Following is the testimony of a good pal of mine. It's too good not to share it with the world. I was diagnosed with Hepatitis 35 years ago and was in isolation for 10 days! When I was discharged I was told I could have more trouble later on. They didn't tell me what kind of Hepatitis it was...A, B, or C and years later I found it hadn't been noted in my records.
Sure enough, about three months later I started having shooting pains in the liver area and tried to ignore them. One evening in church in the middle of the visiting evangelist's message I had a stabbing pain that make me jump! I tried to act natural, hoping no one had noticed. However, the minister saw and stopped preaching, gathered the people around to pray for me. The pain left and after the service he and my husband both discovered they saw the same thing...a huge hand and arm reaching down into my liver area and coming back out. I didn't know if it was a new liver or what but I knew I never had distress there again!
For 35 years I have felt "contaminated" because I couldn't donate blood "because you've had hepatitis!" Last week I was having blood drawn in the lab for something and I talked with the young lab girl about the frustration of never knowing what kind of Hepatitis I had had. She said, "That's easy! We can run a test and see!" No one had ever told me that before!
Today I received the results of that test and I am clean for all three...A, B, C! I stopped in at the lab to thank the technician for telling me about the test. When I related my frustration to a co-worker of hers, she said if I tested clean I probably didn't really have H. after all...just an infection around the liver. When I told her the details she changed her mind and said it sounded like I really did have it but that it would show up on the test because you never can get over it. So I told her of my miracle that night and that she could do what she wanted with it but I believe in the power of prayer! She agreed and said without a Divine Intervention I could never have been clean!
We both had goose bumps as I said, "Thank God for the confirmation of my miracle that night...35 years ago!"
