I had never experienced such physical agony. It was unbearable. My body felt like it was burning from the inside out. I suffered excruciating pain in the center of my stomach leading towards my lower back.
It all began after a two-day revival in the town of Batan, Costa Rica where we came face to face with spiritual warfare. There was a breakthrough in the atmosphere the night of the 23rd and we were getting ready to return to Tibas. Right before leaving, I was offered a meal from a lovely family. I ate a small portion and took the rest with me. As soon as I entered the vehicle, I started to feel a discomfort in my stomach that worsened with each passing hour.
Three and half hours later, we arrived at our temporary place of dwelling. I quickly went into the room as I knew something unusual was happening in my body. I laid down and I started to quiver. I went into a fetal position while I shaked uncontrollably. I had developed a high fever and cold sweats. My father touched my forehead and the sides of my cheeks and confirmed it. At the same token, I felt like I was in the north pole with the constant chills.
My father began covering me with blankets, but it was not enough. He grabbed a small portable heater he brought over ten years ago and placed it directly towards me. He then gave me the “Puerto Rican cure” Vicks VapoRub:)
“Father God, you brought my daughter to do your will, I ask you to heal her” he prayed.
The night was long. I attempted to fall asleep, but the pain would not subside. I turned side to side, laid on my stomach and back but there was no relief. It was 5 am when my father woke up and noticed that I was not well.
I saw a face of a worried father doing his best to stay strong for his daughter.
He spoke with the Pastors from Tibas and explained the situation. The Pastor informed him that it was surely a bacteria that had spread through a certain type of meat in the town of Batan. He told him he would consult with a physician. The physician prescribed a liquid that would kill the bacteria as well as antibiotics. The liquid was meant to work quickly, allowing my body to flush out the bacterial infection. I drank the liquid at around 9am. At about an hour or so, I was able to lay on my back without pain. Unfortunately, the slight comfort did not last, and absolutely nothing came out of my system.
Hours passed and the irritation and distress increased. I could overhear my father calling various pastors and brothers in Christ to lift a prayer on my behalf. Worry came from the voice of the local pastors even though they were declaring healing over my body.
Such is faith; confidence in what we hope for and assurance in things we do not see.
My faith was not faltering. My spirits were high, but the enemy does not sleep. He was going to take advantage of this moment. “Did God really send you”? “Are you sure it was His voice you heard”? What if you don’t make it? A memory creeped up of a cousin of mine who passed away years ago from a bacterial infection.
I started dodging every attempt, rebuking and proclaiming the word of God, his promises and benevolence.
Through it all, I had not cried. At around 7pm, tears covered the sheets I was hurdled in. My soul was screaming for nothing else but prayer. At that time, my father was attending church through zoom, and I didn’t want to worry him even more.
I contacted a friend and asked him to pray for me. It was a powerful prayer that filled me with peace. He reminded me of the mission. He quoted the verse in Luke chapter 8 where Jesus tells the disciples to pass to the other side but what they did not know was that there was a storm scheduled to not only deter them from completing the mission but as a way of testing their faith. In verse 23 clearly says that a storm was “let loose”.
Minutes later, my father enters the room with his phone on speaker and I hear one of our Pastors from CT, crying out to heaven along with other church members. It brought me to that time when the church earnestly prayed for Peter (Acts 12). The bible says that suddenly an angel of the Lord appeared to his rescue.
Seeing no improvement, my father informs me that he had no other choice but to take me to the hospital.
How did it get to this point? I cried out to the Lord in anguish “you’ve healed before, please do it again”. I proceeded to call another prayer warrior whom I later learned, had convened a prayer intercession group of young ladies. They invoked the name of the Lord and prayed as if their life depended on it.
Shortly after, my father comes in the room and says, “we are looking for a private doctor”. He touches my forehead and says, “you are still burning up”. He sits down in silence as he looks at the floor. I closed my eyes and prayed
“God, I don’t want any other doctor but you”.
As soon as I said those words, the fever disappeared. I was in shock. I couldn’t make sense of what was happening. In a soft voice I stated “Dad, I no longer need a doctor”. As I’m speaking, my entire body is regulating. In seconds, I had absolutely no pain, no shivers and no debilitation. I sat up and my father screamed “what happened, are you ok”? I looked at him and said, “I think I just experienced a miracle”. I stood up and began walking as if nothing had ever happened.
Observe the following:
- The sickness became worst when the medication was introduced.
- The medication did not flush out the system; meaning the bacteria was still in its full effect.
- Our faith was tested in a foreign country with no immediate resources to our disposal.
- Every symptom immediately vanished when I was at my lowest.
I had never personally experienced Jehovah Rapha – The Lord who heals. It was my time to know him as a healer. As agonizing as it was, it was all worth it. He is a miracle worker and now I am a walking testimony of his power.
Nicaragua… here we come!
P.S. I might just become a vegetarian for the next three months:)