Jehovah rapha (the Lord who restores or recreates)

It’s been a long time since I experienced my first miracle followed by another…and another… still God’s healing power remains fresh that I can’t help but testify.

JESUS: the healer

February last year, I suffered depression to the point of nervous breakdown. Those dark moments were also the moments I could see the light from the Lord Jesus Christ shun on me. That was the time I received God’s healing power in my life.

Torment…

During that night when I was so confused of my situation, the Lord appeared to me with a very comforting words and touch. He told me to held my hands on top of my stomach and caress it. I repeated the motion for a long time. As a result, I felt so comforted. Physically I could also felt the sensation in my body and I was also relaxed mentally and emotionally.

At first I asked the Lord, “Lord, is there something wrong with me?” Jesus as gentle as a lamb as He was knowing that I started to fear again and got confused told me, “You are so weak…but my strength is sufficient in your weaknesses. I will give you a new mind. Never will I allow you to suffer from this sickness again.” After He stated those words, I felt a very cold therapeutic sensation like a combination of cold water and electric current that runs inside my head, as if it washed me thoroughly. I could really felt it run from the top of my head down to my chest slowly that made me felt so relaxed and motionless. As I closed my eyes, I could see a very bright light though we didn’t turn on the electric lights.

As He continued talking to me, I learned that He allows the devil to torment me for a while to test me by giving me like what apostle had “thorn in the flesh”. Truly, He’s strength is sufficient in my weaknesses! Nevertheless, I could have been so proud with the spiritual gifts and the surpassing revelation I received.

Furthermore, He reassured me that He will never leave me, nor forsake me. He loves me so much.

The next day, I was demonically attacked from 6 in the evening until dawn. This incident was repeated for three consecutive days. The attack always starts at 6 in the evening. In return, I did not stop praying and worshipping God. Later did I realize that I learned what is the true worship (in spirit and in truth and in the beauty of His holiness). Others might say it’s hard to praise and worship the Lord if you are in the middle of a bad situation, in a storm or in pain. But to me during those hours, I gave my mind and heart to worship Him. Those were the sweetest times when the Holy Spirit spoke to me, “It will be alright. I love you.”

Week after, I planned to go to my dad’s hometown to attend my uncle’s funeral and since that time I believed my father is my healing. I believed that my father was the source of my grief, hatred and depression.

But at dawn I dreamed. I saw a clear vision of huge bible opened in front of me. On the left page was Jesus standing and on the right were bold letters written as “THE HEALER”.

I understood that Jesus and His word is my healer. So I cancelled my trip. Instead, I read the bible as my medicine every day until it became a habit. I got well! Also, I was able to forgive my father. Truly His word is living and vibrant and powerful! It gives life to me more and more. His promises make me hopeful and keep my faith in Him to continue fighting to live.

It amazed me until now whenever depressed people, mentally ill and suicide survivor, whom I don’t personally know, even strangers would asked me to pray for them. Jesus has His power working in those who used to be broken since He mends the broken pieces. He’s the Jehovah Rappha.

Generational curse…Exodus 34:7

I used to ask myself after I was healed why the attack happened every 6 in the evening. Then I remember that since I arrived home from Cebu, we (I, my mom and my cousin who’s also a missionary) do our intercessory prayer for the nation every 6pm. So the devil hates this. And last night I’d seen on TV, on the 700 club about a girl who was having a skin disease. That girl’s grandmother and great great grandparents were practicing witchcraft. And she was supposed to be the heir. When a friend invited her to be prayed for by their pastor, the congregation had smelled a very foul odor. It was not from her rotten flesh. They wonder where it came. When the pastor asked her to stand on her feet, she fell on the floor vomiting and violently was thrown by the devil. They were demonically possessed with 2 more relatives that came with her in that service. The demon using her voice said, “You can never take her from me, I will not let you…” But the pastors prayed and commanded the devil to leave and afterwards they were delivered. Also, she was healed from her skin disease. In return, she gave herself is serving the Lord and now the church’ Sunday school teacher.

This is an example of a generational curse. Unless we are not delivered from this, the devil still has the foothold on us.

March 2014, I dreamed of group of missionaries visiting us and this dream came true when my cousin came and introduced them to me. One of them received an instruction from the Lord that I will be going with them in a prayer mountain for seven days. I was amazed because I had the desire prior to their arrival to really go to a prayer mountain for 7 days! There I was delivered from generational curse including witchcraft from my ancestors. The reason why since high school I always had a visitation of dark or bad spirits was because the enemy knew the Lord’s best plans for me since the beginning.

John 10: 10 “The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.”

Another story I wanted to share while we’re having our mission trips was about a drunkard and gambler man who has a Christian sister. According to her sister, he always curse and speak bad words. This man was found insane, weak with eyes wide open as if freaking after 3 days he was found lying near a Balete tree. Worse, he could no longer speak. His eyes were only darting blankly on the ceiling. And the doctors couldn’t find wrong with him.

When his sister with her pastor brought him to us and asked us to pray for him, we found that their parents were sorcerers practicing occults. We asked her sister to stand in behalf of him so he could receive Jesus and break the generational curse. As a result, his strength improved and his face no longer looked sad, there was peace in his aura. During the night he was brought to the hospital because he was having a seizure. I didn’t hear anything from him after that but one thing we learned, he paid the price…his family became believers of Jesus.

To God be the glory!