In 1998 I began to notice a small white patch on my face to the side of my nose. It was really small and I didn’t think much of it. But a few months later it began to get bigger and eventually covered the best part of my face. The skin in the affected areas would turn white and the skin would constantly peel off leaving a reddish rash and a good deal of discomfort, not to mention embarrassment. As the days turned into months I was devastated. I felt rejected and inferior to those around me. I consulted the best doctors, but they all gave different diagnosis, some even went as far as saying that it would spread all over my body. I was shattered. My self worth plummeted, as people looked at me different wherever I went.
Then by the end of 2000 the doctor who I had been consulting for about 2 years suggested that I send a little of my skin for a biopsy. This he said would leave a permanent scar on my face. Also during this time my brother had been diagnosed with cancer which led me to draw closer to God. One night as I prayed in my room at around
After this experience I was greatly moved with regards to the power and awesomeness of God. I decided to discontinue the medication. My argument was that, ‘If God is so powerful and mighty, then why should I carry a scar (if I did the biopsy) on my face for the rest of my life’? As soon as I stopped using the medication my face became worse than ever before. No one understood my decision, and it was extremely difficult to logically explain it to others. But I knew that there was no logical explanation for what I had felt and seen that night. There were days when I would look at my face in the mirror and cry uncontrollably. But the Lord kept encouraging me. Long story short, in one year the Lord completely healed me of this disease without the use of any medication. Praise The Lord!
After this I was greatly encouraged in my faith in God. As per clear direction from God I decided to go to
In November of 2002 I returned to Bahrain. I came back worse than when I had left. The disease now had spread to my ankles and now I could not walk. The best part of November I was bedridden. I just lay there and cried out to God. My parents were very upset--my father because he could not handle the pain of just having lost one son (my brother, who was diagnosed with cancer, went to be with the Lord in July of 2002), and seeing the other coming close to the same accused me of bringing sorrow to them. That my decision was crazy and that God could heal ‘with the help of’ physicians. My mother would come to my bedside and pray for me, one day she broke out crying. I broke down too, it was too hard for me to see what my parents were going through and so I cried out to God, the Holy Spirit told me that in one month he would heal me. During this time I would praise God, and thank Him for the healing. I would raise my hands up (as far as I could, which wasn’t too high) and thank Him for his power. At times I would question God and ask Him ‘why’, and he would show me a vision of sick people laying in the beds pleading with me to pray for them, He said, look at these people if they have to be healed through your prayer, then u first need to understand what it means to be there. And so I could be encouraged and keep pressing on. Sure enough towards the end of November, God used one of His servants to pray for me, the moment his hands touched my head I felt incredible power flowing through my body and my arms that I hadn’t stretched for months, suddenly were released. And I felt the healing power of God flowing through. Soon after, I told my mom, that I felt like I was healed. Yes, sure enough, that night I slept ‘like a baby’. I woke to find that the open sores were all closed, the puss was all gone, and the bleeding had stopped. Yes, God had done a miracle for me. I began to get better everyday. God had begun healing me from the inside.
But very soon I found that although the sores were healed on the inside, on the outside I still had terrible itching and many times in the morning I would find that I had itched so much that my arms were bloody, the pain was excruciating (especially when I went in for a shower). I cried and cried. At this time I had received admission at the Canada Christian College, and I was in the process of applying for my visa. The visa office asked that I have a medical exam. We were unsure what to do, because no doctor would pass me in this condition But God was good. A friend of my mother’s was friend of that doctor and on hearing about my passion and desire to serve God; he talked to the doctor for us. But we still didn’t think that he would pass me, since he was directly assigned by the Canadian embassy. But when I went in for the medical exam, he checked me head to toe and even though he saw all the open wounds he wrote down ‘medically fit’! My mother was so shocked and so was I, as we rejoiced at what God had done. A few days later my mother took one of my T-shirts that was very bloody, due to all my itching, and she prayed holding it before God. The Holy Spirit revealed to her that there was some bug that was on my skin that was causing all the itching. She rebuked it in Jesus name and commanded it to leave. Since that day I did not itch again. And in a couple of months I was completely healed.
Today I carry the scars of my illness, which is a testimony of the healing power of God. And I feel honored that God chose me to prove His mighty power in and through me.
I don't what obstacle your facing in life today, but i do know one thing- If He could heal me, He can heal you!!Freind whatever your predicament today, Jesus Is The Answer to ur every need!