In my last Q&A session, someone asked whether I had witnessed any miracles and if I could share any of my experiences. Over the years, in my service as a healer and a reader, I have seen many. It is hard to know where to begin, but I will share a few:
Tracheostomy:
I was attending to a young boy who was near death because of head trauma from a car accident. His chances of survival were bleak, and the doctors prepared the family for the worst. Despite the odds, I felt compelled to continue visiting him to pray for his healing. The surgical team had performed a tracheostomy and scheduled a procedure to remove it. A couple of days before the surgery, a nurse walked in and found the tracheostomy tube lying beside him in bed. There was no bleeding, and upon examination, the surgeons said that the tube had been removed with surgical precision.
Healing:
When I was about fourteen, I went with my grandmother to visit distant relatives. There was an older gentleman I had never met before, but I immediately liked his warmth. He spoke about the pain in his back and said that it was affecting his ability to walk. He felt sad about being deprived of his favourite daily walks and believed his health was deteriorating as a result. I suddenly said, “I can give you healing.” He was the head of a local church and a firm believer. My grandmother encouraged him to let me pray for him to humour a child. We went to the back of the room, he sat down, and I placed my hands on his shoulders and prayed. I prayed from the bottom of my heart. I wanted him to get better and felt determined to help in any way I could. Later, I forgot all about the moment and returned to playing at the beach with my friends.
Some time afterwards, I heard my grandmother tell my aunts that the man had been speaking about me to others. He said that after my prayers, he had been able to walk without pain and without his cane. I must emphasise that I never saw myself as the healer. This was a miracle from God.
Surgical procedure:
A young woman came to see me at church for healing. She was deeply distressed, and all I could do was pray for her and hope that healing would come. She visited me a few times, and on her last visit, she told me she had recently met with her oncologist about a tumour she had never mentioned to me. He asked her whether she had undergone surgery to remove it. She said no. He was astonished and told her that there was no sign of the tumour and that removing it would have required a very complex surgical procedure.
Although each of these experiences is fascinating and miraculous, the common element in every case is love. I do what I do out of love for the people I meet, for God, and for His blessed angels. The greatest miracle is love itself, the very essence of life and our most profound connection to Spirit.
