PARKINSON'S DISEASE SURVIVOR
My name is Lynne Gilmore. Until a few years ago, I traveled with my
husband Ron, to China, Singapore, South Korea, Japan, and Inner
Mongolia. We ministered, one-on-one, to people we met on Ron's job
assignments, especially in mainland China.
Eight years earlier, I slipped and fell down my cellar stairs . I hit
my head in the fall, and as a result, developed a brain injury.
There was no evidence of any damage until a year later. One day I
noticed a tremor in my hand. As it became worse, I went to see a
neurologist to have it checked out. I was given the news that no one
ever wants to hear. The doctor said to me, you are suffering with
Parkinson's disease, for which there is no cure. The disease
progressed through the next several years, stealing my ability to do
things, such as peeling vegetables, washing my own hair, walking and
balancing right. My handwriting becoming so small, it became unreadable.
I was told that there was no cure and I would eventually die. I
didn't receive this diagnosis, although I knew the doctors were going
by their suspicions, for there was no specific test for Parkinson's
disease. Doctors say that people do not get healed from Parkinson's
disease. I was told there was no such thing as remission for this
disease. I told all the doctors that God would heal me and raise me
up from this disease. I believed this with all my heart. All I had
to stand on was the word of God and the faithfulness that the Lord had
always shown me.
God had already healed me of cancer six years before, and he saved my
life from a chemical imbalance, due to depression. Due to an
accident, in which the retina's of both eyes had been damaged, I had
lost a large portion of my eyesight. God restored my eyesight, which
is perfect now.
I could go on and on as to what I have been healed of. There is
documentation to prove all of these things. The shaking and rigidity
was so intense, I couldn't ride in a car anymore. The pain was
unbelievable. My body shook so hard, sometimes I just wanted to
scream. My muscles became so rigid I could hardly move at times.
There was terrible pain in my hands, arms, legs and in my internal
organs. I lost 60 pounds and could hardly eat or sleep. I had been
taking medication, but it became less and less effective. I knew
only God could pull me back to life now. I fought, with what was left
of my determination, to stay on Earth.
If I had died at that time, it would have been a joy to go home and be
with Jesus, but I had to fight to stay on the earth. I knew Jesus had
more work for me to do. I wasn't finished here yet, so I had to
continue to fight for my life.
When I got up in the morning, there was so much pain in my legs, I
could hardly get out of bed and stand on them. The pain was almost
unbearable, but I never took any pain medication. My fingers were
bent and twisted. Exhaustion was setting in, as I only slept about
three hours each night. I became so ill, I nearly died. That was
when the Lord, in his compassion, literally picked me up and carried
me because I had become so weak & wracked with pain, I could no longer
function. I would call out to Jesus in my pain, Lord, where are you
in all of this? I know you love me and you promised never to leave or
forsake me, but where are you? Jesus was always there, but there are
times in a life, when you don't always feel his presence. Those are
the tough times and you just have to believe his Word and stay close
to him. Remember, he loved us enough to die for us.
Sometimes I would cry because of the pain, physical and mental. I
know, from experience, that when things look blackest, we are usually
right in the center of his will. I didn't know it could hurt so much
to be in the center of his will. Jesus had given my husband a song to
write for me called Don't Lose Hope, Trust in Jesus. I knew I
couldn't glorify Jesus if I died, so I continued to fight the battle
for my life.
Through all of this time, I never confessed anything but the word of
God over my circumstances and this disease. It was very difficult to
do that when my body was screaming in pain. I learned from Jesus that
you cannot go on what you see or feel when fighting a physical disease.
If you do, you'll say the wrong words and they will defeat you and
your prayers. One of the scriptures I clung to was Jeremiah 30:17. I
will restore health to you and heal you of your wounds, says the Lord.
I confessed, with my mouth, many, many scriptures on healing. Just
saying them isn't enough. You have to believe them and you have to
know in your spirit man, that you believe and trust Jesus to raise you
up, even off a deathbed.
In March of 1997, healing started manifesting in my body. Within one
month's time, Jesus had restored everything to me that the devil had
stolen. My body, handwriting, balance, and my voice were all
restored. There was no sign of shaking or rigidity of muscles, and
most of all, there was NO PAIN. My memory was totally renewed, and
for the first time in several years, I could sleep at night again.
Glory to God!
People are amazed when they see the picture of me taken when I was so
ill, and my appearance now. I look like two different women. I now
do prophetic writings, I oil paint, sing, and I play the piano and
keyboard.
Most important of all, I share this testimony with people I come in
contact with. Hurting people, some of which have lost their hope and
faith. Many do not understand that God is not the one behind death
and sickness.
The word "terminal illness" doesn't mean fear to me. The worst thing
that could happen to me, would be to graduate from this life, and go
to be with Jesus. How I could rejoice over that. How can I believe
that God would heal me, you ask? Because I dared to believe my God
and his Word �?read Psalm 91. This I also stood on his word and
believed for my healing. God honored my stand and graciously
returned, to me, my whole life!
God is no respecter of persons. What he did for me, he will do for you.
If you don't know him as Savior and Lord, ask him to come into your
heart today, forgive your sins, and save you. If you are his child,
just believe what his Word says. Jesus wants to heal you.
God is the same today as he was centuries ago. Healing has always
been the cry of God's heart as he went forth and healed all who were
afflicted with sickness and disease. Jesus healed this child and I
give him all the glory and praise for it. He will heal you, too, if
you will only believe and trust in him. The Lord told me that when
his glory comes upon a person, no sickness or disease can stand before
him. For the glory of God will disintegrate any disease or sickness
in it's path.
I am currently taking a small amount of medication for maintenance
purposes. I am curently doing everything I could do three years ago
and more. Praise God for his mighty hand of love and healing.
If you are battling a raging disease, DON'T LOSE HOPE! The only way
God can't help you, is for you to give up. DON'T GIVE UP!!!!!!! The
Lord said he chose to heal me, with time, so that it would be a
"springboard of hope" for others, but it would not be a "Zap" healing.
He would walk through this illness with me. I would learn how to walk
through this radical disease, so that I would be able to share things
that he taught me during this time with others. I learned first hand,
when the doctor says, "you are terminally ill", just speak the name of
Jesus, believe in him, and HANG ON!
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