Raised from death - "Wellbeing"

2009

I went in and had the third lot of surgery in three years. The surgery went well the surgeon said. He had contoured the bone and correctly repositioned the displaced cushioning disc which had been pushed firmly down on some fibrous tissue that was impinging the movement of my jaw, as a result of the latest car accident. The disc was being cushioned instaed of being a cushion! After the surgery, I wasn’t itchy as I had been after past operations, but I was very sleepy. Nurses came in and keep talking to me wanting to know if I was always this sleepy, but I was asleep again.

I was upset. This was my third operation in this Hospital and each time my sugar levels had been too high. The so called “diabetic” diet was full of sugar and there was nothing for me to suck up a straw. I knew I had to go onto the blended diet, which I could add milk to, in order to drink it, but this needed the doctor’s approval. He gave it to me the following day as I was so upset. That day I awoke and needed medication for the nausea. My balance was not good. That evening I had trouble breathing. I would begin to doze off and suddenly couldn’t breathe. This usually jolted me awake. On one occasion it didn't. About 4 in the morning I was outside my body looking at it. I got such a shock when I realised that it was my body I was looking at. It looked frighteningly ugly and blue around the mouth. My body was dead! Suddenly I heard God proclaim the word “Wellbeing” and the right side of my face began to be come alive again - the colour started to come back into it. Then I was back in my body and filled with joy. I began praising God. I sensed that there were a lot of people praying for me. I felt so much better. The word of God is powerful. Life and death are in God's hand. The same spirit that raised Christ from the dead, had raised me up to. Death could not hold Jesus back and it could not hold me back nor could it prevent God's purposes for me from coming to pass.
On subsequent visits to the surgeon he said "Don't you scar?" At first I thought that it was just his good surgery but he kept asking after looking at the area he had cut. God must have done something special to my skin as well.....no scarring!