First I thought that I might be in shock or maybe I am numb, but either way the pain was gone. In one minute, the demonic attack that was crippling me and the pain from my son's death vanished. My eyes were clear. I said to my girls, "My pain is gone. Is yours?" I remember how excited we were. It was so instantaneous that our hands were still raised. All I prayed was that sentence. He could have been doing anything He wanted to, but He chose in that moment to be my healer. Does this God of mine love me or what?
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