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When Nick
Lovitt was twenty-five, he broke a bone in his left foot as he tripped over a
grocery cart. It quickly developed into painful rheumatoid arthritis. If you
saw the successful |
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He shares
his story: |
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Within
forty-eight hours after I broke my left foot, gout set in. Over the next two years
as it progressed, three different doctors diagnosed my condition as
"gouty rheumatoid arthritis." The joints swelled in my left
leg--foot, toes, ankle, knee, and hip. Calcium spurs developed on the bottom
of both feet and in my left ankle and knee. |
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I was
taking three of the most powerful pain drugs available. In addition, I
swallowed thirty to forty aspirin a day, but the medication did not suppress
all my intense pain. |
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When I
stood for the first time each morning, the torturing pain felt like nails
being driven into the bottoms of my feet. The big toe on my left foot swelled
to two inches in diameter and the left ankle to fourteen inches in
circumference, twice its normal size. I couldn't walk without a cane. |
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My ability
to function in real estate was greatly impaired. I would drive my customers
to a house and let them walk through to see it themselves to save myself the
pain of standing. After two-and-one-half years of this--even while taking in
excess of eighty pills a day--I knew I could not endure the pain much longer. |
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On a
November night in 1971, I was desperate. "Lord, I cannot go on with this
pain and be a good father, husband, and provider for my family. The pain is
too much for me. I can't take it anymore. Lord Jesus, you must heal me or
take me home. Please do something," I continued, sobbing like a baby. |
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I went to
the medicine cabinet. As my wife watched in amazement, I flushed down the
commode fourteen different bottles of pills plus two thousand aspirin. I was
still sobbing and crying aloud. Then I went to bed not knowing what was going
to happen. |
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The next
morning I awoke on my back--a big switch after sleeping on my stomach for
more than two years to avoid more intense pain. Something dramatic had happened
in my body. I put my feet over the side of the bed and stood up immediately.
No pain! No pain! No pain! |
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Cautiously,
I walked out onto the tile floor. Then I ran outside, up and down the
concrete sidewalk. Still no pain! I was crying, knowing I had been completely
healed of gouty arthritis. |
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That very
day I went back to the doctor and asked him to X-ray my feet. He compared
them to previous X-rays, taken just two weeks before. He was astounded. Every
calcium spur was gone. He had only one plausible explanation: Had I passed
kidney stones--itself an excruciating ordeal? |
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"No,"
I told him pointedly, "I asked God to heal me." |
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"Medically,
it is impossible for this to happen," he responded, still studying the
two sets of X-rays. But God had performed my miracle instantly. In the
twenty-five years since, I have not had a sign of reoccurrence. |
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The
Miracle-Worker is still at work--on duty night and day. |
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From: Miracles
Happen When You Pray by Quin Sherrer, 1997, pag. 131, 133, Zondervan
Publishing House, |