Renungan Harian - House Of Peace

Moody Abraham

Psalms 40:5
Many, O Lord my God, are thy wonderful works, which thou hast done, and thy thoughts which are to us-ward.….if I would declare and speak of them, they are more than can be numbered.

I was born in a small village in India to Abraham K. Abraham and Aleyamma Abraham. My father named me Moody, hoping that someday I will be an evangelist like D.L Moody. Even though my father was a schoolteacher, he spent most of his time preaching to the people about the love and saving grace of Jesus Christ. My parents taught me about the love of Jesus Christ and the importance of living a life that is pleasing to Him. I knew the love of Jesus Christ and accepted him into my life when I was nine years of age. Ever since I made that decision, the devil was after me. He has tried to destroy me several times.

One day, it was a very hot summer afternoon; my parents told one of our workers to clean our open- well. The well was about thirty feet deep. The worker was emptying water, tying a bucket on the end of a long rope. He was pulling the water for a long time and because of a good spring under the well, he was not getting anywhere. I told him to tie another bucket on the other end of the rope and I will climb into the well, you pull one bucket up and I will fill the other with water. He thought that would be a good idea. I climbed into the well after talking to my father about the idea. While I was filling one bucket, somehow, the other bucket got stuck on the pulley on top. The movement of the rope made the bucket to fall on to my head. I didn’t feel the pain because of the shock. I thought everything was spinning around me. My dad climbed down on a ladder and took me out from the well. The doctor told my dad after the surgery that it does not look very good. If he makes it through a week, he will be fine. Every night my dad knelt by my hospital bed and prayed for me. After a week, Dr. Benjamin, the surgeon came to my room. He had a smile on his face. He told my dad that I would be fine. God saved me from that terrible accident.
Two years later, I got sick. I had boils all over my body, from head to toe. I was in pain I couldn’t lay down on the bed, I couldn’t bend any of my joints, I couldn’t hold anything with my fingers. My dad was in a Seminary in North India. My aunt took me to different local doctors. They gave me medicines to drink and to apply to my skin. Taking a shower was almost impossible. When I took a shower, blood started to come out of the boils. I knew how Job felt. My aunt took me to a hospital. The doctor said I have nephritis- infection of the kidneys. The doctors, husband and wife, were relatives of ours. They were kind to me. They tried everything to make me feel better. Nothing worked. I knew the end was near. My aunt, Sara, put my head on her lap and prayed and I felt the teardrops falling on me. She knew she was about to lose her nephew. I was getting weak. Someone suggested to my aunt to take me to a bigger hospital. I told her, “I don’t want to go to another hospital. I just want to go home and die peacefully in my own bed.” I didn’t have a choice. My loved ones took me to a modern hospital with all the latest medical equipment and doctors whom are trained in western hospitals. I spent almost a month in that hospital, nothing happened. While I was in the hospital, my father was studying in a Bible Seminary. He had a dream one night. He saw that I was really sick and I was saying, ‘I want to see my father before I die.’ The next morning, he left his Seminary to see me. When he came, I was really sick. He talked to the specialists. They said I would need new kidneys. My kidneys were damaged because of the infection. There was only one hospital in South India that did kidney transplant at that time. It was too far and we couldn’t afford the expensive surgery. My dad took me home and he, along with my mother and a few believers, started praying for me. God completely healed me. The devil failed to get me. Our family moved to the U.S.
God saved me several times from bad accidents. One time I was driving from Washington DC to Oklahoma with another family. It was around 2:00 A.M. We were all very tired. I went to sleep while I was driving. When I woke up, my car was already in the shoulder. I looked to the right there was a deep ditch. In a second, I would have been in the ditch along with the others. God was there to help me. I went to Ohiopyle, Pennsylvania to do rafting, in Youghiogheny river. The river runs through the mountains of Western Pennsylvania. We had fun in the rubber raft going over strong rapids all morning. Late in the afternoon, after lunch, we all decided to swim in the river. I can swim, but I am not an expert swimmer. Somehow, I got into a whirlpool. Next thing I knew, I was going around and around deep inside the river. I tried everything to come out. I knew I was trying in vain to come out. God saved me from there. God gave me an idea. Instead of trying to go up, I went down to the bottom and crawled a few feet away from the whirlpool. Once I was away from the whirlpool, I got out in no time. The devil failed again.
When my wife Lali was pregnant with our second child, she complained about pain in the backside of her stomach. I took her to the hospital. They ran some tests and couldn’t find anything. It was late in the afternoon. They took her into the operating room. Around 9:00 P.M., one of the doctors, Dr. Indu Mital came out of the surgery room. She said, “I have bad news for you. Your wife has acute pancreatitis, infection of the pancreas. She is going to die either tonight or in the next few days.” (My wife was only six months pregnant then God, through the Holy Spirit helped me in that terrible time and gave me the strength to make right decisions. I felt the comforting presence of Jesus Christ that might. Just because I insisted, they put my baby in the incubator. He was a tiny little human form. He weighed close to 1 kg. He was only big enough to fit in the palm of a hand. They kept my wife in the intensive care unit, on a life support system in one floor of St. Joseph’s Mercy Hospital in Pontiac, Michigan and my son in another floor in an incubator. There were IV stands, monitors, tubes, wires and respirators scattered throughout the room. My wife lay unconscious for days.
Dr. Khan and her team worked very hard on my son in the pediatric ICU. I believed God sent Dr. Khan and Dr. Tyagi to help us. My son, Shawn, (the name Shawn means gift from God) had all kinds of problems. My wife was unconscious for several days. One day, when I was holding her hand, she moved one of her fingers. That was the first lively sign I experienced after she went in for surgery. I asked her, “can you hear me?” She moved her finger again. I was very happy. They removed the respirator. She started to breathe by herself. The doctors were very optimistic. They said it looks like she is going to come out of this problem but she will be in a wheelchair. She will not be able to perform her everyday chores. The God I believe on, He is plenteous in mercy. He provided her strength to walk out of the hospital.
I experienced God’s love and healing when we went through sickness and sufferings. I believe that Jesus Christ died for our sins and sicknesses. Isaiah 53:5 says, “He was wounded for our transgressions, and was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.” The love and care we experience from others will only last for a short time, but God’s love is everlasting. From all these experiences I went through, I can tell you that God sometimes let us go through pain and sufferings to teach us His love and care towards us. When nobody is there to help you in your painful situations, God will be there to help you. The Bible says, “God sent his only begotten son,” Jesus Christ to save us. “He is our refuge and strength in our time of trouble.” When your friends and loved ones leave you and try to cause problems in your life, He will stay with you and comfort you. When the doctors cannot cure your sickness, He will heal you completely. When you face violent storms and difficulties, He can give you calmness and peace within you. When you say I cannot take it anymore, He is there to carry the weight for you. When people falsely accuse you, He will say I know your heart more that anyone else. When you say, I cannot trust anyone, He will be there as the greatest friend you can trust. “He will never leave you, nor forsake you.” Dear reader, would you give Jesus Christ a chance in your life? Would you ask him to come into your heart? He can take away all your problems and can give you peace and salvation. Just pray a simple prayer. “Jesus, please come into my life and forgive me from all my sins and I accept you as Lord of my life”.
When I went through all these problems, I did not know that God was preparing me to be a testimony for His glory in others lives. Whenever I get a chance I go to different churches and testify to them about the love of Jesus Christ and how He still heals people from terrible sicknesses when doctors cannot help us. God gave me opportunities to testify about His love and healing in Africa, United States, Asia, Middle East, and South America. I am not doing enough for what Jesus Christ has done for me. He saved me from eternal hell and saved me and my family from different sicknesses and problems. I just want to glorify the name of Jesus Christ for what He has done for me wherever and whenever I get a chance.
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As I rang in the New Year in January 2004, I just didn’t feel “right.” I couldn’t understand why, I mean, I ‘d graduated from one of the top universities in Florida two years prior, I was gainfully employed, and I was engaged to the only man I’ve ever loved, but I was not happy. Things weren’t right with my health. In the months prior I’d had pains, strange sensations, and sounds coming from my chest. By the New Year, I’d developed a cough that just wouldn’t go away.

I was 25 years old and thought that I was indestructible, as so many young people think before something hurts them. I believed in God at that time and accepted Jesus as my savior, but I did not necessarily have a foundation in Christ.

I went to see my doctor. After a month of x-rays and CT scans, my doctor determined I had a large mass in my chest cavity which “Could be cancer,” she said.

After a failed attempt at a needle aspiration biopsy (AKA “closed” biopsy), my PCP explained that, to help determine whether or not I had cancer, I would need to have a serious operation so that the mass could be examined.

Instead of celebrating Valentines Day 2004 with my betrothed, I was diagnosed with Stage II Non-Hodgkin’s Lymphoma. Just as the doctors had to cut open my chest to biopsy the tumor, my heart felt ripped open and exposed. My doctor told me that I had a 17 X 9 CM tumor in my chest cavity.

I was discharged after a few days at the hospital. I was in pain and had a hard time breathing as I lie in my bed that night. I began thinking about death and became scared that I would not make it to see my next birthday. In the darkness of my bedroom, tears rolled down my face and I called out to my Lord.

“Lord,” I cried, “I can’t breathe, I am in pain, and I’m scared I’m going to die–I’m not ready. Please help me to breathe and help me to get through this.” In the darkness, I felt the presence of the Holy Spirit who said, “Everything will be okay. There will be ups and downs, but you will get through this,” He promised.

My fiancée was sleeping beside me. I whispered to him that everything was going to be okay. In his sleep, he smiled and excitedly said “That’s good!” I was immediately able to breathe, the pain in my chest ceased, and I fell asleep. The next morning, I got out of bed and told my mother, with tears of joy in my eyes, about my experience.

God guided me to an Oncologist who specialized in Non-Hodgkin’s Lymphoma (he is a Christian!). I went through Chemotherapy and Radiation treatments from February until August 2004. I got sick, lost my hair, and felt tired. The radiation treatments burned my skin, but I never feared death again after that night.

My cancer has been in remission since August 2004. I am so thankful for the man God sent to me. I love and will cherish him forever for fighting the cancer with me and for making me laugh during those hard times. He took care of me in so many ways and seeing that made our relationship stronger and made me love him even more. On October 2, 2004, God saw to it that I married that fine man.

I’m glad I had cancer.

The previous statement may sound crazy to some people, but if not for cancer, my relationship with God, with my husband, and with my family and friends would not be as strong as it is now. I would not have a story of faith and courage to help someone else who is going through something similar. I know the power of prayer, and I speak with my Lord often. God loves me despite all of my faults. He loves EVERYONE. All you have to do is talk to Him, pray to Him, love Him.

God has continued to bless me and my husband. My life has changed–I know I live and breathe because God wants me to. I love life, and I am happy unlike I have ever been before. God is my Father and my best friend. He is truly great and merciful!
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Jan 25, 2005 I am diagnosed with stage IV lobular carcinoma breast cancer. Wow! I was 39 years old. Too young to go through something like that!! This past year has been a whirlwind of God’s grace, mercy, and healing power. I started with chemo, at that point the tumor was inoperable and needed to shrink before I under went surgery. The amount of prayer I received from my church, family, and other believers was absoultely overwhelming (in a good way!) I was anointed with oil and laid on of hands. (James 5:14) As strange as this may sound I knew God was going to heal me so that I would not need a mastectomy. I had a peace but yet was still scared. Satan would of wanted nothing less than for me to turn my back on God.

(John 10:10) I under went 8 treatments of chemo ( now I understand why they call you a survivor!) I had an extremely difficult time with that. Through all that God proved Himself faithful to me over and over again. Three weeks after my last round of chemo I went through another PET and CAT scan. The results read,” the hypermetabloic lesions identified in the left breast, left axilla, and the left supraclavicular region have resolved.” “There is no evidence of malignancy.” My oncologist was thrilled and quite surprised with the results. I saw the surgeon and he said that he could not do a lumpectomy because there was no lump. He leaned toward the mastectomy due to the fact of my family history and a high possibility of recurrence. He also said to do what your heart tells you. It was time to stand on the promises of God. I had memorized 26 Bible verses of life and healing. Talk about really stepping out on faith. I do not doubt God at all. James 1:6 Some may say that I read into that final report. Whose report shall I believe the report of the doctor or the report of the Lord? My radiologist thinks I do not understand the seriousness of this cancer and that I am quite ****ish to not have a mastectomy. I did go through 28 treatments of radiation. He told me that he would not be surprised if I was to have cancer again this past Christmas. (I didn’t!) One doctor believed that I would be dead in 7 months. In the human eyes and medical field it is absurd for me not to have a mastectomy. 1 Peter it says that by His stripes I am healed that doesn’t mean by his stripes I am healed only if I have a mastectomy. Yes I could still have a mastectomy and I know that Lord would be with me, but if you know without a shadow of a doubt that you heard from the Lord why put yourself through that. Some may say that this process is not complete without a mastectomy. The Word of God says, “I will not die but live and proclaim what the Lord has done.” Psalms 118:17. Also “Every Word of God is flawless, He is a sheild to those who take refuge in him. Prov.30:5 That is what faith is all about. Faith does not make sense to someone who may not believe.The Bible says to prove God. And let me tell you I will prove Him until my time here on earth is done.
I had a mammogram last week. Went back to the surgeon. There is some thickness that he says is due to the radiation. However, he wants me to do another test. I will because I know without a doubt that I am healed. He could not see anything on the ultra sound. The doctors look at me like I have 3 heads when I tell them about the healing power of my God! Don’t get me wrong I would never tell a women not to have a mastectomy. That is something between you and God. I will continue to stand on the promises of God. There are so many wonderful promises. It was time for me as a Christian to put them into practice for my life. I had another doctor tell me that most women who die of breast cancer have a strong faith. Satan will use any means to make you feel that you have not heard from the Lord and to make your faith unsettled.
I turned 40 last month. Never thought I would be so excited to be 40!
“AndI will do whatever you ask in my name, so that the Son may bring glory to the Father. You may ask me for anything in my name, and I will do it.” John 14:13-14. To God be the glory great things He has done and will continue to do!
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A true story about the author’s grandson.

On Sunday morning May 30, 2004 at three o’clock, the shrill ringing of the telephone awakened a grandmother from a deep sleep. The voice on the line asked. “Do you know a young man by the name of Eric Webb?” Cold chills over took the grandmother. She immediately sensed that something was very wrong. In a shaky voice she replied, “Yes, he is my grandson, has something happened?” He has been in a very bad accident and you need to go to the local hospital immediately.” No more information was given…

She quickly began to dress while praying that her grandson would not be hurt too severely. Eric’s grandfather had heard the phone conversation and was up and preparing to leave for the hospital as well. In a very short time, they were on their way.

Within less than a mile from their home, they saw the ambulance and police car lights flashing in the darkness. A policeman on the scene directed them to detour around the accident and provided them with some information. There was just Eric’s vehicle involved and no one else was hurt. He also said their grandson was at the hospital and a helicopter had been called to air lift him to a larger hospital in Missouri. due to the extent of his injuries.

Upon arriving at the local hospital, they were met by a nurse who escorted them to a small waiting room. She said, “The helicopter is here and the doctor is preparing him for transport, then he will be in to talk with you.” The grandmother called some friends and they arrived at the hospital soon thereafter. They waited with the grandparents in silence but joined them in prayer that God would spare their grandson’s life. They had lost his mother (their daughter) in 1997. Within minutes, the door opened and the doctor entered. He introduced himself and with a handshake began telling them the sad and horrifying extent of Eric’s critical injuries.

“We don’t hold out much hope that he will live” was the statement that rang in the ears of the grandparents for several hours. The doctor continued with his explanation in a very concerned voice. Your grandson has multiple broken bones, his brain is bleeding, both lungs have collapsed, and his face is severely damaged. If by some miracle he survives he will need a complete reconstruction of his face. He is on his way to St. John’s hospital in Springfield. Missouri. He said there is one slight ray of hope; he was fighting us when he was brought it. He is sedated now and on life support for the trip in the helicopter.

As this was a Sunday Morning, there would be many Prayers going upward for Eric.

The friends said they would call everyone to request Prayer at their respective Churches. They would also contact their Pastor and would have a special Prayer for him during the morning service.

The grandparents went home and quickly packed an overnight bag, called some out of state relatives to give them the bad news and asked for Prayer. Also a prayer Request was sent on the internet to a world wide Prayer group.

Then they were on their way to the hospital where Eric had been flown. By this time, the sun was rising in the Eastern Sky and a beautiful Lord’s Day was beginning. As they traveled the seventy miles from Harrison, Arkansas the grandparents were in constant prayer and asked for strength to face the days ahead. They both knew that it would be a miracle for Eric to recover but they also knew that “All things are possible through Christ who gives us strength.”

Upon arriving at the hospital, they went quickly to the Trauma Emergency Room and were told by the receptionist that Eric was in the Trauma ICU. Instructions were to go there and inquires could be made via the telephone beside the door of the ICU.

The grandmother picked up the phone and a nurse asked, “May I help you? “I am Eric Webb’s grandmother and we have just arrived.” She was very kind and with concern in her voice said, “We have just gotten him from the ER and I am in the process of cleaning him up a bit; just have a seat in the waiting room and I will talk with you shortly.”

The grandparents continued in silent prayer until the nurse came in. She dropped down on her knees in front of them and confirmed what the local doctor had said earlier. When asked what the prognosis was at this time, she explained; “He is in serious condition but he should live and as to what extent of damage, we’ll have to wait and see.” She then asked if we wanted to see him for a few minutes. He was in an induced coma and continued to be on life support.

The grandmother was somewhat prepared as her sister was in a similar condition from brain surgery in December. As they entered the ICU, Eric was motionless and of course all the tubes (One in each side draining fluid from his lungs, one in his head to drain blood from his brain and all the other tubes, wires, etc required for the machines that were connected to him). His face was not disfigured as much as they were prepared for. He had a broken nose, stitches in his right eye lid and several small cuts and bruises on his face. Eric’s grandfather was overcome and began to weep silently as the grandmother prayed over him asking for a healing miracle and for the stoppage of blood from his brain. They were only allowed to stay for a very few minutes and was told the time of the next visiting hours.

There were tornado warnings in the area within an hour or so following the visit and all visitors were asked to take refugee in the basement of the hospital. While there the friends that were with the grandparents in the early morning hours arrived and were asked to join them in the hospital basement. They were welcomed and supportive in giving a report of the abundance of prayers in all the local churches for Eric.

The storm passed by without spawning a tornado and all hospital visitors were allowed to return to the patient rooms or to the waiting room. Before the next visiting time (Every four hours) the Pastor and his wife were there and several of Eric’s friends.

The grandparents gave up some of their time with Eric so that all who wanted could see him and say a prayer for him. There were many Prayers for healing said for him that day..

Hospitality rooms were provided for a minimal fee. Through the help of Eric’s nurse the grandparents made reservations for the coming nights as they wanted to be near their grandson.

After the last visit with Eric that night they retired to their room. They were still much in prayer but had a more positive feeling that their grandson would make it. They had a fairly good night and were up fairly early the next morning. They had time to get something to eat before the first visiting time of the day.

The next two days were pretty much the same with little or no change in Eric. Lots of friends and relatives came to visit and Prayers were continually said on his behalf. The last visit on Tuesday night, Eric was awake and could answer some of questions. He was coming out of the induced coma and his color was improving. The grandparents visited the length of the time allowed before going to the room for the night. At approximately 11:00 P M, the telephone rang. The grandmother answered and a male voice said I am from the ICU, there is “Nothing wrong.” Eric doesn’t remember you being in to see him tonight. He would like to see you now.

They wasted no time in getting dressed and down to ICU. The life support had been removed and he was breathing on his own. The nurse stated, “He is doing well and is responding. The tubes that I didn’t remove, he did. The grandparents spent about thirty minutes with him and when he complained of pain, he was given medication to make him comfortable. When he was relaxed and going to sleep, they slipped out and went to the room for a peaceful and thankful night.

Eric continued to do improve and was taken from ICU to a regular room on Wednesday. He still had the draining tubes in his lungs and the one in his head but the fluid was slowing down as well as the blood from his brain. In the meantime, a plastic surgeon was planning to set his broken nose as it was somewhat crushed and needed to be straightened. The cuts and bruises on his face were healing rapidly. There was a noticeable healing power taking place within Eric’s broken body. He had broken ribs and both collar bones were broken with one shoulder dislocated.

Within the following two days all the tubes were removed and he was able to be sitting up in a chair. The surgery on his nose was completed without incident except he had a reaction to the anesthesia and was disoriented for most of the night following the surgery.

The next day he was able to be up in a wheel chair and be moving around in the hospital, even had a short stay outside in the sunshine.

Eric was well enough to come home exactly one week and a day from the date of his accident. The doctors were not sure just how long it would be until all the broken bones were healed but they seemed certain he would never have full use of his right arm due to the shoulder injury. The grandparents never lost faith and continued to pray for complete healing.

The follow-up visit to the doctors was remarkable with everything showing much improvement and healing better than expected. There was no time frame given as to when he would return to work, but within six weeks Eric had gone back to work. There are no noticeable scares on his face. No one would ever know his nose was broken. The doctors may not admit a Miracle but the grandparents and Eric know better. His team of doctors was wonderful but divine intervention was the ingredient that Made Eric whole again. Eric’s family will always believe a Miracle is why he is alive today.

Eric is a 23 year old handsome young man and says he his thankful every day what the Lord has done for him
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Posman adalah seorang aktor yang sudah membintangi banyak film di Indonesia. Namun ada satu kejadian dalam hidupnya yang sangat membekas dalam ingatannya dan keluarganya. Pada suatu hari Posman dan keluarganya berencana berlibur ke daerah Subang, Jawa Barat. Tetapi entah mengapa pada saat ingin pergi, Posman tidak berniat sama sekali untuk pergi. Ia merasa tidak enak perasaannya, kalau bisa ia ingin menundanya. Tetapi karena ia melihat keluarganya ingin sekali pergi jadi ia terpaksa ikut.

Sebelum berangkat untuk berlibur, Posman mengecek mobilnya semua. Mulai dari mesin, rem, dll. Semuanya beres dan tidak bermasalah. Akhirnya merekapun berangkat. Di perjalanan Posman masih merasa jengkel karena dari awal ia memang tidak berniat untuk pergi. Ia menjadi uring-uringan dijalan. Hal yang membuat ia menjadi lebih jengkel karena mereka salah keluar tol. Jadi mereka salah ambil jalan. Posman semakin jengkel karena ia disalahkan. Untuk melampiaskan kekesalanya, ia membelok-belokkan mobilnya. Walaupun semua keluarganya dibelakang sudah marah-marah namun ia tidak peduli, ia tetap menyetir dengan zig zag.

Pada saat sudah keluar dari jalan tol, akhirnya Posman mencari orang untuk menunjukkan jalan yang benar. Lalu ia bertemu dengan Asep, si penunjuk jalan. Pak Asep membawa motor didepan mobil mereka. Tiba saat dipersimpangan, tiba-tiba Pak Asep rem mendadak. Hal ini membuat Posman bingung dan langsung menginjak rem juga. Tetapi entah mengapa remnya tiba-tiba tidak berfungsi dengan baik. Karena panik Posman langsung membanting stirnya kesebelah kanan. Tanpa ia sadari mobilnya menuju kearah jurang.

Seketika canda gurau keluarganya hilang dan berganti dengan kepanikan dan teriakan minta tolong. Mereka terguling-guling dijurang sejauh 100 Meter lebih. Saat itu kematian adalah pilihan Posman dan keluarganya. Mereka semakin terperosok ke jurang. Saat itu Posman langsung berteriak dan meminta pertolongan pada Tuhan Yesus.

Akhirnya mobil berhenti berguling. Lalu Posman sadar bahwa ia masih hidup. Ia langsung mengucapkan puji syukur pada Tuhan. Walapun saat itu Posman merasa susah siap kalau ia mati saat itu, namun ia bersyukur masih dapat melihat keluarganya lagi. Semua anggota keluarga selamat, mereka hanya luka-luka kecil. Akhirnya mereka keluar dari mobil dan berusaha naik dari jurang tersebut dibantu oleh warga.

Posman yakin, bila bukan Tuhan maka tidak akan mungkin mereka selamat dari kecelakaan maut itu. jurang yang dalam dan keadaan mobil yang sudah hancur membuktikan bahwa mukjizat Tuhan itu memang ada.

Dari kejadian tersebut, Posman mendapat hikmah bahwa Tuhan Yesus ada. Ia penolong, Ia penyelamat, Dialah diatas segalanya, Dialah Juruslamat.

Kisah ini ditayangkan 7 Mei 2009 dalam acara Solusi Life di O'channel)
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“For the last four years, I have been having a lot of pain in my back, arms, legs, and neck. I could not use the stairs because I was in so much pain. The doctor told me I had arthritis and prescribed medication and could not even drive because of side effects. I could not sleep well because of the pain throughout my body. Read More...... Read More..