When I was one year old, I was supposed to die. When I was born, there was something wrong with my neck that the doctors couldn’t fix, and it was inevitable that with the passage of time, the condition would have eventually twisted my neck and I would die. The doctor knew there was nothing he could do to change it.
Five months, three times a week my mother took me for treatments to temporarily relieve my pain. But the doctor was so sure there wasn’t anything that could be done to correct it, he only charged my folks for six treatments even though he administered somewhere between 50 and 60.
My parents didn’t know the Lord. My mother’s cousin didn’t know the Lord either, but she’d heard about the Foursquare Church in Long Beach, California. She’d heard that at that church, Jesus healed people, and she wrote down what was wrong with me and took this note to the church. There she found somebody and asked, “There’s a little baby that’s dying, and I brought this note. Will you pray for this baby?”The people said, “We will.” They brought it into the Wednesday night prayer meeting of that church.
The next day, my parents began to notice that things had changed. My mother’s cousin had told her she’d taken a prayer request over to the church. Within the next few days, the doctor said, “This baby is well. There is nothing wrong with him.” And not only did the doctor declare me well, he refused to take the money from my parents for the few payments he was going to charge, because, he said, “I had nothing to do with the healing of this baby. This has to have been something God did.”
This story can be found on Jack Hayford’s Blog at https://www.jackhayford.org/teaching/articles/my-personal-testimony-of-healing