I am a Believer. Let me tell you My Dear Sweet Sistahs and Brothahs! I-Am-A-Believer! God dressed me up again! Fed my broken poverty stricken soul, until I couldn’t eat any more! And God continues to feed me to this very second! He guided me! And turned my life around! Because I…Am A Believer.
You see, they gave me some bad news, well not really because I already knew! Told me it was bad! How bad? So-bad-Dr. Whiteman-has-never-told-me-to-this-day! But the Lord is a merciful Lord, Oh, yes the Lord is! He gave this poor, pitiful soul another life? How, you might be asking yourself? Well cause I was praying everyday after I had gotten some confirmed bad news! Dr. Whiteman, God bless his soul, was understanding enough, to just keep it between us! But I left another soul out but I didn’t understand! Who was that third soul in that room with this poor soul and Dr. Whitemnan? Oh, my Dear Sweet Brothahs and Sistahs you know! Oh, yes you do! It was the Lord! Shame on me Lord! I know now! You don’t have to worry about me any more! Because…I am a Believer!
I was praying diligently, the only prayer, every day, The Lord’s Prayer! The only one I pray to this day, the only one, that’s what My Lord gives into my heart because I can‘t preach or teach you about Your Lord, The Lord is going to give each one of us a touch from the Lord‘s soul…
Well back to the testimony, on the seventh month that I had prayed, prayerfully, the phone starts ringing! Who the world? So, I’m going to tell you this story of God’s glory! And I’m going to leave it be! But, be A Believer then you’ll see! I get off my knees because I was praying at the time, right when I had gotten home from work, I walk over to the phone. And I pick it up!…
"Hello," I said
“Meredith? Is that you?” He asked.
“It’s Meredith Dr. Whiteman. I’m glad you called and checked on me,” I said.
“Amazing,” Dr. Whiteman said excitedly!
“I’m sorry Dr. Whiteman. I’m not understanding.” I said to him, confusion all in my soul. But you see what’s happening? If you don’t, I’ll go on! Let me proceed, please, even if you do! Cause sometime, I mean sometime…you have to tell the whole testimony, to get to the truth! Thank You My Dear Sweet Sistahs and Brothahs!!
“Meredith you just don’t understand,” Dr. Whiteman said, “ Why don’t you come on in…today? And let me run some tests on you?”
“No I’m perfectly fine. And I’m feeling fine. I don’t need anymore tests,” I said.
“Do you understand it has been seven months and I wouldn’t have given you seven days , seven months ago? Listen, come on in, we’ll do some tests because this is truly amazing! My colleagues wouldn’t believe it? Do you understand? Every doctor who I showed your whole medical record to agreed it wasn’t weeks for you, it was an hour by hour diagnoses, ‘but he’ll be gone soon, very much so.’ And I only gave you back then a week at best the stage it was in…” Dr Whiteman was saying…then all of the sudden my body started to heave, feeling emesis getting ready to occur! I hear Dr. Whiteman saying over and over now in the receiver, “Meredith are you all right? Do you want me to send someone?” While my body kept heaving doing it’s best to purge whatever was trying to get out of my body. Heaving…and heaving…then finally…Thank the Lord! Even though it seemed that whatever was pushing out of my body was not going to fit it seemed because it didn’t seem like fluid, it felt like an huge object was trying to dislodge, but wasn’t going to be able to do so, and I would probably die just from the object getting lodged in my throat disabling me at that point to breath. But at that point I didn’t care, whatever was going to be was going to be, because even if it killed me, my soul was neither here nor there, it had itself to the point of Nirvana, live or die at this point is all the same to me right now. And that’s when the Lord comes in because that was the test for me. Which side would I take, the path of Good, praising God just for giving you life; or the path of Evil, cursing God for putting You through this in the first place, vanity. But I took neither because I learned at that point, I can’t fight what is, what was and what will always be. Oh, My Sweet Lord!
Then all of the sudden vileness came out of my mouth. Blackish, yellowish, grayish…matter came spewing out of my mouth and plopped right on the floor in front of me. While sweat was pouring down my face, ready to faint it had hurt so bad and had taken so much out of me. I had lost the phone someplace in the middle of this horrible trauma to my body. And I had plopped down, right next to this vile, maybe seven by seven inch blob, of jelly like matter. And I started to cry because I knew what it was My Dear Sweet Sistahs and Brothahs. At that moment the Lord had taken my cancer out of my body. Setting me free. I picked up the phone to hear Dr. Whiteman in a frenzy hollering my name and I said to him simply, “Whatever nastiness that was inside my temple is now purged Dr. Whiteman. The Lord has freed me from that evil. And you are more than welcomed to come by right now and scoop it up and run whatever tests you want to run on this…this…thing.” And to my surprise Dr. Whiteman said, “I and three lab techs will be over in less than thirty minutes.”
My God!
Peace! More to come…
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