And carried our sorrows;
Yet we esteemed Him stricken,
Smitten by God, and afflicted.
5 But He was wounded for our transgressions,
He was bruised for our iniquities;
The chastisement for our peace was upon Him,
And by His stripes we are healed (Is. 53;4,5)
The most significant day of my life was the day Jesus touched me from heaven. Power came into me from His touch. In a moment, in a miracle of mercy Jesus blew death, despair, and terminal cancer and chemo poisoning out of my body. He poured in a wave of His living Hope. Jesus filled me with a miracle! Just as foretold by the Prophet Isaiah.
That is how I met my Lord and Savior. He reached out and touched me when I was hopeless, helpless, in despair on my death bed with invasive, end stage, terminal breast cancer. No hope from man. A broken hearted Momma leaving her children behind. Only death could tear me away from them. Only the hand of God could heal me. And Jesus did. He showed mercy on my babies and my husband and my Mom that night about 20 years ago.
The details are this: After a year of hideous cancer 'treatment' from man I was left just to die. The cancer had come back into my liver. I called my Mom from my bed and told her I was dying. There was no hope for me. She made me call the minister, Reverend Stilwell, the man of God. He told me Jesus healed me 2,000 years ago on the cross. He explained that Jesus had carried my diseases on Him, and by His stripes He healed me. He prayed for me. The minister told me Jesus said He would heal me. The moment he said that I experienced a powerful force start just above my head and flood and flow like a wave from the top of my head to my toes. Jesus blew out cancer and blew in life. I met my Savior that night. Jesus Christ, the power of God.
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