Health Crisis – My Sin Almost Killed Me

What if every other cure failed—but His Word still worked?

Could you believe that?

I didn’t—until I had no choice.

When your body stops responding, when every supplement, every antibiotic, every herbal remedy makes you feel unbearably worse… and you can’t even sip chamomile tea without your throat and chest tightening, you fear there is no chance to heal.

And pray to God, as your true and only hope.

When God’s Word Became My Only Remedy

Not long ago, I went through one of the most critical health crises of my life. I had large intestinal worms, an H. pylori infection, liver, kidney, thyroid, adrenal and pancreas struggles, and a resulting stomach ulcer. It got so bad that I could hardly eat, barely 300 to 400 calories a day. I couldn’t take antibiotics, couldn’t tolerate herbal treatments or supplements. Even chamomile tea would make me break out in a rash, my chest tighten and breathing hard, and my throat close up.

My body was overwhelmed. The heat, the itching, the panic—it all made me feel like I was suffocating inside my own skin. And to make matters worse, I had an ear, jaw and tooth infections at the same time. Every system in my body seemed to be breaking down.

For three long weeks, it was terrifying. And then… God stepped in.

Without medication. Without the hospital. Without anything manmade—my body began to heal. Slowly, steadily, miraculously. over the following 4 months.

And that’s why I’m sharing this. Because what God did in my heart through this crisis was even more miraculous than what He did in my body.

When the Word Became My Medicine

Proverbs 4:22 says that God’s Word “is health to all your flesh.”

In Hebrew, that word health can also mean medicine.

And that’s exactly what it became for me.

When my body couldn’t tolerate anything else, I had to face one question head-on:

Was God’s Word really enough?

I’ve been a Christian for years. I knew the Scriptures, believed them—at least in part. But I still had those places I avoided. The verses I skimmed past because they convicted me too deeply. The truths I thought applied to someone else.

Until my body broke down completely, I could still distract myself. I could close the Bible and go about my day. But when you’re lying in bed, too weak to move, staring at what feels like the end of your life—there’s nowhere left to run.

That’s when I heard the Holy Spirit whisper:
“Are you ready to do it My way now?”

And I said yes.

Fighting the Flesh

Even then, it wasn’t easy.

Old thoughts would rise up: “This isn’t for you. It won’t work. The Bible was written for people in the past, God speaking to a past generation, not you, crazy.”

But I told those voices to shut up: both to my flesh and whatever demonic voice was trying to keep me in unbelief.

James says our flesh is “enmity against God.” It naturally hates the things of God. So I had to take authority and say:

“Shut up. This is my only hope. I will believe God’s Word over my feelings.”

And I prayed, “Lord, I believe; help my unbelief.”

Then I started proclaiming the Word over myself—aloud, as truth, as life, as medicine. I spoke it like vitamins for my spirit:

“I receive this as real. As fact. As reality. Not just a theory or a religion. Let Your life, Your Word, Jesus, fill my body and my mind as You promised.”

And slowly, so gently, healing began.

A Slow, Saving Miracle

Healing wasn’t instant. God knew if He healed me overnight, I’d run off like one of the nine lepers who never returned to thank Him.

So instead, He let the healing come in waves.

Within three days, my ear infection disappeared—completely.

My histamine reactions started fading. I could tolerate a strict diet, but could eat again.

My strength began returning.

And all I’d been taking was water, minerals, and electrolytes. Nothing strong enough to kill worms, H. pylori, or an infection and so many other ailments. But God’s Word was strong enough.

The Hard Truth I Learned

When I was at my weakest, I finally saw how deeply my heart could rebel against God—even as a believer. I realized how easily we deceive ourselves into self-righteousness, thinking we’d never be like those Israelites who built an idol while Moses was on the mountain.

But we are.

I am.

And until God stripped everything else away, I didn’t see it.

Friend, don’t wait until you’re lying on a bathroom floor in pain and despair to surrender. Don’t wait until your body, or your life, forces you into the deep pit where God is your only option.

Deal with your heart now. Let His Word be your medicine now.

God Still Heals

Even today, in 2025, God still does miracles. He’s the same yesterday, today, and forever. The only thing that blocks His power is our unbelief.

Jesus couldn’t do many miracles in His hometown, not because He lacked power, but because of the hardness of their hearts.

So pray against doubt. Cast it out.

Let the Holy Spirit tenderize those hardened places.

Because no matter how far gone you are, no matter if you’re already planning your funeral as I was, it’s not too late.

We serve a God who still heals, still delivers, still resurrects.

And when everything else fails—His Word still stands.

God bless you.