My story has to do with the healing power of God. While many come to know Jesus as their Savior, Redeemer and Lord, not everyone has had the experience of knowing Him as their Healer… but they can! Jesus suffered and died on the cross not only for our salvation, but for our healing as well. The Word of God gives us a prophetic word in Isaiah 53:5 that;
“He (Jesus) was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed”.
In November of 1992, my family and I moved to Montgomery, Alabama, sensing that God was leading us back there after having been away for several years on the mission field in Argentina, starting a home church in Orlando and then directing Agape Bible School in Cullman, Alabama. Even though my husband had served on the ministry staff at our home church for about seven years prior to our departure, due to their inability to hire him back at that time we returned with no job offer and three small children: Jessica, John and Jason.
For the first six months, things seemed to get worse instead of better. My husband, Norris, soon began a secular job after years of full-time ministry and it was a very humbling time, but he was determined to provide for his family no matter what. In the Spring of 1993, I recall a series of really abnormal and negative things happening to us… things like me getting bitten by a brown recluse spider while I was sleeping. How weird is that? Then there was Norris’ car being hit by a pick-up truck and flipped upside down, causing his car to spin around three times on its hood as it skidded down Carmichael Road during rush hour. When the car stopped, his tape player was still playing a Kenneth Hagin teaching tape on “Faith”. Norris unbuckled his seat belt while still hanging upside down and his head pressing on the hood, and then walked home from the accident. We only had one car at the time. As he came into our apartment, he announced, “Honey, you’re looking at a walking miracle”. The car was totaled, but he was without a scratch. It wasn’t until I went to the place where they had towed our car that I realized how blessed he was to have emerged alive.
“He (Jesus) was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed”.
In November of 1992, my family and I moved to Montgomery, Alabama, sensing that God was leading us back there after having been away for several years on the mission field in Argentina, starting a home church in Orlando and then directing Agape Bible School in Cullman, Alabama. Even though my husband had served on the ministry staff at our home church for about seven years prior to our departure, due to their inability to hire him back at that time we returned with no job offer and three small children: Jessica, John and Jason.
For the first six months, things seemed to get worse instead of better. My husband, Norris, soon began a secular job after years of full-time ministry and it was a very humbling time, but he was determined to provide for his family no matter what. In the Spring of 1993, I recall a series of really abnormal and negative things happening to us… things like me getting bitten by a brown recluse spider while I was sleeping. How weird is that? Then there was Norris’ car being hit by a pick-up truck and flipped upside down, causing his car to spin around three times on its hood as it skidded down Carmichael Road during rush hour. When the car stopped, his tape player was still playing a Kenneth Hagin teaching tape on “Faith”. Norris unbuckled his seat belt while still hanging upside down and his head pressing on the hood, and then walked home from the accident. We only had one car at the time. As he came into our apartment, he announced, “Honey, you’re looking at a walking miracle”. The car was totaled, but he was without a scratch. It wasn’t until I went to the place where they had towed our car that I realized how blessed he was to have emerged alive.
