THE TESTIMONY OF GLACIA ROBINSON

Testimony

Acquainted with the intensity of life’s trails, I was gravely ill for
the period of five and a half (5 1/2) years. Riddled by the bullets of
isolation; I became a stranger to the face of the sun. The hospitals
in Jamaica WI and USA were a second home for me. Abandoned by my once
successful life of ministry and music, stripped of the gift of my
independence, totally helpless my health rapidly declined and felt as
though I was dead but alive to watch.

Exhausting the medical resources in Jamaica W.I. I moved from one
hospital to another and tried various medicines, I did countless tests
and yet all results were negative. Consequently the doctors were
unable to diagnose my condition. The effects of the mean sickness made
me so weak, unable to walk on my own. I was confined to the assistance
of a wheel chair.

I became as one imprisoned, stitched to the confines of one too many
hospital beds. My body was a heated battle ground; knuckled beneath
the lash of agony’s whip; like a cruel scavenger, the sharp teeth of
pain mauled my existence. It got to the point where I was incontinent
and dependent on disposable diapers (Pampers). Plagued by symptoms
such as, uncontrollable vomiting; ravenous seizures; internal
bleeding; hemorrhaging; fainting spells and countless falls; diarrhea;
sky rocketing fevers; swellings excruciating pain and other
unmentionables. The shadow of death mirrored my every move. I remember
when all my veins collapsed and the doctors persistently probed my
limp body for hours, in search of just one vein, but inevitably they
had to resort to odd ports, to fuel my sustenance.

Insistently grave, my condition took me to some of the lowest moments
I’ve experienced in my entire life. It got to the point where I could
not even digest water. My body weight plummeted to less than 90
pounds. (A size zero was too big for me I was skin and bones). There
were days when I could no longer count from one to ten, my hair fell
out, and my skin broke out in hives. I felt like I was literally out
of my mind, at times even the recollection of my own name was distant.
My doctors told me my organs were functioning at the rate of a
seven-year-old child. My eyes reclined into scrawny sockets, my tongue
draped from my head, my speech hobbled with a drawl. My bones, joints
and muscles sagged beneath the weight and the presence of a pain that
I could not escape. I seemed as one stricken with old age, and I could
not be left alone. All nutrients were given through intravenous
methods. But the constancy of my mother’s care was tantamount to my
recovery, as she was forced to relinquish her job and other daily
duties in order to supervise my care.

Days turned into weeks, weeks into months and months turned into
years… 5 and ½ years. Still, I laid bare in the hands of rescue, as
this illness limited my wisdom to the prejudice of its own council.
Trapped by its cruel dictates, which tried to ravish the potency of my
dreams and silence the rhythm of my existence and the hope that I
breathed. Sufficed by the loan of oxygen, with sleepless nights in the
intensive care units and often guarded by the patrol of heart
monitors, and a loyal net- work of wires, ticking electronic devices,
fierce cables, intravenous lines, a barrage of uncomfortable tests and
a million injections, militant tubes were drilled into my nostrils to
collect the steady stream of bleeding inside of me. But despite the
wide spread rumors of my death and the fact that people even called my
house to ask the time of my funeral. And even though I lost every
thing that I had; and although so called religious leaders said they
were…“Tired of praying and if God’s going to take me He should just
take me”… I knew it was not over for me, because God’s purpose for my
life was not yet complete. And even when my body would shut down and
even though the doctors told me that there was nothing more that they
could do for me. I continued to hold on to the word of God, which
says…

“I SHALL NOT DIE BUT LIVE TO DECLARE THE WORKS OF THE LORD.” Psalm 118:17

There is Life is the Word!
There is Healing in the Word!
There is Hope in the Word!
There is Deliverance in the Word!
THE WORD OF GOD!

I knew God’s plan and purpose for my life was not even partially
complete. And so I BELIEVED that God would raise me up and restore my
body. Within the absence of fear, perseverance and determination
fueled my limp frame and saturated my spirit. I knew I was in a battle
and so I had to fight and remain resolute in my belief. I fought for
the fulfillment of God’s destiny and contended for the fruition of his
promises in my life. Even in my lowest moments I believed in the power
of God and trusted that He was going to come through for me,
irrespective of how dismal it seemed in the physical.

My Deliverance:
So, as the prayers of the saints all over the world went up to the
Lord as a memorial on my behalf. The strong support of my grand
mother- Sarah Harper, my mother-Norah Harper (Pam), my sister- Alicia
South, my big cousin-Myrna Mc Namee & the entire family, my close
friends all ferried me through this desert phase. God in His time
answered and extended His hand to crush the hand of the enemy and
silence the edit pronounced against my existence. The powerful name of
Jesus broke the spirit of witchcraft and the curse of death that was
over my life!

And one faithful Friday night…my mom brought me straight from the
hospital to church; The Temple of Restoration 515 Dean Street Brooklyn
New York. There, God was pleased to use the committed, anointed and
humble Pastors and servants. He heeded the beckon of His name as they
called upon Him, on my behalf; to usher in the complete manifestation
of my healing deliverance. And through a series of fervent deliverance
prayers; resolute faith, sheer determination and perseverance; and in
what seemed to be gazillion manifestation sessions… The savage demons,
which were assigned to kill me; all admitted defeat to the powerful
name of Jesus! Jesus broke the curse of death and witchcraft from over
my life! And today, this assignment is utterly destroyed!

My organs had no choice but to listen to the voice of its creator.
Gods’ voice commanded the normality of function. My bones became
strengthened, my blood became purified, my skin and digestive system
and organs surrendered in agreement to the work on the cross. BY HIS
STRIPES I AM ETERNALLY HEALED!

My entire being is now transformed and renewed. I don’t need the
assistance of a wheelchair anymore. I don’t need heart monitors
anymore; I don’t need feeding tubes; I do not need those pampers or
medications anymore! I can eat and digest anything I desire. I am
jumping and leaping and praising God. All the symptoms and the source
of this illness are eternally rebuked. An undoubtedly, the plan of the
enemy has been destroyed!

My remarkable recovery is a testament of God’s miraculous power.
Indeed we serve a God of second, third and even fourth chances. In His
mercy He has drafted me into the sphere of new beginnings!

Healing is the children’s’ bread!
I know what it is to start over…
Because it’s not over until God says so! I am a survivor; an over
comer, and by His grace, I’m more than a conqueror! It is from this
place of gratitude to God that I sing today. He has given me a new
Life…He has given me another day and another chance… He has given me
another chance to feast on the breath of freedom…to be in the land of
the living, and to become one with the purpose and destiny he has
ordained for my life! I SHALL NOT DIE BUT LIVE… TO DECLARE THE WORKS
OF THE LORD! HALLELUJAH!

So friends, what ever challenges you are confronting today; please
know that the power of God is infinite. And with Him, NOTHING IS
IMPOSSIBLE! I speak to you as one who has been raised from the dead;
and I know that if He did it for me; He will also do it for you.
Continue to believe and not doubt; have faith in Him; call upon His
name; and He will bring you out!

His has an amazing plan for your lives…surrender to Him completely,
and He will dispel the presence of your cares, your worries, misery
and all your strife. He wants to manifest His promises for you…look to
him today and He will take you through.
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