Cancer Gone -- Praise Report! - UBM [David Eells]

{Isa.26:9} With my soul have I desired thee in the night; yea, with my spirit within me will I seek thee earnestly: for when thy judgments are in the earth, the inhabitants of the world learn righteousness.

I've been trying to stand in faith as I battled skin cancer for the past almost three years and kept wavering and falling back. I did cave out of fear and go to a dermatologist to have the lesions and cancer removed. (I knew they were caused by my hatred, years ago, for a particular person, because the Lord had shown me that.) Then, since I didn't pass that test, it came back, even though I told the dermatologist that I knew what had caused the cancer, had repented and would never need to see her again. She thought I was a lunatic, but, whatever...

Yesterday, a really big ole juicy fly got into the house and was dive-bombing me as I worked on editing the chapter, "Imagination Working Through Faith". (A coincidence? I think not.) After a few minutes of aggravation, I went and got the fly swatter and chased it, swatting and missing it over and over. Then I stopped and I asked, "Lord, give me that fly!" Well, the fly immediately flew into the bathroom and I ran over to shut us both in, thinking the confined space would make it easier to get it. Nope. Not really. (There's a reason I was never on a sports team in school.) I asked the Lord again to give me the fly and it landed in the corner of the crown molding around the tub and just sat there, probably laughing at me. I got in the tub where I could (barely) reach it and managed to only tap the fly, but it fell down directly into the drain! Amazing! I ran the water to help send him into compost land. And then I went back to editing.

Later, as I was going to shower, I felt all over my scalp again (did that a lot, feeling and looking for cancer spots). Every time I found one, I would tell myself, "No, it's just a pimple", but believe me, the cancer hurts. There's no way to mix it up with a pimple. And so I got the hydrogen peroxide to put on the "pimple". (You ladies know that's the classic thing to do to clear them up.) And then, out of the blue, I stopped for a moment (that's not something Debbie does; Debbie usually bulls on ahead; it's my gift) and thought about the Lord and how He gave me the fly. I thought about how first I chased it around, to no avail, and then when He made it go into the bathroom, how I still had to swat at it multiple times. I thought about how when all I did was barely tap the fly, the Lord made it fall straight into the drain. Hmmm...

So I told the Lord that I did trust Him. (<--Done that a lot.) I told the Lord that I understood I might not receive my healing right away and that it was like when I was swatting uselessly at that fly. All my flailing around was useless. And I told Him that I knew He knew the game I was playing by putting hydrogen peroxide on my "pimples" over and over, but to please forgive me. It's not being all the way in the rest yet, but I just couldn't stop myself. I'm the oldest of six and was sooo used to being responsible for them as I was growing up that it's still with me. And then I poured some hydrogen peroxide on a cotton ball and started feeling on my scalp with my other hand to find the cancer and play my pretend game again. I felt and felt and felt and felt. NOTHING WAS THERE -- I AM HEALED! {Psa.37:10} For yet a little while, and the wicked shall not be: Yea, thou shalt diligently consider his place, and he shall not be.

I felt my scalp over and over yesterday and this morning. I keep doing it. It's wonderful! God is wonderful! I'm far from being any paragon of faith but my healing is manifested anyway. Oh, glory to God!

{Heb.11:6} And without faith it is impossible to be well-pleasing unto him; for he that cometh to God must believe that he is, and that he is a rewarder of them that seek after him.

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