Healing On The Streets

Before going to the J.John evening in Winchester last May, I had been suffering from nausea and dizziness for a couple of weeks. I had almost fallen over in the churchyard the Sunday before, having to sit down and hold onto a gravestone for support.  The previous Friday, my doctor had diagnosed this as ‘labyrinthitis’, telling me, depressingly, that it would probably last for “some weeks”.

However, when I went to the J.John evening that evening I had no intention of asking for healing.   It simply did not occur to me. I felt very unsteady on my feet and had walked into the cathedral at the beginning of the evening, holding on to the arm of the friend who I was with.  The theme of the evening was relationships with parents and, since I have always had quite a difficult relationship with my mother, when my friend suggested that we both  go to the front for prayer , I went forward willingly, again holding onto her arm for support.

When I got to the front my friend and I each went our separate ways for prayer and I got talking to a ‘pray-er’ there who it later transpired was part of the Healing On The Streets team. I told him briefly about my relationship with my mother and they suggested we pray about it.  I was feeling very unsteady on my feet at this point so asked them if they would mind if we found somewhere to sit down to pray, adding that the reason was that I was feeling a bit dizzy due to my labyrinthitis.  They immediately asked, “Shall we pray about that too?”, to which I readily assented, albeit feeling a bit sceptical in view of the doctor’s prognosis.

We sat down and, as they began to pray with me, I felt immediately infused with a kind of warmth and sense of comfort and security and could not stop a broad smile from creeping over my face.  They stopped praying and, as we stood up, I suddenly realised that I didn’t feel dizzy any more.  The nausea had also gone.  In fact, I felt suddenly better than I had done for the past fortnight and I also felt a sense of elation and confidence that made me want to skip back down the aisle to my place in the church.

My friend, who was waiting for me, asked me if I was OK and offered me her arm again but I said, “No thanks, I don’t need that any more.  I think I’ve been healed!”.  I could still hardly believe it and went home, half-expecting that the next day I’d wake up to find that the dizziness and nausea would have returned, particularly since it was always at its worst first thing in the morning. However, it didn’t come back and it hasn’t come back ever since. I felt completely better.

That day I actually had an appointment to see the doctor  about my labyrinthitis.  I didn’t know whether to cancel the appointment or to go anyway but in the end decided I would go. I still felt I wanted confirmation from a professional, medically-trained person that I really had been healed- so I told the doctor exactly what had happened the night before, expecting a cynical reaction.  However, after examining me, she said that she could see no sign of anything wrong with me and even added, “I have heard of such healings before. We have to be open to all things”.

I truly believe that God healed me that day through the prayers of the Healing On The Streets team member (-name withheld but known).

Lynda

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