I found myself standing toe-to-toe with the dreadful
and life-stealing “C” word. The very same word and type that attacked my grandpa and eventually took the life of
my uncle. Not only had multiple clinicians felt its lump in my abdomen—a lump
that had been causing me pain for the past several months and could be visibly
seen by looking at my belly—but also, it had shown its face in my colon on a
recent CT scan. And with a size of 5.4
cm (about the size of an egg), it meant business.
Images from my CT scan. Notice the mass in my colon as indicated by the red outlines.
Although I’ve always had great faith, my foundation
shook with the implications of this battle and the potential losing consequences
(like having half of my colon removed and all the other horrible outcomes a frantic
internet search can reveal). Right when I needed it most, the Lord reached down
in the middle of my weakness and inoculated me with a fresh portion of faith. I
was going through my electronic medical records trying to find the results of
the current CT scan when I stumbled across results from another battle with the
“C” word a year and a half ago. While in all appearances, it seemed that I had
lost some ground in that particular battle (I had to have a hysterectomy because
of an orange-size tumor in my uterus), turns out when they removed my uterus,
the tumor was already gone. You can read
about this amazing story in my previous blog The
Devil Comes to Steal, Kill, and Destroy. Just knowing that God had
healed me from the “C” word once before was all I needed to take down this generational
giant before me now.
After gathering a small group of prayer warriors, my
husband, daughter, and I went to war. Practicing what I preach, I fought just like
I explain how in my short book Subject
Your Flesh. For a whole week, I made constant healing proclamations, declared
scriptures over myself, commanded my body to come under subjection to my
God-given authority over it, and rebuked the disease and doubt. I did all of this out loud and not in my mind
so that my own ears (and the devil’s) would hear it. After all, the Bible says
that faith comes by hearing.
The big day finally arrived. It was time to obtain
biopsies of the mass so that we would know what type and stage we were dealing
with and how much of my colon would have to be removed. Yes, I was a bit apprehensive,
but I had a peace that I cannot even begin to explain. When I woke up from the colonoscopy,
all I can remember is someone leaning over my bed, telling me they couldn’t
find anything. I immediately broke into sobs and thanked Jesus. God had miraculously
healed me once again, and I intended to praise Him for it no matter who was
listening.
Photos from my colonoscopy of the spot where the mass was seen on the CT scan. Notice there is NO tumor and the tissue is healthy looking with NO indications of its previous presence whatsoever.
As all of this amazing story transpired, I often used the
scripture about deep calling to deep. The spirit deep inside me called out for the deep things of God and petitioned for healing in the deep parts of my body. Every time that doubt
came creeping around, I would say aloud “deep calls to deep,” as my heart attempted
to dial up the Lord’s. Although I used this scripture a lot (like a gazillion
times), I told no one. However, the Lord knew, and He sent me two different people
who said they saw a vision of a great wall of water ready to wash over me. I immediately
knew what God was confirming through them. When the enemy came in like a flood,
the Lord rose up like a tsunami. He took what was meant for my harm and used it
for my good. And when my heart cried out to His, His waves swept over me, washing
away all my iniquity and cleansing me. When my deep called out to His deep, He
answered with healing.
Deep calls to deep in the roar of your waterfalls;
all your waves and breakers have swept over me.
Psalm 42:7 NIV
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