Molly

"I've been healed."

 

Two strangers meeting by chance. 

 

"Oh really?"

 

"Yes. In November I was very sick, went to the ER, was admitted to the hospital. After numerous scans, jabs, biopsies (lung), I was told I had cancer. It was already in my liver and several other places. It was pressing up against my lungs making it very painful and difficult to breathe."

 

She continued...

 

"I'm a believer. My family is full of believers. My son put me on a prayer chain list. The doctors were telling me one thing and I was saying another. No, I don't have cancer. My son told them to hold off on their diagnosis for just a bit until the last test results were in hand. No, I don't have cancer."

 

She spoke this not as a matter of denial, but as a matter of faith.

 

She's telling me this like a good southern lady would tell a really good story, calm and matter of fact, keeping her voice low. 

Mind you, ALL tests said otherwise. All tests said she had cancer and it had metastasized.

 

Until that last test. 

 

Nothing. Nothing was found.

 

They tested her lymph nodes. No cancer.

 

She was poked, prodded, scanned, again. 

 

Nothing. 

 

Not one spot.

 

She asked them, "Aren't you going to check my lymph nodes or something again?" 

 

"No Molly, we are not. Your blood work is clear. Your scans are completely clear. We can't explain it."

 

In November she was given a death sentence. By December she was completely free of cancer. 

 

This is her testimony:

 

"I believe we are living in the last days. I also believe in the last days miracles will increase. I am a miracle. My life is a miracle. I have been healed."

 

It will soon be time for her six-month checkup. 

 

If God will do this for Molly, and he did, He will surely do it for others. 

 

The audacity of faith.