Vision
Sunday, February 25, 2018
On Sunday morning during worship, God showed me a vision. At first I heard Him say: “You are Children Of Victory, You are a Child Of Victory”.
I saw God… He was very large and paving the way before His children. His paving was creating a shield to the sides of the path where His kids were. The road was dark, but where He paved was white and completely smooth.
He wore the colors blue and purple and we also were wearing blue and purple. His children were following Him and just dancing for joy. I was with them and dancing as well. We were dancing and leaping in a triumphant procession. That was all that we were doing… we were just dancing jubilantly behind Him as He was paving the way.
Friday, April 27, 2018
“Is this Ms. Painter?”
“Yes this is her”.
“This is Dr. Jones (name changed) at the cancer center. We just got the report from your CAT scan you did this morning. There are swollen lymph nodes. You will need to come in Monday morning first thing.”
I could hear the urgency in his voice.
I tried to reassure him, “Yes I know there a few. I have had them for a couple of years. Can I just keep my appointment for next Friday?”
“No. We don’t have any openings that morning but we will fit you in. You must come in first thing. There are lymph nodes everywhere in your chest. How are you feeling? Is your face swollen?”
Face swollen? Does he mean fat? Trying to keep things light, I thought to myself “I mean, I like ice-cream as much as the next girl”. I responded though with a simple “No, I don’t think so”.
He finished our phone call with a warning: “If your face starts swelling or you feel weird or funny at all this weekend go straight to the Emergency Room! I will see you Monday morning.” Click.
Time seemed to stop. It felt like I was out of my body.
Then a thousand thoughts started to flood in.
- Do I need to pull over?
- Can I still pick up the kids?
- Go to the ER?
- Am I about to blow up?
- Is it cancer?
- Am I going to die?
- What do I do?
- Why was he freaking out?
- I don’t want this to be real
- I don’t think I can handle this
All of a sudden the Lord reminded me about the testimony of my Pastor and his wife. When they were given several terminal diagnoses for her, they went to their car, held hands to pray and started with “God you are good!”. Then they started to declare the truth of what God’s word says instead of agreeing with what news they had just received.
So even in the midst of the intensity of the thoughts and emotions swirling all around, I decided that the first words out of my mouth would be “God you are good!”. I decreed that and went to pick up my kids.
“God you are good!”
I cannot express how grateful I am to have heard their testimony of victory against all odds! It shaped how I walked through my own battle with death and came out on the other side victorious. My hope and prayer is that by sharing my testimony that I am passing on the baton to others for their victory.
If you found this page and you have cancer or a terminal diagnoses, please know there is hope! I remember trying to find anything I could read that gave me hope. Hope is so precious when you are walking through something like that. I wish I could hug you, cry with you, pray with you, and encourage you.
I don’t have a formula for you. If you do this… this will happen sort of thing. What I do have is a testimony. My story of how God took me in what looked like my final days and turned things around to an absolute victory over cancer and the enemy. What I can tell you is that my God is a healer and still heals today! He is Jehovah-Rapha!
