About a week and a half ago Andrew, Olivia, Krystle, Shawn and I took a day trip to my hometown, Brawley. We left San Diego at about noon for a two-hour drive and our
first stop was to our famous “D-Shop” (short for Donut Shop) where we got five
large sweet teas and then headed down Main Street to my mom’s house where some
home cookin’ was awaiting. After
lunch we decided we needed to work off the tostadas with a dance party in the
living room. My sister Ericka
brought out the ghetto computer speakers, plugged in the ipod and started to
teach us how to do the “Superman”.
Anyway, we were dancing to everything from Coldplay’s Viva La Vida to
Rascall Flatts’ My Wish for hours.
At one point Ericka started to get a headache and had to lay down in my
mom’s room.
Ericka is fourteen years old and has been suffering from
intense migrane headaches for a couple of years now. She gets these attacks where her left arm goes numb and she
can’t open her eyes without feeling like she’s going to throw up. She’s gone to the doctor for this but
they say there isn’t much she can do to prevent them. She has to take a medication that is extremely strong and
usually makes the pain subside but because of its intensity it puts her out for
the rest of the day. She never
knows when the next headache is going to come so she has been living in fear of
these attacks for a while now.
It just so happened that Ericka was having one of these
episodes while we were dancing around in the living room. My mom came to me with a worried look
on her face and told me that she was probably going to have to take her to the
hospital because she ran out of medication and the headache wasn’t going
away. I asked my mom if she wanted
us to pray for Ericka and she said yes. So I told my friends to come with me to my mom’s room so we
could pray for Ericka. They didn’t
skip a beat, right away they followed and we surrounded my mom’s bed where
Ericka literally looked dead. She
was crying and in a lot of pain.
So we laid hands on her and prayed. We prayed that the Presence of God would come and heal. I prayed. Olivia prayed.
Andrew prayed. As Andrew
prayed my hand, which was on Ericka’s head started to feel funny. The Presence of God was present to heal
and I knew it was God’s healing power.
As soon as it stopped we asked Ericka how she was feeling.
“It’s Gone”.
That’s what she said. And
she sat up and said it again, “It’s Gone”. Then she started to cry. We praised God for His Healing power and then we had to leave. Later my mom told me that Ericka got up
and sat down in the living room and for about half an hour was crying. My mom asked her why she was crying and
all she could muster out was, “Mom, Jesus healed me, He healed me”. I talked to her later and told her to
continue to claim her healing. I
told her that Jesus healed her because He loves her and doesn’t want her to
have to live in the fear of those attacks. She just kept crying in amazement of the love of the
Father. It’s been almost two weeks
and she hasn’t once had to take any of her medication. Praise the Lord!
It has
been my prayer for so long that my family would know the love of the Father
that I know. That they would
experience the healing power of God that I’ve experienced and that they would
testify of His greatness. This
healing was a prayer answered and I know that greater things are still yet to
be done…it’s only the beginning of what God has planned for this next year. More will be healed, more will be loved
on and more will see Jesus. I
can’t wait!
