is so good. And all we had to do was show up.”

Fred stepped forward and raised his hands. “Let’s pray for all of you now,” he said. “God wants to empower you to keep going. This isn’t just for one night.”

As Fred prayed, a quiet stillness fell over the room. People wept, lifted their hands, and felt the tangible presence of God.

When the prayer ended, Julie looked out at the group, knowing this was only the beginning. “God’s love is alive in this city,” she said. “And you’re part of it. Let’s keep going.”

Will Kym Be Healed

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Kym clutched the worn leather Bible, its familiar scent a small comfort amidst the sterile beeps of the hospital room. A throbbing pain pulsed in her leg, a constant reminder of the car accident that had left it mangled and her dreams of running shattered. Days bled into a monotonous blur of tests, consultations, and whispered conversations between doctors. The verdict was a cruel one – surgery with a long, uncertain recovery, or a lifetime of limitations.

Despair gnawed at her. Kym had always been active, her life a symphony of movement – dance classes, volunteering at the animal shelter, spontaneous hikes with friends. Now, confined to a bed, she felt adrift, a melody replaced by a cacophony of fear and doubt.

One evening, a gentle hand rested on hers. Sarah, her best friend, sat beside her, a quiet strength radiating from her. Seeing the turmoil in Kym’s eyes, Sarah spoke softly, “Have you been reading the scriptures?”

Kym nodded, flipping through the pages to a familiar passage about Jesus healing the sick. A flicker of hope ignited within her. “But what if it’s not His will for me to be healed?” she whispered, the question a familiar weight on her chest.

Sarah smiled, her eyes twinkling. “The Bible tells us that Jesus never turned away someone who came to him in faith,” she said. “He said, ‘I will,’ to the leper, ‘Stretch out thine hand,’ to the withered man. Nowhere does it say, ‘I won’t.'”

Kym pondered this, a seed of hope taking root. That night, she reread the scriptures, not searching for answers in outcomes, but in the unwavering compassion of Jesus. She prayed, not with a conditional plea, but with a declaration of faith. “Lord, I believe You can heal me. I believe You want to heal me.”

The next morning, a new doctor entered the room, his eyes widening in surprise as he examined Kym’s chart. “The swelling has gone down significantly,” he said, a hint of awe in his voice. “The surgery might not be necessary after all.”

Tears welled up in Kym’s eyes. It wasn’t an instant, miraculous cure, but a shift, a movement in the right direction. Days turned into weeks, filled with rigorous physiotherapy, but also with the gradual return of strength and the possibility of a full recovery.

Kym never heard the Lord say, “Yes,” in an audible voice. But in the lessening pain, the regained movement, she felt a divine presence, a gentle nudge towards wholeness. Her healing became a testament to faith, not a test of God’s will. It was a reminder that even when the path is shrouded in uncertainty, hope and belief can pave the way for miracles, big or small.

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