"I watched Mark Greenwood's sermon last week about the hunger for God's presence and his glory. One of the many testimonies he gave us was a personal one. He told us about the chest infection he had developed while he was in another country ministering and it followed him back home and actually got worse. As he laid in bed one night, he told God that he didn't even care if he got healed because he loved spreading the gospel and having a close relationship with him. But God sort of interrupted him and said, well what about my glory? Mark then realized that no, he may not deserve to be healed but God deserved it because he paid for all of us to be healed through his son's death and resurrection. We are not supposed to accept defeat. We are more than conquerors. By changing his mindset, the power of the Holy Spirit rushed through him like fire and he was instantly healed. (I know that was a summary you probably don't need but it helps me relay my testimony better.) That same night I watched the sermon on YouTube, I had started developing a pain in the lower right hand side of my abdomen, sort of in the pelvic region. It's a similar type of pain like a side cramp if you run too fast and you're not used to running, but it was in that lower region and the pain increased as the night progressed. Sometimes, my ovaries will have that sort of pain before my menstrual cycle, but even though I know that, fear started to sink in anyways. All the what ifs began to spiral through my thoughts and the weight of fear started to press down. My mother was with me as I was telling her about Mark's personal testimony and then I told her about the pain I was having. We were sitting on her bed. She could see the fear on my face and immediately started talking it out with me. "Remember what the Bible says? By Jesus' stripes, we are healed. We don't have to accept this pain just because it's a part of being a woman. Just like Mark realized he didn't have to accept the chest pain because it's a part of having a chest infection." As I opened my mouth to agree with her, I didn't even finish my sentence before all of my limbs went limp and I laid back on the bed. I continued talking but I don't remember what I said to her. I just know that about 5 seconds passed and I suddenly realized the pain had disappeared. I shot up off the bed and twisted my body around to see if I could find the pain, but it wasn't there. The Holy Spirit had rushed through me and instantly healed me. The pain has not returned. I wanted to give this testimony because it reaffirmed to me that you don't even have to lay hands on or explicitly say a prayer for God to move. He works where there is faith. I hope that I keep this in my mind and heart as I move forward in life. Thank you for taking the time to read this! And thank you for posting your church services on YouTube. It's been real a blessing."
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