Miracle at the Wound Care Clinic

One of the more common problems with being bed confined is the prevalence of decubitus ulcers – more commonly known as “bed sores”. Just a short time spent in the same position puts pressure on tissues of the body. The pressure reduces blood flow. Reduced blood flow impedes the exchange of oxygen, nutrients and removal of waste products.

All these conditions will, if not reversed, result in the death of body tissue. The death of tissue leads to open sores in the skin, which become infected and painful. People who can’t change body positions on their own are susceptible to these skin ulcers Many of the patients we see have them.

Today we transported one such patient to clinic for wound care. The office was busy. Workers hurried from room to room, moving patients around, but one woman named Kate, wasn’t moving so fast. An immobilizer on her leg made her a little slower than the rest.

Our patient wouldn’t be seen immediately, so we parked the gurney in the hall and as Kate passed by, I asked why she wore the immobilizer.

She seemed glad to have a reason to take a break and filled me in on the details. Several weeks earlier, Kate stepped off a curb and tore the supporting structures in her ankle including her Achilles tendon which detached from the heel. I asked if she had surgery. Her doctor wanted her to try the immobilizer for a few weeks before they considered surgery. 

I asked if she wanted to be healed. She asked what I had in mind. I told her about a few people that had been healed and she said she’d like to give it a try. I told her that I catch up with her while our patient was being seen by the doctor.

When the time arrived, we rolled our patient into an exam room, gave them a quick report and left them to do their thing. That gave me 20 minutes to get Kate’s foot healed.

I went to the receptionist desk, where Kate worked and told her I was ready. We walked to the staff break room to avoid drawing attention. Sometimes a crowd is appropriate for the miraculous, but in the work place, I try to respect people’s wishes for privacy.

We sat down and I explained what I do. I asked about her pain and range of motion then shared a few testimonies, including the people who’d recently been healed of a torn Achilles tendon.

I placed my hand on the immobilizer near her ankle and told her she’d probably feel either heat or tingling. I commanded spirits to heave, asked the Holy Spirit to bring His presence to touch her and commanded pain and inflammation to leave. I spoke to the ligaments, tendons, bones, nerves and blood vessels to be healed. I asked what she felt.

“You know it’s funny you mentioned tingling, because as soon as you started speaking I felt tingling on the side of my foot by your hand.”

I commanded the Achilles tendon to reattach to the heel and asked what she felt.

“Now the tingling is up in my calf, which is where the tendon is torn.”

I asked if she had any pain. She replied that it was all gone. I told her I was confident that she was completely healed and she could probably take the immobilizer off and walk without pain. She was reluctant to take it off, but she seemed to agree that she didn’t need it any more.

I told her the pain might come back and explained that God really did heal her, but the enemy might try to convince her she wasn’t healed.

“Healing is a battle. Sometimes you need to push back against the enemy. You saw what I did to get you healed, so if the pain comes back, command it to leave in the name of Jesus, like I did. Then continue to believe you’re healed.”

Kate let me take a picture of her leg and I gave her info on how to find me here. I encouraged her to keep in touch and let me know how she felt in a few days.

I was thinking today how easy it is to find people to pray with. I haven’t received a word of knowledge in months. But there are people all around us who need a healing touch or an encouraging word from God.

Anyone can do this stuff, you know. It’s not just for a few people.

It’s for everyone.

Even you.

Ortho Appointment

Vanessa sat on the gurney as the doctor examined her. He asked questions as he tested her ability to flex and extend her feet. Her tracheostomy made it hard to hear the answers. Her words came out in a muffled whisper. 

It was easier to read her lips.

She'd been brought to an orthopaedic appointment by another crew that had been held past the end of their shift and they needed to go home. We were taking over patient care. Vanessa was being seen several months after a car accident that left her severely disabled and in a lot of pain. 

The medic gave a quick report and apologized (repeatedly) for “dumping” their patient on us. There’s a lot of mistrust in EMS. Some crews do as little work as possible so when a patient is handed off to another crew, there’s always the thought that  laziness might be involved. The weary medic assured me she wouldn't be a problem.

The doctor finished his exam. Before leaving, he assured Vanessa he’d be praying for her. I love it when doctors pray.

(Now if we can only teach them how to heal their patients through prayer)

I introduced myself and Vanessa whispered her story.

I already knew a few details, having listened in during the exam. She’d been in a car accident that left her with a lot of broken bones in her arms and legs. She also had airway problems what required a tracheostomy and ventilator.

Vanessa rubbed her left wrist.

I asked if it hurt. She said it did and rated the pain at 6/10. Both wrists hurt, but the left was worse than the right. I asked if I could pray with her. 

She whispered, “Sure. I pray every day.”

I asked if she wanted God to heal her. She said she did. I told her that when I was done, her wrists wouldn’t hurt any more, because God loves to heal people and she would be healed.

So let me explain why I’m now telling people in advance that they will be healed.

I've noticed that when I have confidence (faith) in God’s desire to heal someone and when I allow that confidence to be expressed in words, it comes out as a confident declaration that they will be healed, before I lay hands on them.

My faith in God is manifest as a declaration that they will be healed. Not “maybe you’ll be healed” or “I think you can be healed”, but a confident prediction – “God will heal you.”

I’ve noticed that when I believe in my heart that God will heal someone and I speak with boldness that they’ll be healed before I begin to pray, God nearly always heals them immediately. It’s extremely rare that they are not healed.

I’ve also noticed that when I don’t have as much confidence in what God will do and I fail to speak confidently about what will happen – the results are not as good.

Now before we create a formula for healing, let's be clear about one thing - it's not my words of confidence that cause a person to be healed. It's my faith in God. If I were to make the same prediction while doubting that God would actually heal them - the results would be the same as if I'd said nothing. 

Here’s one more thing that I've noticed, and this is perhaps the most important revelation about healing that I've found in the last 6 months. (Take note of it, because it may be one of the keys to operating consistently in healing) 


I believe the Holy Spirit suggested a principle to me. I wasn't absolutely certain that it was Him, so I took the principle and began testing it to see if it was just a flaky idea or a real principle of the kingdom. It seems to be holding up under testing.  Here it is:

Once I’ve reached a certain level of faith about what God will do in any area – He expects me to operate at the same (or higher) level of faith in that area from that point in time forward.

This principle (if it is true) is full of consequences.

Once my heart and mind have been enlightened to the truth about God’s will for a specific thing, I don’t have the luxury of walking in doubt or unbelief any longer. He does His part, when I do my part. And my part is to believe that He’ll do what He’s done in the past. 

That means that when I discuss possible outcomes with a person who needs healing, I must speak as though I know what will happen before it actually happens; calling things that are not, as though they are.

So there I was in the doctor’s office, telling Vanessa that her wrists would be healed. I couldn't help but notice the surgical scars on her wrists where pins, plates and screws had been inserted to hold the broken bones in place.

“Alright Jesus, you like healing people, so let’s get her healed. Holy Spirit, bring your presence and touch her. I command pain and inflammation to leave, evil spirits to leave. Muscles, ligaments, bone, tendons, nerves and cartilage, I command you to be healed now in the name of Jesus.”

I asked what she felt. She moved her hands in circles, smiled and said. “Nothing.”

“What do you mean by ‘nothing’?”

“No pain. They feel great”, she whispered as she continued rotating her wrists to make sure she wasn’t imagining it.

“Is there any pain at all?”

“Maybe just a little in the left one”.

By now my partner was getting involved. Having been healed of neck pain two weeks ago and seeing a few patients healed since then, he told Vanessa she would be healed too.

I prayed over her left wrist a second time and the pain vanished. “Now let’s get your feet healed.”

I asked how much pain she had in her feet and checked her range of motion. The atrophy in her right leg was the greatest concern. Her left calf was twice the size of her right one. She had a limited ability to move her right foot. Her ankles hurt constantly.

I told her, “You won’t have any pain when I’m done.”

I had to believe that if God healed her wrists, He would heal her feet. I commanded her feet to be healed in the same way that I did her wrists and in a minute or two, all the pain was gone.

That’s when the doctor returned.

I told him what we’d been up to. He seemed pleased by her testimony and remarked that God’s ways are wonderful and mysterious.

On the way back to the nursing home, I prayed for her throat to be healed so they could remove her tracheostomy tube. She said that as I prayed, she felt heat coming out of my hand which was resting on her arm.

God just amazes me.

Vanessa asked for my contact information, which I gave to her as I taught her how to keep her healing. I’m looking forward to hearing from her. She lives at a nursing home we visit often. I’ll try to get a follow up report and post it here.

A few months ago, I had a dream about meeting a doctor who wanted to be healed of arthritis. He lived in Scottsdale. The office I was in today is in Scottsdale. I first visited this office shortly after having that dream. At that time, I felt that these doctors (there are several of them) might be open to learning how to heal their patients through the power of God. I plan to visit them on my day off and ask if they’re interested in learning about divine healing.

Please pray for open doors and open minds.

I’ll let you know how it goes.

Broken Ankle Healed (Testimony)

This the testimony of a woman who fractured her ankle 13 years ago in a cheerleading accident. It was repaired, but she never regained the full use of it and suffered chronic pain since then. She was healed at Bethel Church in Redding during a healing class led by Randy Clark.