A Real Testimony of Healing! Doctors discovered a tumor, but after prayer and faith in God, it was gone. This is a true miracle and proof of God's power! Watch to the end and strengthen your faith.
One day, I felt unwell and decided to go to the hospital for tests. The results showed a growth. Of course, I became a little discouraged, but then I decided to fight this condition. I called my daughter, went to her, and she took me for additional examinations.
At church, the sisters recommended that I watch videos about the healing of a man of God. I found them and began watching. Starting on June 22, while I was staying with my daughter and undergoing MRI, CT, and other examinations, I listened to sermons by the man of God for two months. I listened carefully to everything he said and tried to do everything like a disciple: checking, feeling, and observing my condition.
For those two months, I listened to sermons every day and followed the instructions: I went for walks and enjoyed life. We went to the Kyiv Sea, swam, and visited Pushcha-Vodytsia. I enjoyed life, rejoiced, and danced. I am a professional choreographer; I sing, play the guitar, and praised the Lord. I listened to these sermons day and night—literally, constantly. The children slept, while I listened and felt myself coming alive.
Although we continued undergoing examinations, at one point I thought, “Wait, why am I only listening to sermons? I need to find out where they are held.” I began asking for information and learned when the services took place. That Saturday, my daughter brought me to the service.
In the morning, before leaving, I got ready and felt the tumor—it had already become smaller. I had been listening to sermons for two months. Hallelujah! Especially when they spoke about the laying on of hands: I would place my hand on the screen, then on the affected area, and feel everything disappearing, burning up, and being reduced to ashes.
My daughter told me, “Mom, ask for only what needs to be reduced to ashes to be burned up.” And I replied, “That is exactly what I am asking for.” And you know, that was not all that happened. The arm I previously could not lift because of a fracture began to rise. Now I can even tie my hair back, although I used to wear a short haircut all the time. It is a miracle.
On Saturday, as I was going to the service, I felt it again—the tumor had become even smaller; only a small area remained. During the service, everyone prayed, and the Holy Spirit touched me powerfully: I trembled and cried. When I returned home to Novye Petrovtsy that evening and went to get ready again, I felt for it—and found nothing. It was gone.
I came out of the bathroom and told my daughter, whose name is Marta, “It’s gone.” Tears streamed down my face, and I could barely speak. And I thanked the Lord. It is gone forever.
