My
Testimony of Healing
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Greetings in the name of our Savior. I’m happy to share with you about my life and my experience. I’m Mignon Moore Snyder, wife of the pastor of Byrneville UMC. We are new in the community and are excited about the church and our new brothers and sisters. I was born and raised in a small farm village in Central Illinois. Mother, Daddy and my sister lived in a three-story home. Mother and Daddy were community leaders. They gave us a Christian standard to live by. I was a loving and compassionate child, always taught to mind my manners, respect other people and to give my best. Mother always insisted I look my best. I’ve never stopped missing them.
Psalms 91 (NJB) 1. You who live in the
secret place of Elyon, spend your nights in the shelter of Shaddai, 2.
saying to Yahweh, "My refuge, my fortress, my Elohim in whom I trust!"
3. He rescues you from the snare of the fowler set on destruction; 4. he
covers you with his pinions, you find shelter under his wings. His
constancy is shield and protection. 14. `Since he clings to me I rescue him, I raise him high, since he acknowledges my name. 15. He calls to me and I answer him: in distress I am at his side, I rescue him and bring him honour. 16. I shall satisfy him with long life, and grant him to see my salvation." I prayed about what to share with you, and I decided it would be about the one time that changed my life and my walk with Yahshua. Jackson, my husband, had a heart attack in December, 1998. It happened about midnight and he was at work. I’d shut the phone off, as I knew he’d be gone all night. At one thirty, there was a loud knock at the door that awakened me. It was a policeman, who told me, "Your husband’s in the hospital." He waited for me to dress, then he took me to the hospital. When we arrived, Jackson was in great pain. They said he was in the middle of a heart attack. Needless to say, I was in shock. He had to have a 5-way bypass the next day. He felt physically better. During his time of recovery in the hospital, I found a lump in my breast. My first thought was, "I can’t tell anyone, because I need all my focus and strength for Jackson." The tumor seemed to come up overnight, and in five days it was very visible. I decided to tell Jackson when he got home from the hospital. Of course, he sent me to the doctor immediately. All the time I was sure it was only a large benign tumor. But when the biopsy was completed, it was diagnosed as the dreaded "cancer." When the family told me that the breast would have to be removed immediately, I said, "OK, let’s get it over with." I had a real peace that only Elohim could give. My stay in the hospital was a real witness to the nurses and family. They couldn’t believe how well I was taking it. I had prayed for the peace that passes all understanding, and Elohim gave it to me. When Jackson took me home, that peace left me when we looked at each others scars. We fell in each others arms in tears. We were so hurt. The two events were too close in time for us to recover normally. We were both in trauma, shock and pain for months. I began to realize what the doctor had said: "This is one of the worst cancers. It had gone into seven lymph nodes. They removed seventeen. You must take heavy chemotherapy to live." I considered it to be poison. I would also have to take some kind of chemical for the rest of my life. It was too much. I was literally bouncing off the walls, crying for days on end -- not so much about the cancer, but about the so-called cure. How could I, a health nut, take these awful chemicals into my blood? My family wanted me to take that route. They were afraid that if I didn’t, they would lose me. So I gathered my courage, prayed, and took my first treatment. Then two weeks later, another, and in the meantime, taking three chemo tablets a day. I was sick all the time. I stopped for three weeks because my blood count was so low they couldn’t treat me. I prayed, "Yahweh, I do not believe in this treatment, but I do believe in you." So I stood in faith, quit chemotherapy and went for an alternative treatment (- confessing my faith that I would be healed). No one thought I should do this, but it was my call. There was never any doubt that I was not doing the right thing -- that Yahshua was beginning my healing. He said, "By my stripes, you are healed." I stand on that promise yet today. And three years later, I’ve never been stronger; never been more in love with my Savior. My faith has healed me, and I am forever changed. |