Healing Testimonies
The next 3 days were agonizing and stressful. We had everyone praying for my son.
I was not looking at my face when I stood in the mirror but rather the scriptures which I meditated on.
I begged God to not abandon me and not ignore my cry for help and to heal me. And then happens the big miracle.
One night we were dressing my legs… I was screaming, crying, praying “to get through this, I can’t take this.”
"Mom, Mom, there is that white, kind Man who was with me all the time in the hospital... That was the last time I saw Jesus."
My name is Madison, I'm 14 years old, and this is my story—a story of brokenness, redemption, and the relentless love of God.
So, I kept praying but nothing happened. I prayed, I asked, and I did research.
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