My Story of Keeping Hope During My Mother’s Passing
Earlier this year, in late January, my mother was admitted to the hospital. She had a cough, but she couldn’t cough and she couldn’t swallow her food when she ate, so my dad brought her in to see what was wrong. The hospital put a tube in her to get all the phlegm out of her lungs, and they attached some type of food bag to her so that she can have food in her system as they ran more tests. My dad called me to let me know. My sister flew home to see her, and she stayed for some days. I was trying not to be nervous that this could be anything, that my mother wouldn’t get better. I believed that tube would come out and that she would be fine. That’s where I put my faith, and I was sticking to it. I didn’t even really cry or worry or bother going home because I believed she would get better. There were talks in our family group text that she may have lung cancer. I rebuked it in Jesus’ name right away, declared healing, and said that she didn’t have cancer, that we don’t have ...