Spiritual Side Lisa Jisa

Isaiah 43:12 says, “I have revealed and saved and proclaimed — I, and not some foreign god among you. You are my witnesses,” declares the Lord, “that I am God.”

One definition of the word witness is “one who can give a firsthand account of something seen, heard, or experienced.”

After the Lord met Saul on the road to Damascus and he was blinded by the bright light from heaven, a man named Ananias prayed for Saul’s sight to be restored and then told him God had chosen him. “You will be His witness to all men of what you have seen and heard” (Acts 22:15).

Saul’s name was changed to Paul and he became a very influential leader in the early church. He was inspired to write what amounts to nearly half of the New Testament, and his witness still encourages people to this day.

Listening to a personal account of an event can have a profound impact on those who hear it. I’d like to share with you a firsthand account of a recent incident.

My daughter was in a dinner theater production a few weeks ago. Shortly before the show began, I noticed hives all over her neck. Molly has a serious nut allergy, and nuts as well as finger food made with nut butter were being served.

Although Molly had not touched the food, it is quite possible that she touched a doorknob or a pen that someone else had touched after eating nuts. Perhaps so much nut dust in the air was too much for her system.

After the first song, Molly came over to my table, visibly shaken. She asked for Benadryl. I gave her some and began to mentally recall the scary close calls we have had in the past when Benadryl didn’t even make a difference.

There was a break after the next song, and Molly came back to my table to tell me she felt awful. I whisked her to the bathroom, where we grabbed my friend Marian to pray with us. It was a desperate prayer for healing. “Lord, we need You to touch Molly’s body and bring immediate healing, and may You be glorified through it.”

Molly was able to compose herself after a few minutes and thought she could go back out for the next scene. I was well aware from past experience that this could go one of two ways — she would either throw up violently and pass out, or I would need to call 911 and get the Epi-pen ready due to rapid swelling of her face and throat.

As I watched Molly singing, her body seemed to relax and her strength amazingly came back. I could hear her voice getting clearer. After another song, she walked by my table and grinned.

The magnitude of the healing that took place in Molly’s body didn’t really sink in until we got home. It was nothing short of a miracle. Yes, a miracle.

Later that night, Molly posted about the incident on Facebook. She told of the hives, not feeling well, and how we had prayed with her.

And then she said this: “My energy was back and I felt fine during the entire rest of the show. True, I did also have some allergy medicine, but you always hear people saying that miracles don’t happen in America as much as they do in other places. I think part of that problem is because we don’t realize when miracles really do happen. Thank you mum and Mrs. Pease, but thank you Jesus! You are good and Your love endures forever.”

May your faith be strengthened after hearing this witness of the Lord’s faithfulness, and may your eyes be opened to the miracles all around. Please feel free to share your stories with me — I’d be so encouraged.

• Lisa Jisa and her family have been residents of Ahwatukee Foothills since 2000. She can be reached at lisa.jisa@gmail.com.

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