It was 2006, the year when I received partial healing from the Lord and I was able to travel to nearby provinces mostly to attend our Church’s crusades with my family. One Wednesday before noon, I received a text message from a sister in Christ who was then a full-time worker in one of the outreach stations of our Church in a faraway province. She requested me to call her. Right away, I was alarmed. I knew it was important. Urgent. She was one who saw dreams and visions living a life of regular prayer and fasting.
I called and she gently but clearly told me about her dream. She dreamed a bad dream that pointed to our then 5-year-old Hannah. She interpreted the dream that we might lose our Hannah, but said that there was something we could do to cast out the fulfilment of the bad dream. She counselled that my beloved husband Felix must offer prayer and fasting for at least 5 days. My knees instantly turned to jelly. But my husband and I prayed incessantly.
The following day, Thursday, my husband didn’t waste time to go to the Fasting House in Pampanga to offer prayer and fasting.
Friday, while he was still in the fasting house, Hannah, my then caregiver Maricris, Jho (Hannah’s nanny), and I followed him there, our company driver driving us. We stayed in a nearby hotel because we were not on fast, but we went to the chapel of the fasting house to join in the praise and worship morning and evening and attend the Friday overnight service. We stayed in Pampanga until after Sunday service.
We left after that, leaving my husband behind because he wasn’t finished yet with his fasting.
Monday afternoon, Hannah developed a slight fever and colds. After dinner, her fever went up. Up into the night, her fever stayed. Around 10 at night, she started to hallucinate. She would panic and clutch at me in utter fear. She saw demons in the room, on the bed, everywhere. Her face was contorted with horror. In all my adult life, it was my first time to witness a little child gripped with so much fear. She would cry out, “They are here again! They are so many! Their teeth are very long and sharp. They are scary monsters! They are going to eat me! Help me, Mom! They say they will eat me! They are on the bed! They are all crawling!” And on it went.
She was red like a crab cooking because of her burning fever and at times, perspiration drenched her hair. We (Maricris, Jho, and me) praised and prayed non-stop. Hannah would then collapse on the bed and have a fitful sleep, but after a while, she would wake up with the scary hallucinations again. I would straddle her and Bible in my hand, I would wave it while casting out the demons with all my might in the powerful name of Jesus.
A thought flashed in my mind. If we weren’t born-again Christians yet, serving the Lord in JESUS MIRACLE CRUSADE INTERNATIONAL MINISTRY, and I was well enough to drive, I would have bundled her up in a blanket and brought her to the nearest hospital. But my thoughts and desires then were not toward the hospital but toward the only Savior and Healer, the Lord Jesus Christ. Many people, including Christians from other sects, would persecute me, us, for our decision to completely trust in God. It is our faith.
My husband wasn’t with us, he was in the Fasting House offering up prayer and fasting, and that was the best place he could be at that hour. I did not even inform him.
After on-and-off wrestling with the demons through praising, praying, and casting out, Jho said, “Ate, we can’t do this on our own. Let’s call for prayer warriors from the Pastoral House.” It was late, but the Pastoral House was open 24/7. I called and requested for workers to come. My voice was urgent.
After less than an hour, two workers arrived with a guitar. They immediately knelt beside the bed, prayed, then began praising and worshiping, entreating God for His mercy. We sang along with them. After over half an hour, they closed with another prayer, then they laid their hands on my daughter who was then sound asleep, very hot and cheeks flushed, casting out the demons of sickness.
I requested the workers to stay for the night for we were alone. They hesitated for a while but I was insistent. They slept in the guest room. I then lay beside Hannah and succumbed to much-needed sleep.
Hannah and I almost simultaneously woke up the next morning. I was awakened by the sound of praise and worship and guitar playing. It sounded like it was far away but it drifted to me and I slowly opened my eyes. Hannah opened her eyes, too. Her normal color had returned. She smiled at me. I touched her forehead, her fever was gone. I checked the time. I couldn’t believe it was near noon! My daughter and I slept so soundly and she was completely healed!
“Mom, I’m thirsty,” Hannah said. I told her to wait as I tell someone to bring her water. But she bounded out of bed, looked for her slippers, and told me, “I’ll go to the kitchen myself, Mom.”
“Are you sure?” I asked, concern in my voice.
“Yes, Mom, I’m fine,” she answered me reassuringly and then left the room. She walked out as if nothing happened the night before!
When my husband arrived from the Fasting House in Pampanga, he didn’t have a clue as to what happened for he found us smiling happily. And grateful.
ALL THE GLORY, HONOR, PRAISE, AND THANKSGIVING BELONG TO THE KING OF KINGS AND LORD OF LORDS – OUR DEAREST LORD JESUS CHRIST!
