Awesome Healing Share – 2010 with Update in 2013

Just proved it! To explain; last night while watching Morningstar TV I was holding my left hand and praying for it (step-son saw this happen) because I've still had a terrible time with arthritis and nerve damage from the CNS Vasculitis. When, the guy on the TV (live) called out a Word of Knowledge of a healing in a left hand, and tingling and nerve damage were healing and I was crying and Brian heard it and spun around in his chair.
I was just painting my nails and used to really fight holding my left hand still when painting the right and had no trouble tonight! Hallelujah! I knew it...I've been healed! And, please join me in giving a big praise to the Lord!

Update – 2013:  God heals in many ways and although I’m sure that most all people would want to be healed instantaneously I’ve seen Him heal over time more than anything else.  For me, I thought my left arm had been wholly healed back in 2010 and I thought it would be just a gradual thing.  But, last year I had a bad fall breaking my left arm, dislocating my shoulder, and I also had a full-thickness tear of the rotator cuff along with surgery.  Oh I did go through a spell when I thought I was finally losing my left arm as explained in several posts from 2012.  I’d forgotten all about this healing time until I just found this post a few days ago.

Yes, I had to go through quite a bit with this injury.  I was down for nearly 6 months of 2012.  But as I went through physical therapy for this I started noticing that I could carry a plate in my left hand without any tremors.  I used to nearly throw the plate and just could not carry one since the stroke in early 2001.  I am still able to and continuing to heal.  Although it is taking some time to get my full strength back, I received full range of motion back in that arm in just 5 months.  I was told that as severe as my injury was that the full range of motion could take up to a year.  After just 5 months I was praying in church and in my mind’s eye I saw myself with both arms in the air, I opened my eyes and called to my son and put both arms straight up in the air waving at him.  I have had full range of motion ever since.  I haven’t ridden roller coasters since the fall (haven’t actually had the chance) but I’ve been doing everything else (even lifting things down from higher cupboards, the top of the refrigerator, etc.).  I have also never had to wear the brace again that I’ve had on my left hand several times in the past.  And, of course, carrying plates with my left hand…NO PROBLEM!  What I’d thought was just to hinder me has helped me to regain what I’d lost a good 13 years ago!  Hallelujah!

Don't put anything past Him!  You're healed when He says you are and ONLY HE knows when that will happen!

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Writing at the Beach - An Angel Visit - 2009

It was February 11th, 2009 and my first day away from home writing out on Anna Maria Island.

I basked in the sun that was warming my skin as I felt God changing me in ways that I couldn’t control. The atmosphere was thick with a warm, softness as His presence permeated deep into my spirit. I found I liked being alone with Him in that place of His exquisite beauty. He guided me there for a special reason that I’m just only starting to learn about.

(In 2006, after our move from Ohio I drove out to the island and as I turned right onto Gulf drive, words flooded my mind. Oh I am so pleased for His words! And, it happened! Why did it take me so long? “Send me an instrument that I may write down more of Your words! Wow! Thank You, Papa! I know now where I belong at least part of the time! I praise Your name! Lead me into more of You!)

I wrote, I read Hemmingway, and I walked! I had the most stress-free time I’ve had in I don’t know how long.

Poem written while at the beach:

PEACE BE WITH ME

Peace be with me
All of these days
Walking with my Lord
In enamored praise.

Oh, I’m so pleased
That I didn’t tarry long
And came home running
To His open arms!

Oh Lord don’t ever let me
Fall down that slippery slope
Into that thoughtless world
A world that’s lost all hope.

I only want to bask in You
To feel Your ever present love
And know my life is focused
On the Holy One above!

By Juliana Pace 02/11/09

During my drive home I realized that I was experiencing a new gift from my heavenly Papa – I felt the urge to describe everything as I saw it. Everything had some different reason or perspective behind it. Green wasn’t just green anymore!

And, then it happened. No one has ever commented on the Christian signs on my car until that day in bumper to bumper traffic a gentleman in the next lane motioned to me to turn down my CD player.  He pointed at the static sticker in my right rear window (“Christianity is a Relationship”) and then said, “It is one, isn’t it? You can’t do it all alone?” and it touched my heart to the point of tears. I never noticed him in the lane next to me again. He didn’t roll down his window; he opened his truck door to talk to me. Who was he?

And then I was home in awe and looking forward to my next writing trip! Much more to come!

The attached photo was taken the same day!

My First MRI - Written in 2006

The end of 2000, I was a major work-a-holic.  My husband and I were having problems! He kept telling me he loved me but I didn’t feel like I was seeing any evidence of that. I called myself a computer widow. I was the main one raising his son. I was working in Transcription in Radiology at a large multi-county Medical Center at that time. One of our doctors (we had 7 Radiologists) came in and asked me to help him with something. As I was explaining, he took a tissue out of the box on my desk and wiped up a water spot I had made from my cup of ice water. I cried!

That doctor and I never did anything more than just talk, but my husband found a note that I had written to the doctor on Christmas eve, which was slightly suggestive of the idea that I wanted more. Of course, My husband and I went ‘round and I told him that if our marriage was going to survive, we needed to get into counseling. We had his whole family coming for the yearly Christmas Eve party, so we had to put it behind us.

I was already on my second round of anti-biotics for a supposed ear infection at that time. I kept getting more and more ill. My family doc started running all kinds of tests.  He wasn't sure what was going on. I was running into walls and it appeared that I just had an inner ear infection but that nothing would get rid of it. Finally, I talked to one of the Radiologists about my problems and he thought it was best to just do an MRI of my head and internal auditory canals (since I’d had Tinnitus -for a year or so, but only on one side). 

I was scheduled to have an MRI done on January 24th. The evening before the MRI, I sat on my screened back porch. I was talking to God about all that was going on at our house. I ended up telling Him that if there had to be something badly wrong with my brain for us to become closer to Him and closer to each other, then so be it. I just couldn’t stand all the problems, fighting, and worst of all the neglect, any more. I also believe that God showed me to call my mom and tell her that if they found something badly wrong with my brain that she shouldn’t worry because He was taking care of it.

The following day I had the MRI. I knew how to call up the reports on the telephone since I worked in Radiology, so I did that evening and the first thing I heard was that I had a ring-enhancing lesion of about 2 cm in my left frontal lobe that looked like brain metastasis (cancer that had spread from some other primary source) among other lesions.  My husband was standing next to me and I fell to my knees screaming and crying hysterically (of course, I’m still human). I called Radiology, since the doctor that read my MRI was still there and he spoke with me. He said that he always tried to paint the worst picture so that doctors wouldn’t dawdle. And, he said if my doc called him the next day that he would tell him what should be done next. 

Our family hit a brick wall.  The next thing I did was call the 700 Club for prayer and put them on the speaker phone for the 3 of us to hear. I had thought maybe an acoustic neuroma  (benign brain tumor), but cancer was a whole lot different.

And, I went through 2 ½ more years of weekly testing and doctors. Think that may be an exaggeration? My attorney for Social Security had me write down everything including docs for the last 6 months of that 2 1/2 years. The total number of doctors was 14.

In July of 2003, I had an appointment with a doctor for a diagnosis confirmation that was the number one specialist in the world for CNS Vasculitis (CNS Vasculitis is an extremely rare auto immune disease that was only found by autopsy until 1999. There is yet no known cause and it is considered to be terminal). 

I was told by this doctor that he thought that I was in remission since he could see no active disease. He told me that I needed to move from looking at the disease to concentrating on getting better. And, I’ve been fighting, with God’s help, to move into a new life with Him ever since.

I can honestly say that we’ve had some majorly rough times. We’ve given up nearly all that we had and moved 1100 miles away to start a new life.  I was still using a cane to get around until the first day of that move when I through the cane on the dashboard of our moving truck, never to use it again!

In 2005, while our son and I were in Ohio selling our house, my husband had moved to my brother’s down in Bradenton, Florida to start working and he found our new church. I had never told him about that night on the back porch in 2001…and I cried.  

We went on to also join that same church the summer of 2006 and I could see how God had been working in our lives all that time through that whole storm.