A Few years back, my sister started to have pain on her right hand.

One weekend I went to her place, she asked me to pray complaining her hand is very sore, I did pray and forgot about it. A month later she found a lump on the right side of the breast. She went to the doctor and was asked to have mammogram, she did and left it in the boot of the car, until her breast started to get bigger and heavy with pain. She went to the doctors without her report, when the doctor asked for the report then she ran to the car to get the report.

Well probably that was her last smile her doctors said that there are 3 lumps and asked her to book for a bysectame. Situation got worse, a puss started to come out of her breast, and her breast started to bigger and painful. She had the bysectame done and again it was confirmed that she has breast cancer. My sister was a Christian .Somewhere along the line, she lost her away, got lost in the world.

Any way she called me crying and of course I love my sister with all my heart, I told her very firmly start believing for a miracle but she didn’t until very late and I asked her to stop work, she goes passed my house every day to go to work.

I asked her if you can come to church to be prayed over. In the mean time the church was praying for her.

She went to two Friday night healing services with me which was a big problem for her effort wise. She did not want to go and I basically forced her to go, and yes she did end up going.

Mean time she went through different test, lots of people were praying especially my church. She got the date for operation. She was counselled before operation and lots of information given to her also was told about her chemotherapy after operation and loss of hair, so that she could prepare herself.

Any way a night before her operation she had this dream that she went to the mountain top and someone pushed her and she spread her arms and started to sore and she felt angels came and picked her up. Anyway in the morning she went to the hospital for her operation, all dressed up, name tags on ,doctors took the pen to mark were to operate from ,trying to pin point were the lump is but they couldn’t find it . Poking and prodding very painful there was no sign of the lump.

Then doctors said either it is a miracle or pray for one meaning it might have burst and spread.
Well doctors gave up on her for the day, asked her to have another mammogram and go home and also bring the old mammogram with her the next day.

she went back next day with the old mammogram doctors put it together with the new mammogram to compare with the old and found absolutely no lump what so ever.

Isn’t God good? My sister is totally healed by the power of his blood .When she told me I couldn’t stop giving praises to him, because of him she is healed and living happy and healthy. I encourage anyone out there who is going through situations give it to God Jesus is our healer lover of our soul. Doctors can do certain things but God can do all believe in his promises Praise God.

This is the testimony of my self when I was pregnant with my son Andrew.

Through my ten weeks of pregnancy I went through various tests and my un born baby was diagnosed with a very high risk of having down syndrome.

I received a phone call from the clinic they asked me to come to hospital and explained to me what Down syndrome was. Straight away I was booked in for counseling in the Royal North Shore hospital and they also gave me an option to terminate the baby. When I went to counseling they showed me pictures of babies with Down syndrome and they urged me to terminate my baby. Thank the Lord I was a Christian and stood my faith and told them that I believe in the healing power of God and that he is my healer and I am not going to take away the life he has given to me but I was willing to do amniocentesis and I did.

I Attended Friday night service, no one knew about the situation cause every thing happened through the week . No one knew what I was going through, people came from different church’s as the worship started. I lifted up my hands and started to sing. In the midst of that I felt a hand come up and touched my stomach. I quickly opened my eyes to see who it was and why they were doing that but no one was there. Then I realised it was the hand of God.

Four days after I received a phone call saying that my baby was fine and I thanked the Lord and told the doctor I told you so. Things were going good until the 24 of weeks gestation, my legs puffed up, blood pressure sky rocketing. Took lots of blood pressure tablets and I was in and out of the hospital, doing an ultra sound once in two weeks. Last ultra sound I did the mid wife who was looking after me at the time went on a two week holiday leaving me in the care of a replacement mid wife who forgot to check my ultra sound report for two weeks and when the first mid wife came back from holiday to her horror she found my un checked ultra sound report and called me to the clinic straight away and all hell broke loose.
Two doctors were waiting for me and told me the blood and oxygen had been reversed and that the baby had not been getting and food and the baby had deteriorated.

The doctors got busy ringing hospitals to find a place for me .Originally I was booked in for Ryde but situation like this I couldn’t have my baby there. After ringing all the hospitals they got Nepean hospital. They asked me to prepare because the baby needed to come out. So we reached Nepean and within four hours my gorgeous baby boy was born via c-section. He went on oxygen straight away and with so many complications I still managed not to let the hand of Jesus go. He was the light and direction of every decision I was making then.

My son was to be fed by tube, surprisingly they couldn’t. Nurses tried half a millimetre of milk which was too much for the baby.
Doctors did x rays and found out the intestine got stuck together since the food and milk got reversed two weeks before he was born. Doctors came and told me that they need to operate on him. I gave consent but of course I have greater physician, Jesus I started praying, crying out to God. My baby had gone through so much. I prayed for his mighty hand to touch my son and guess what, he did. Two days later they did another x ray, doctors came back and gave the all clear.

My baby stayed in intensive care for 7 weeks, he was very tiny for those 7 weeks and I never got to hold him. He weighed 1 kilo and lost some weight along the way came down to 890 grams.

I know His word says in time of trouble I will never leave you, nor abandon you. I thank him so much that he was there for me. Praise God my son pulled through he is well and healthy doing things as normal children do.
Can’t believe I went through that, praise God.