The Christmas Healing :: By Geri Ungurean


Today the Lord brought to my remembrance a miracle He did for me just days before Christmas in 1986.

I had the worst pain in my head that I had ever experienced in my entire life. I know head pain because I get migraines; but this was beyond anything I had ever experienced.

The only way in which I could slightly alleviate the pain was to lie flat on my back. If I sat up even just a bit, the pain would make me literally sick, and I would cry like a child.

I had gone to my GP, and he did a full panel of blood tests. It seemed like every test known to man was done on me. My doctor was stumped but very concerned. He had brought up the possibility of an “aneurysm” because people invariable describe that as the ‘worst head pain that they ever had.’

The Hospital

My doctor felt that it was not safe for me to be at home, and he admitted me into the hospital. The doctors did a spinal tap which actually worsened the pain. It crossed my mind several times that I was going to die.

My husband was at home watching our three children, who were ages six, four and one. We had no one to watch them, so he had to be there with them.

I had been attending a small church at that time. I had been born again in 1983. I let the pastor know what was going on with me. He told me that he and two elders would be coming to the hospital to pray for me.

In early evening, the pastor and his elders came to my room. The doctors had me on so much pain medicine that my vision was affected, and the men seemed strange to me. I remember asking over and over who they were.

I also remember a nurse coming into the room while the prayer was happening. She seemed agitated and left quickly.

The Laying on of Hands

I remember that the pastor said to me that they had come to lay hands on me, anoint me with oil, and to pray for healing. They did lay hands on me and prayed for what seemed like a very long time.

They left, and I remember just lying there with tears streaming down my face. I couldn’t stop thinking about our children growing up without a mother.

The Dreams

I finally dozed off, but opened by eyes only to see the most beautiful face and eyes I had ever seen. I remember wondering if this was a dream or perhaps something else. My vision became more clear, and I realized that this was the face of my Lord and Savior Jesus!

Had I died in my sleep? Was He there to tell me that I was about to die? I was so confused, but then heard Him speak to me. I will NEVER forget what He said.

“I am here my child. Do not fear. You will be fine. Now go back to sleep.”

And then I closed my eyes and fell back to sleep, only to see again the face of Jesus and Him speaking to me – assuring me that He was right there and that I would be fine; and to sleep.

This went on throughout the night. Each time I saw His face, I felt a peace come over me that is impossible to put into words. He came to me numerous times during that night; and then morning came, and something had changed.

The Healing

I lay on the bed, so aware of the change in my condition, I thought back to His words to me that I would be fine. But my flesh still feared. I wanted to sit up. I needed to sit up – but I laid still with my spirit battling my flesh.

Finally, I did sit up. I felt dizzy but different. That incapacitating pain was gone. Then I thought that I should stand up. That took me a while, but I finally did it.

Jesus had been reassuring me all throughout the night that He was there and that I would be fine!

I called my husband and told him what had happened. He was not yet a believer, so he was very skeptical. I told him to come to the hospital. I said I was ready to leave.

He brought our three children. I could not wait to leave that place. I am pretty sure that I left AMA (against medical advice); and when the doctors attempted to make me stay, I told them that the One who created me healed me in the night.

Of course, they looked at one another with rolling eyes.  They didn’t believe it, but that didn’t matter to me.

I knew that our Lord Jesus had healed me.

We had a beautiful Christmas that year, but I think that it was my best Christmas ever. The Creator of the Universe visited me and healed me. I didn’t care who was skeptical.

I knew the truth.

“Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness” (Isaiah 41:10).

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Shalom b’Yeshua


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