Moving And Shaking With God

Saturday, September 8, 2007
MOVING AND SHAKING WITH GOD

For years I had no idea what it meant when I read the scripture about God quickening our mortal bodies. Quicken was a term that meant absolutely nothing to me until it happened to me. Presently when I look it up in the dictionary I see that it means to make alive. Another definition says it means to cause to burn more intensely. I know experientially what it means because God quickened my mortal body after I discovered that I had cancer, and He healed me. Many years ago I discovered a lump in my breast, a discovery that brought fear flooding into my mind like it does the minds of others. Yes, that was my reaction, gripping fear.The fear was actually unfounded in my case because of a dream I had previously which laid out the whole scenario. The dream had occurred several months previous to finding the lump in my breast. I wrote the dream in my dream book, assuming it was for someone else. After I woke from the dream I gave it a few minutes of prayer for whoever had the cancer, never dreaming that it was a prophetic dream about me. I should have interceded mightily.The prophetic dream of what was to come was very graphic, full of minute details. In the dream I was in a laboratory full of clear plastic containers. I was viewing the individual containers and came to a specific container which was filled with a strange looking mass. I said to a presence in the room, a presence which I could not see, "What is in this container?"The presence said to me, "That is cancer cells being healed." I said to the presence, "Put my cancer in there and heal me." That was the essence of the dream. You would think since it was so personal that I would have remembered it when I found the tumor and immediately drawn faith from it for a good outcome. I think since that was at a time when breast cancer was a death sentence for women that I simply refused to accept it as a prophetic dream and I pushed it way back into my subconscious, not wanting to believe that I was the person in the dream in need of healing. Several days after discovering the lump I remembered the dream and retrieved my dream book from the bureau and read the pertinent dream. Faith began to slowly inch its way past the fear and take up residence in my mind.After visiting my doctor, having an exam and a needle biopsy, my doctor called me and instructed me to choose a surgeon because I needed to have surgery immediately. I sensed the expediency in his voice.My husband and I discussed the matter and decided to go to a larger city which was near to us to seek a second opinion. After calling a dear friend in the city, she recommended a local surgeon, but it just didnft seem right at the time. Then she told me that she had a friend who was head administrator at one of the biggest hospitals in the city and that I should call him for a referral to another doctor.When I called the hospital administrator, he already knew about me and my dilemma from my friend, and he recommended a certain doctor in the city. An appointment was set up with the doctor, at which time I received the same chilling news from him. He instructed me to see a surgeon immediately because the tumor was large and had grown so quickly that it must be an aggressive form of cancer. I still wanted another opinion, so that doctor sent me to a surgeon who had the reputation of using alternative methods on breast cancer patients, hormones or nutritional supplements, if appropriate, before doing surgery. That sounded like the kind of doctor that I wanted in charge of my case. I was beginning to feel a little better since I didn't think I was going to need immediate surgery. An appointment with the recommended surgeon was quickly scheduled.A third doctor, the surgeon, was one with whom I felt very comfortable. He examined me, read the reports of the other doctors and viewed the mammogram report. Then he came into the exam room, asked me to dress and come into his office, bringing my husband with me. This didn't sound like good news to me.In the doctor's personal office he began to describe to my husband and me the nature of the tumor and the prognosis, that it was a fast growing form of cancer which needed a surgical biopsy and excision immediately. Then he said, with tears streaming down his face, "I will save your life." I was thinking at the time that I had only come to see him for some nutritional supplements, why was he talking about saving my life?
Okay, now I saw the seriousness of the situation. Denial finally gave way to practicality.The doctor asked if we could go immediately to the hospital, register and then be ready for surgery the next morning. We pleaded to go back to our home in a nearby town and wait until the next day for me to enter the hospital and then have the operation the following day. He agreed, but as we left his personal office he was on the phone reserving an operating room for the second day.My husband and I left his office after being stunned into silence. We drove back to our home without speaking. I had the dream for comfort, but fear was still roaring like a lion in my mind.While my husband was on the telephone informing our grown children, my parents and my siblings and his siblings about the surgery, I went back to read the dream again. The battle against fear was consuming me. The doctor's words wouldn"t leave my mind, that he was going to save my life. My dream also kept coming to mind, so I knew I had to pray intensely before entering the hospital the next day and before the surgical procedure the following day.I began to walk outside around our swimming pool and out into our yard, then back through the house, then retracing my steps, praying all the time in the Holy Spirit, singing songs that immediately were coming to mind about how God is bigger than cancer, praying, praying and praying. That's the great thing about the Holy Spirit, He never runs out of words. That went on for many hours. I assumed that my husband was praying also. After about four hours of intense praying, my body and mind were exhausted from the emotional day, so I went into the house to rest before resuming praying. I was prepared to pray all night. I reasoned that if Jesus could do it when he was walking on the earth, then I could, too. As I entered the house, I saw that my husband was asleep in front of the TV, not praying like I assumed he was doing. I knew that my prayers could be hindered if I got angry with him for not supporting me with prayer, so I woke him and told him to go on to bed. I told God, "Well, it's always been you and me, anyway" I went into our bedroom and laid on our bed to rest a minute, but continued praying in the Holy Spirit. My husband came into the bedroom, went to the library adjacent to our bedroom, sat in a recliner and began praying also. After praying a few minutes he had a mental image of a ring of fire descending over my right breast, the one with cancer. At the time I had no knowledge of his vision, but I had a sensation that our prayers joined and formed an electric arc between us. This demonstrates the truth of the scripture that says where two or three agree as touching anything that they ask, it shall be done. I began to feel very, very hot. Suddenly my body began to shake. I said to God in my mind, "Now, I'm not going to shake like some of those wild women at those Pentecostal meetings, am I?" Immediately the scripture came to my mind that said, "I will shake that which can be shaken so what cannot be shaken will remain." I've always told God that I have to have scripture to back up what He is doing because I don't want any wolves in sheep's clothing at my door. With that scripture in mind, I made the choice to yield to the power of God and shake if it was absolutely necessary. Shaking is not the word for it. Quaking more adequately describes it. I was quaking so intensely on the bed that the head of the bed was banging over and over again on the mirrored wall behind it.My husband came into the bedroom scared at what he was seeing, and he tried to hold me down in an effort to try to stop my body from shaking. He had no idea a battle was taking place in my body. I asked my husband not to stop the power of God, and he released my quaking body. Keep in mind, this was all new to us.At the same time I was shaking and quaking, my body felt like it was hot almost to the point of burning, yet I was cool to the touch. The scripture at this time came to mind, "The fervent prayers of a righteous man avails much." I suddenly knew what the word fervent means in that scripture. It means heat filled, like a blast in a furnace.Finally my body stopped shaking and quaking as suddenly as it had started. I was so thrilled with the power of God that I didn't want to move. My husband readied himself for bed, puzzled at the happenings. He hadn't had the assurances of God that I had in my mind, so he thought I had had some kind of fit. He was right in some ways, because God had given the demon of cancer fits of His anger for attacking one of God's kids, and He had shaken the demon until it left my body. I was healed as a result.I slept like a baby for the first time in many nights. When I woke the next morning I was peaceful but I could sense fear coming from my husband. While he went to his office to tell his superiors about the surgery, I called a friend who lived nearby and told her about the glorious incident. I asked her to pray against the fear that was in my husband because I didn't want it to enter into me again.My friend came to our house and was intending to pray there. She found that she couldn't pray as easily as she could at home because fear was heavy in our house. She went back to her home and began to intercede for us, like I knew she would. While waiting for the appointed time to leave for the hospital in the city, I laid on our bed, not wanting to leave the scene of the events of the previous night. The presence of absolute peace was still in the bedroom.While communing with Our Father and thanking him for the dream and the arcing of power of the Holy Spirit and the shaking and burning of the cancer from my body, the words came to me, "Today consider yourself an only child. You are in a cocoon of love with Me. Keep your mind there." Precious, precious, precious is the only way to describe His words. I was able to stay in the cocoon with Him encased in peace. We went to the city, checked into the hospital at the admitting office, and we heard a voice say, "Has Tommy Allen checked in yet?" Very few people knew we were there. We turned to see who had spoken, and a man said, "Are you Tommye?" He introduced himself as the administrator of the hospital. He told us that he was going to do everything possible to make my stay at his hospital a pleasant experience. That was only the beginning of the preferential events that occurred for an only child. When the attendant ushered us into the hospital room we saw a small bouquet of flowers on the nightstand, compliments of the hospital. My room was on the top floor of the hospital, a spacious room with a dinner table and chairs, a recliner, a gorgeous sofa and a huge bathroom. It looked like a suite, beautifully furnished and decorated. This was more of the only child treatment. It was pure luxury. I was starting to like this.The first nurse to enter the room was loving and attentive. Through a few of her casual comments we discerned that she knew about healings. She appreciated our testimony of my healing, so I told her I was there for a confirmation of the healing. Later, as I was praying again, I had a sense that the operating room would be packed with angels when I got there.The next morning I was wheeled into the pre-op room, still keeping my mind in the cocoon of love from the day before. Later when I woke in the recovery room, a nurse said, "Tommye, I thought you would like to hear the good news. The pathology report says it is benign. In fact, it says benign, benign, benign. I said to her, "God says it is benign, Jesus says it is benign and the Holy Spirit says it is benign. That"s good enough for me." She and another nurse wheeled me on a gurney back to my room, and as I passed the nurses station all of the nurses cheered me on, rejoicing at the good news. I told them that the champagne was on me.The surgeon came into the room and stated that all of the doctors were 99 percent sure that the tumor was malignant before the surgery. I told him that it was formerly malignant but that I had been healed in the meantime. The suave, confident doctor told me, "I know who to ask for prayer if I ever need it." He also told me that he had not removed all of the tumor because my body seemed to be absorbing it. He said that was unusual, so he wanted to see how fast the complete absorption took. He wanted to check on it every two weeks.That evening my only child adventure continued. In our beautifully decorated room overlooking the city with its lights twinkling in the big picture window, My husband and I were treated to a six course meal prepared and served by the hospital chef. Each course was separately wheeled from the kitchen to my room on a cart which was covered with elegant white cloths. The chef placed each individual course on the dinner table in my hospital room. He had earlier created a tasteful setting using a beautiful white tablecloth, cloth napkins, flowers and nice silverware. After serving us each course, he went back to the kitchen to prepare the next one while we ate. We feasted on gourmet appetizers, shrimp cocktail, a Caesar salad mixed by the chef in the hospital room, lobster and steak, vegetables and bread, vintage wine, and flaming bananas foster expertly prepared in the room and served with a gourmet blend of coffee. The prevailing memory I have to this day is of the perfect setting, my husband and me looking out of the window at the city with its millions of twinkling lights while the chef prepared the flaming dessert for us. It was like a scene from a movie. We reveled in luxury fit for an only child of a King. It was a night to remember. Before being released from the hospital, another doctor came to report to me about his part in the surgery. Prior to the procedure, the surgeon and I had agreed that this would be a convenient time while I was under anesthesia for a gynecologist to do a procedure that I was needing. I had not talked to the gynecologist before surgery but he came to my room after surgery to report to me his view of the happenings in the operating room.When he came to tell me about his part in the surgery, he commented that he had never been involved in an operating room where similar events ensued as they had during my surgery. He said that when the surgeon took the first slice from the tumor, the pathologist took it to the lab to test it. When the pathologist returned he remarked that it was benign. The surgeon said, "Impossible." The surgeon took another slice from another place in the tumor and sent it with the pathologist to test. The pathologist returned saying, "Benign," and shrugged his shoulders, indicating he couldn't believe it. Then the surgeon said, I"ll take one more slice," which he did, and sent it to be tested.The gynecologist, as he was enthusiastically relating the story to me, remarked, "I was trying to get out of the operating room before the last pathology report was returned because I knew how bad the prognosis was and I was sure the pathology report was going to be bad this time. When the pathologist returned and said, 'Benign,' again the operating room erupted in cheers and clapping from all of the nurses and doctors." He kept repeating that he had neither seen nor heard of that kind of demonstration of happiness in an operating room. I knew that the elation was in response to the joy of the unseen angels who were packing the room. In the car on the way home I was thanking God about the healing and the only child experience. I began to question him if maybe the tumor was not malignant, after all. As only He can lovingly state in His firm but kind way, He said, "I don't waste that much power on something that's benign." That's one of those times when I said, "Yes, sir, you are right." It only took two subsequent visits to the surgeon's office for him to check the absorption of the tumor into my body before it was completely gone. I had to restrain myself from telling him the entire story about the healing. I was impressed by God that from the doctor's perspective he already knew he had seen a miracle, but to give voice to it would cause him to begin to reason about it and experience unbelief. He needed to ponder it in his heart for a while. I loved being an only child for a day. Of course God didn't neglect any of His other children while he made me feel like an only child. He's able to make everyone feel like an only child, and he can make all of us feel that way at the same time because He is love.Thank you for allowing me to tell my exciting story about moving and shaking with God.
photo called "Gentle Pink for the Cure" from NatashaP at www.flickr.com



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