All my life, thanks to the Lord, I have really enjoyed the favor of good health until about two and a half years ago when I started to have several episodes of Atrial Fibrillation. I learned that I was in control of most things in my life, but I was not in control of my heart rate, so it was a great lesson. After a trip to the emergency room and a hospitalization, the cardiologist had put me on a very high power rhythm-regulating drug to see if the Atrial Fibrillation could be controlled with medication. It did work, and my heart went into the proper rhythm. The only problem was that the medication was very powerful and had serious side effects, that made me very uncomfortable. But every time I would go during those two years, for a three and six month check up, the doctor would say, “Oh, you’re doing fine. Just keep on the medication, you will probably be on this for the rest of your life.”
In the meantime I was continually getting the message from the Lord that my heart was really fine, and that it was truly a “trial” Fibrillation, spelled the same way: a T-R-I-A-L . And I thought, “Ummm..that’s pretty interesting.” I had this sense in my spirit that I really did not need the medication, and that I was healed.
But the problem was how do I convince the doctor and the cardiologist to take me off this medication? I’m not really very bold when it comers to telling the doctor what to do, and I thought if I mentioned it, he may not like that and say, “You just listen to me.”
So before my next visit, which was back in September/October, I asked the Lord to prepare the doctor’s heart and to give me the courage to speak up. The Lord always does immeasurably more than what He promised. When I saw the doctor, he looked over my records and asked me how I was doing. I nodded, after which he said, “I would like to see you go off that medication. How about if we cut the dosage in half and you come back in a month? Wear the halter monitor and see how you’re doing on half a dose, and then we’ll go from there.” I just kind of smiled and thought”Oh boy, God!.” So, the Sunday before the monitor test, Pastor Scott had prayed for anyone who had upcoming medical tests. I stood up. Someone came over and wanted to pray with me. I told them about my upcoming test which was going to confirm a healing that had already taken place. The person looked at me and said, “Well that’s great!” As she prayed, the monitor recorded a regular heart rhythm, and in my heart, (no pun intended) I said, “Alleluia, Praise the Lord! Good job, God” I think the Holy Spirit really did work in the doctor’s heart.
