God Healed My Body: A Testimony of Divine Healing and Miraculous Recovery

Hey everyone, my name is Jeromiah, and today I want to talk to you about the subject of healing. Why healing happens, how healing works, different things like that. That's not exactly what I'm going to be getting into. What I want to share with you today is just my testimony.

People can know things, hear about things, and even have evidence of things, but when you hear somebody's story of what actually has happened to them, what’s taking place, in this case what God has done, it makes a whole difference. That’s why when you see things on TV where they're selling some product or talking about some vacation experience, they don't just get a bunch of people who've read about it or looked at it themselves; they get people who have actually experienced it so that way you know beyond the shadow of a doubt something's happening.

Just to give you a little bit of background, back in 2012 or 2013, somewhere in there, I was doing a move. We were still living in Tulsa at the time, and we were moving apartments. We were moving from a second-story apartment to a first story. While we were moving some of the furniture, I got a twinge in my back, and it hurt for quite a few days. Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into a few months, and I was like, this pain is not going away. I might have pulled something. I might have done something really bad to my back.

I ended up going to doctors, and what they found was that while I may have exacerbated something while I was moving, what was actually taking place in my back was the unveiling of a deeper problem. It’s like when you go to the mechanic and you're like, "Ah, my oil's leaking," and they go and look and they're like, "Oh, there's a lot more wrong than that." What had happened was they found out that there were issues with my spinal cord. I had two discs that had fused together and bulged together, and then right underneath the two that had bulged, there were actually two that were deteriorating near my lower back. I don't remember what numbers they are—I'm not a doctor—but L4, L5, somewhere in there, I believe is what it was. I’ll have Jessica on again sometime to tell you because she’s the medically adept person; that’s not me. All I know is my back hurt. Come to find out, it wasn't just something I did during a move; it was actual bulging and deterioration in my spine.

From there, I was on different medications, anti-inflammatory meds, to try to get everything under control, to try to get the pain to stop, to try to get the pain to be bearable, but it wasn't. As time went on, things kept getting worse and worse. Because I wasn’t as active, I ballooned up in weight, got close to 400 pounds, which was not good. You’re not mobile, you’re not moving around, you’re not doing much, and when you live in excruciating pain, you really don't want to do anything anyway. You’re so demoralized, you feel so beat down.

It got to the point that even though I was just working in call centers, taking calls all day, sitting all day, the hours just sitting were excruciating. I couldn't get through one without having to take a pain med before I could even work. Pain meds on lunch, and I was just zonked out all day. Eventually, Jessica and I made the decision for me to actually quit, for her to be the primary breadwinner of the household, and I would go home and take care of the kids. At that point, our kids were little. I don’t even remember their ages right now, but they were very small, all under the age of five—five, three, and a newborn. I stayed at home, not because I was physically okay to take care of children but because it’s the only other thing we could do. Somebody had to work, somebody had to provide for those bills.

So I entered into stay-at-home dad mode. The back pain was excruciating. I couldn't sit for long periods of time. I would have to pry myself up on the couch anytime I would change a diaper. I had to learn all these different ways to bend my body and manipulate it to just be able to do normal things, pick stuff up off the floor. Even times when I needed help getting out of the bathroom because I couldn't get up to move.

I lived like that, kept seeing doctors, kept taking medicine, went from trying to do pain management and physical therapy to eventually having to get epidural injections to try to stop spasming and relieve inflammation in the back and numb things out. Those worked initially, but eventually they stopped being effective.

The last medical test that I had, I ended up doing a pretty extensive MRI, and they said, "Mr. Emanuel, the deterioration has gotten worse in your lower back. Because the epidural injections aren't working, the only thing we can really do at this point is going to be surgery just to do what we can to buy you some time and buy you some relief."

During these times, I was going through depression and anxiety. When you deal with sickness in your body, it's not just your body that suffers; you suffer mentally, in every area of your life. You're not getting out, you're not being amongst friends, you're not doing anything. It makes you feel very isolated, very alone. I remember telling my wife Jessica, "I don't want surgery. I'm willing to deal with this pain forever, but I don't want surgery. I don't want them cutting into my back. I don't know what would happen."

Around early 2015, I was at a very low point. In February 2015, I had been having a rough time with depression, different issues, and addiction. I had always been a Christian, raised in a Christian household, walking a somewhat Christian life, believing that God’s there and that I'll go to Heaven someday, but not really inviting God to be Lord of my life, actually read the word of God, or go to church. In February 2015, all that changed. I was in my house, feeling really alone, and all of a sudden I didn’t feel alone. I asked the question, "I wonder if I'm even saved anymore?" I said it audibly. I told Jessica, "I just wonder if I'm even saved anymore." She said, "Well, if you're wondering about it, then maybe you need to pray the Prayer of Salvation again." So I did, right then and there. I said, "God, I don't know if I'm saved, but I still want to go to heaven. I invite you to be Lord of my life, somebody to help me and show me what to do and help me to put this all together."

From that point, I sensed immediately in the prayer time that for the first time in years, I didn’t feel alone. I didn’t feel like I was by myself. I didn’t feel necessarily as down as I did. I'm not saying when you pray that things happen immediately—sometimes they do, sometimes they don't; we're not the one who dictates that—but what does happen is something definitely changes, no matter how big or how small.

As days turned into weeks, I kept getting into the word, listening to the word, listening to preachers. I still had the back issues, but I was walking away from mental depression and different things that were going on. Maybe a month or a month and a half later, after this whole thing of me rededicating my life, one night I was spending some time under the computer because that's what I would do. I'd sit in my office chair because it was the most comfortable chair I had, and I did a lot of computer work because I had a from-home business and stuff like that. This one night, I was listening to a worship song, and again, I'm stationed in my office chair because it’s the only comfortable place I can sit. It’s the only place that's not really hard to get out of because it's a higher chair. There's a lyric in this song I was singing. It comes to the bridge and says, "I'll stand with arms high and heart abandoned." I remember singing that while sitting in the chair, and I heard this voice inside me, which I now know is the voice of God, then I was not sure. It said, "Don't be a liar, stand up." At this point, I'm like, "You know how hard it is to stand up from a chair when you're dealing with these kinds of back problems? It takes minutes, sometimes up to 20 minutes, to get out of a chair, and eventually, I’d have to just buckle over, crawl, and find another way up."

I kept singing the song, and I heard it again, "Don't be a liar, stand up." I was like, "You know what? That may be God talking to me." So I steadied my arms as much as I could on the sides of that office chair and pushed myself up. It was the worst pain I’d ever felt. It felt like somebody shoved a knife right in my back. I'm standing up, feeling this pain, feeling this pain. I get all the way stood up and feel like I'm going to fall backward. All of a sudden, I felt like something warm was being poured out all over the top of my head. I felt it down my shoulders, in the middle of my back, my lower back, through my legs, all the way down to my feet. I was like, "Whoa, what is happening right now?" I literally looked up to make sure it wasn't leaking out of the ceiling.

That’s when I realized it was the healing power of God. As I'm sitting there worshiping and standing straight up for the first time in quite a while, all my back pain was gone. The issues in my legs, being able to walk, being able to move, it was gone. I was really freaked out because I was like, "What has just happened here?" When I was in that moment, I wasn't pressing into God trying to get my healing. I wasn't focusing on scriptures trying to get healing. I wasn't doing any of that. I was just worshiping, just spending time with God. That’s the thing: when you draw near to God, He draws near to you. When you get in His presence, He gives His presence right back.

It was really bizarre. The next morning, I woke up with no pain. I was like, "Okay, this is weird. Maybe this is temporary. Maybe something's just happened here." Day two, no pain. Day three, no pain. Day four, no pain. On and on and on. I’m here to tell you right now that would have been about March 2015, maybe April. Right now, when I'm writing this, it’s July 2024, and since that time, I’ve had no pain in my back. It’s completely gone. Still, no pain in my legs, no nerve issues, no shooting pain, nothing. It’s been completely gone. Doctors didn't understand it. I didn't understand it. But it’s the healing power of God, God's goodness. That’s the thing. A lot of people will go trying to find a way to get better, but He has one, and it’s available right now.

You may say, "Jeromiah, I’m reading this. I’m going through something. I'm having issues with my eyes. I'm having issues with my back just like you. I'm having issues with my leg." Some of you out there reading this, you may have even lost limbs or digits, things like that, causing you to be imbalanced and have different issues. But I'm here to tell you, what God did for my back, He'll do for any part of your body. The word of God says that He’s no respecter of persons, meaning He doesn't heal me because He loves me more than you. He didn't heal me because I'm called to minister the gospel. He didn't do any of that because of who I am. It’s because of what He’s done. The word of God also says in First Peter 2:24 that by Jesus' stripes that He took when He went to the cross, we’re healed.

See, that’s one thing I want to get across to you today. Whether you don't believe in God, are a strong believer, or are even a seasoned minister, the healing of a person's body has nothing to do with how much they love or know God. It only has to do with the fact that Jesus already paid for all of humanity to be healed when He died on that cross. He died for every person that was there, every person that was coming, and every child yet to be born. There is healing for any problem any person could have in their body, saved or unsaved.

So what I'm inviting you to do right now is what I did: just believe that God is good. He’s not mad at you. He didn't put anything on your body because He’s mad at you. He’s not allowing anything on your body just because of what you’ve done or what sins you’ve committed. Jesus has already died to heal any problem you have with your body.

So I want to pray for you right now:

“Father God, in the name of Jesus, I thank you for your healing power. As I've shared from your word, Jesus, you died on a cross to heal us from whatever is on our bodies, whatever could come into it, whatever could be a problem with it. You’ve already paid the price for that healing. So, Father, we freely receive your healing power to work right now for whoever’s reading this in Jesus' name. Thank you that your word will not come back void. What I'm praying will happen. People will be able to see again, hear again, walk again, run again. Just like you did with my body, God, you're going to do with their bodies. They can experience freedom from pain, freedom from addiction, freedom from depression, anything going on. Because, Jesus, you did not discriminate what you died for. Father God, I thank you. The person reading this, I decree unto you in Jesus' name, you are healed right now. Satan, I command you to take your hands off their bodies and their lives in Jesus' name. Amen.”

If you read this, share it. If it touched you, share it. If you experienced a healing testimony, get a hold of me. Let me know about it, not because I'm trying to keep track of what kind of miracles we've had—there will be miracles—I just want to know how God’s touched your life and how to tell you where to go from here with it. Thank you so much for taking the time to read my testimony. I know this is longer than I normally post, but it’s worth it. I can spend hours telling you my testimony and my back, and I might do that again from time to time, maybe share this again. I want you to know, no matter where you are, something very important: you're significant. God has a plan for your life, and He’s not mad at you. He loves you. He sent His only Son to die just for you. Again, share this if it blessed you. Thank you so much for reading, and I look forward to hearing your testimonies. Have a great day, and remember, some of us are called to preach to a few, some of us are called to reach many, but we're all called to reach somebody.

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