His Magnificent Healing Love: Part 2

Written by Maria Sainz

The Sunday before my surgery a woman in our church approached me. With love and intensity in her eyes she exclaimed, “I received a scripture in the middle of the night for you!”

I was overwhelmed the Lord would put me on the heart of another believer in such a specific and personal way.

“The scripture I received was in Mark 11 where Jesus was teaching the disciples and he cursed the fig tree at the root and commanded it to wither and die,” she said. “I believe in praying the Word over a person.” Then, she gently placed her warm hands on my abdomen and with authoritative words said, “In the name of Jesus I curse you at the root and command this mass to wither up and die.”

The pain I was experiencing in my lower back left almost immediately. God’s comfort enveloped me.

The following Tuesday, I was wheeled into the OR at 7 a.m. for what would be a three-hour surgery.

Less than two and a half hours later I was in the recovery room. As I opened my eyes the room was spinning. I noticed the doctor approaching. I felt his confidence in his firm grasp, “You did great! There was no cancer and we didn’t remove any organs.”

I could only express my gratitude by squeezing his hand and with a hoarse throaty whisper. “Thank you.”

Afterwards, Rick told me the surgeon met him in the waiting area to tell him there was no cancer. But not only that, the doctor had a perplexed look on his face, and told Rick that he’d never seen a mass look like the one he found inside me.

“It was the most unusual and ugly color. It was as if it was severed at the root, lost it’s blood supply, and was dying.”
Without knowing it, the doctor confirmed what the Lord had already done. God’s amazing love was beyond my comprehension. When, my husband greeted me in my hospital room, I sensed his relief. He gently kissed my forehead. My vision still blurred, I could barely see Rick’s sister and niece standing at the end of my bed. I gathered my strength and with slurred words blurted out,

“Jesus is soooooo good!”

While the scar on my belly isn’t pretty, it will always be a reminder of the magnificent love God has for me. Not only did He spare me from destruction but gave me healing and new life.