Almost 2 years ago my blood work was returned with the reading of a low thyroid level, hypothyroidism. My doctor, who is a wonderful doctor and a Christian, informed me that I needed to begin taking medication. He said it was a common condition in many people as they get older (Great!), and it was not curable and that I would be taking this medication for the rest of my life, so although I put up a protest about taking the medication, I took it anyway because of the doctor’s diagnosis and the results of the lab work, BUT at the same time, I also began confessing healing scriptures from the Bible over myself and building my faith.
My church, Living Word Family Church, hosted Len and Cathy Mink one weekend, and at our Sunday night service, they called anyone in the congregation who needed healing to come to the front of the church for prayer. I was one of those who went forward and knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that my thyroid was completely normal after that service. I stopped taking the medication.
Fast forward to my next doctor visit over a year later. The doctor looked over my chart and asked if I was still taking my thyroid medication. Now, I seriously thought about lying at this point; shame on me, I know. When I answered, “No”, there was a slight hesitation, a concerned look at me and then of course the question, “Why not?”. And after telling him that I didn’t need it anymore because I was healed, he filled out an order for new blood work to be done. When he handed me the order, he also asked if I was going to be devastated if the blood work showed my thyroid levels to be abnormal, and I replied, “Not at all because it doesn’t matter what those results say, the Word says, “I am healed”.
Yesterday I was back in the doctor’s office to go over my results, and upon entering the room, he states, “Well young lady (which I LOVED, by the way), not only have you lost weight since I last saw you (again, which I LOVED), but everything is normal, including your thyroid level, and that’s awesome!”. My response was a hearty, “Thank you Jesus and Praise the Lord!” along with a huge smile. It also spurred quite a conversation between myself and the doctor.
This is MY testimony of what happened to ME. It is not a story to tell everyone to stop taking medications, but if you’d like to hear more details, I would be happy to share more with you because yes, there is a Great Physician, our Jehovah-rapha, and by His wounds on the cross, we were healed; the Bible tells me so. To God be dominion forever and ever and all praise and glory to Him.
