It was dark out in Tennessee, when my sister and I drove to the Healing Prayer Room. We both did not know what to expect. I had asked a friend if she knew anyone who knew how to pray, not just anyone, but someone who was a prayer warrior. (My sister Mary was having seizures and I wanted to get help for her.) Yes, I know of someone. she replied. "Two elderly ladies that pray. I have gone there myself." I decided to go. What could it hurt? If we didn’t like it we would just cross it off our list of things we tried.
We pulled into the parking lot of the church. I looked around and there wasn’t that many cars. When we walked in there was a lady to greet us. She had us fill out a card. I could hear music resonating from the auditorium. When I entered the room there was but a handful of people there. Soft music played by the girl on the keyboard, her angelic voice filled the almost empty room. A lady spoke. At this time we ask that you would not focus on your problems but focus on Jesus. I closed my eyes and rested, listening to the singing. I felt so peaceful I wanted to fall asleep. I had no idea how long I was sitting there.
Would you like to come to the prayer room? I heard a voice say from behind me. Yes, I replied. Would you like to go separate or together? She asked looking at my sister and I. It’s up to you Mary I said. Whatever you are comfortable with. We are coming here for her. I’d like you to go with me Mary replied.
We followed two older ladies to the prayer room. Sue was older lady in her late 60’s but was so vibrant and full of life. Doris was in her late 50’s. I’ll never forget her voice. It was so soft and peaceful. Doris asked Mary and I about our beliefs in God. Then she read some scripture. Sue read scripture verses too that came to mind. I felt surprisingly comfortable talking to them. I am here because my sister needs prayer. She is having seizures and I would like someone to pray for her. I did most of the talking. Mary would put a comment in once in awhile. It seemed like I was getting all the attention. I wasn’t wanting to talk about me. I wanted help for my sister! The ladies prayed for Mary and I that Mary would use her artistic abilities and that I would write a book to help others. I could not believe my ears! I thought to myself. How did they know that Mary was good at art? Mary hardly talked. As for me, I did horrible at English in school. My speech gives it away. How did she know that I have been told countless times to write a book.
On the ride home Mary and I talked to each other. What did you think? I asked Mary. I was so glad I went she replied. I want to go again. I felt like God had been speaking to me about the same things they prayed for. I was excited inside, I went in so discouraged about life and now I have excitement of what God is going to do through our prayers.
There is something special about Doris, and Sue praying for with us. Little did I know that there would be more then something special, something so amazing that it would be a miracle happen to me.
Next Tuesday rolled around. We were excited about going to the prayers room. Mary and I sat down and listened to the soft music and prayed. This time we both agreed that we should go in the prayer room separate. I let Mary go first. Almost a hour went by and I didn’t even seem to notice. It was my turn to go in and talk.
I would like for you to pray that I can have a baby. I went to the doctors before I was married and they said I could not have children. I got rechecked again and they said that I could not. My mind went back to 2004. I had traveled the US to the top hospitals. My body was full of cancer from my neck down. I had been to Cancer Treatment Center of America, Mayo Clinic and then I went to the University of Michigan. When I got to the UofM The doctor there said I was the wrost cancer patient he had ever seen. I was surprised how this news did not scare me when he said it. I knew only God knew my time. It was the treatment that scared me. I could hardly breath at times because of the baseball size tumor in my chest. I had tumors down my neck on my slpeen in my growing area etc. I was given about a 10% chance of success at first. It was the Chemotherapy that killed my repductive system. I went through more then any other normal cancer paitent. ………….
Doras prayed for me. She prayed a long prayer. Tears rolled down my checks. She prayed that God would speak to me. When she done the older lady Sue looked at Doras with a questioning face. “You forgot to pray for Anna to have a child.” She said. Doras looked at me and said “Anna, did you hear anything from God?” My face must have been glowing even though there was tears running down my cheeks. “Yes, I did” I said in somwhat a a surprised voice. I felt like maybe this is how Moses felt in the Bible when he saw God face to face. I was in awe. “What did he say?” Doras asked. “Faith Joy” I repiled. “What do you think this means?” Doras said. “I am going to have a baby.” I said with confidence “ and her name is going to be “Faith Joy!!”.
On, the ride home to Woodbury I told Mary with a smile on my face that I was going ot have a baby and her name was going to be Faith Joy. I couldn’t wait to get home to tell Glenn.
To be continued!!!
