I'm 38 years old and I have been going through life thinking my testimony was one thing when in fact it was another. I feel as though the enemy tried to steal my joy the day I received Christ as my Savior. I've been sharing that I became a Christian when I was 12 years old and that I accepted Christ as my Savior at a Christian camp run through my church growing up. I guess it was all a blur especially when your 9. Here's the real testimony...
I was 9 years old and I was experiencing stomach cramps. A family friend who happened to be a doctor was visiting at our house checked me out and thought it was just perhaps something I ate and not to worry about it.
A month later I woke up one morning and again was experiencing stomach cramps. This time I told my Mom and she decided to take me to the doctor's office. Right before we were about to leave I had thrown up and my Mom asked if I still wanted to go, I said yes!
Dr. Medlicot felt my stomach looking for an inflamed appendix. Dr. Medlicot right away said that I need to get to the hospital as soon as possible. My Mom then took me to the hospital into Emergency and the doctors were there waiting for my arrival. My Mom had to leave to take care of the rest of the kids (four brothers and sisters) as they were coming home for lunch.
There I was all alone laying on a hospital bed not knowing anyone who was there with me. The doctors right away checked me out and decided quickly that they needed to operate. As an eleven your old kid I was afraid because of this procedure and the necessity to operate right away. The severity of appendicitis back in 1978 was not taken lightly. Apparently my appendix was hidden behind some other organs and that is why it was not detected a month earlier. The doctors knew they had to operate right away before my appendix burst. I found out later that if I had waited the appendix would have burst and filled my stomach with toxins and that I may have died at that point because of the lack of knowledge in the medical field at that time.
While laying in the hospital all alone that's when I made one of the biggest decisions of my life, I was going to accept Jesus as my Savior. I then prayed the sinners prayer and accepted Jesus into my heart and asked Jesus to protect me while the doctors were getting ready to operate and to help me to not be afraid.
The next thing I knew I was waking up with my Mom standing next to me and a big smile on my face. She asked me "were you not afraid, and why the big smile on your face", I then told her that I accepted Jesus as my Savior and He said everything was going to be alright and that was why I was happy. Even while I was in the hospital my recovery was very quick because the next day I was ordering a big roast beef lunch... even though it was hospital food I certainly didn't loose my appetite.
As I've been seeking God in Andrea's healing I then realized that Jesus healed me that day of Appendicitis... WOW!