My Healing Testimony (I have never shared the full story before)

If you’ve been around He Speaks, I Write for a while, you’ve probably heard me mention my healing journey a couple of times.

A reference in an email. A revelation in a blog post.

But I’ve never sat down to tell you the whole story – until now.

I could no longer ignore God nudging me to share it in full. Yes, as a way to continue walking in my healing and freedom.

“And they triumphed over him by the blood of the Lamb and by the word of their testimony.”
Revelation 12:11 NIV

I’m also sharing this testimony so God gets the glory He deserves and it lifts your faith for whatever you’re believing for.

Because if He did it for me, I believe He’ll do it for you too.

Before I continue…if you’d prefer to watch and not read, you can do that here.

The diagnosis

It started with ongoing fatigue and some thinning around my hairline.

My GP was thorough enough to notice something unusual in my white blood cell count and she referred me to a rheumatologist. After running his own tests, he told me he believed I had systemic lupus.

I was in shock – and in denial.

The only reference point I had for lupus was Selena Gomez, and I knew she’d struggled significantly with it. But as a Christian who genuinely believed abundant health was my inheritance, I wasn’t willing to accept this diagnosis.

So I rejected it, refused medication and kept going with my life.

What I didn’t realise then was that rejecting a diagnosis is one thing – knowing how to continually take spiritual authority over it is another. And I was about to find out the hard way.

When things got worse

Over the next year, the symptoms I’d been ignoring became impossible to ignore.

On a missions trip in 2019, I noticed pain in my ankles, wrists and elbows. People around me prayed and the pain would ease temporarily, only to then return. I put it down to the extra physical demands of the trip. But a few months later, the joint pain had spread. My fingers became inflamed. The fatigue worsened. And I could no longer pretend these things weren’t connected.

I went back to the rheumatologist, and he confirmed again – systemic lupus.

This time, I agreed to go on medication and tried to keep living my life – work, church, friends, all of it. But about three months in, the symptoms got bad enough that I had to stop working. And when I could barely get from my bedroom to the living room of my small one-bedroom unit without crawling, I knew I couldn’t keep living alone.

So I moved back in with my parents.

Then COVID hit. With a compromised immune system, I couldn’t leave the house except for doctor’s appointments. Some days it was just about getting through each hour. I’d tell myself, “I can get through the next hour. The Lord is my strength. His grace is sufficient.”

“My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.”
Psalm 73:26 NIV

Then in 2020, I was rushed to hospital during a severe flare. The doctors weren’t sure what they were dealing with (they even suspected COVID) so I was isolated in a room alone with barely any visitors. It was terrifyingly lonely – and it takes a lot for me to feel lonely.

Eventually a specialist confirmed it was a lupus flare. And to bring it under control, they put me on high-dose steroids on top of the medication I was already taking.

The side effects were intense. I experienced what they call “moon face”, insomnia, acne and weight redistributing in ways that meant I barely recognised myself in the mirror.

Oh, and I lost my hair.

It felt like I was living in someone else’s body. But I knew God was with me in all of it.

The inner battle

Being that isolated forced me into conversations with God I may not have had otherwise.

I couldn’t work, serve at church or even see friends. COVID and sickness had taken away the last of what I could do outside the house. Most days, it was just me and the Lord. And while that sounds peaceful in theory, it was tough.

There were tears. There were hard questions. And moments where I had to choose: would I blame God for this, or would I trust Him through it?

I chose to trust Him. But I had to keep choosing to, sometimes hour by hour.

“But blessed is the one who trusts in the Lord, whose confidence is in him. They will be like a tree planted by the water that sends out its roots by the stream. It does not fear when heat comes; its leaves are always green. It has no worries in a year of drought and never fails to bear fruit.”

Jeremiah 17:7-8

What that season did, though, was strip away something I hadn’t realised I’d built part of my identity on – what I could do. God used that time to show me who I was, not what I produced. And that was a gift I didn’t ask for but clearly needed.

I also had to be fiercely intentional about protecting my mind. I’d heard that depression was common among people with lupus. But I chose to disagree – I wouldn’t let depression take hold of my mind. Scriptures I’d memorised became a weapon (Ephesians 6:17). Even on days when it physically hurt to open my Bible, I could speak the Word of God from memory over myself.

I still had hope in Christ. Even in the hardest moments, that hope didn’t leave.

The turning point

In 2024, someone sent me a video of Apostle Kathryn Krick ministering. I watched people receive complete healing and freedom from demonic oppression – and then share testimonies of staying healed and free.

I already believed God moved in power. But I hadn’t seen it at this scale before.

So I kept watching, listening to her teachings and learning not just how to receive healing, but how to walk in it and maintain it. And then God challenged me.

I heard him tell me to go to her next conference. In Dubai (I know, right?!).

My first response was to negotiate. “Surely she’ll come to Sydney soon!” I said (and she did).

But God was clear – He wanted me to go right then. So I obeyed. And thankfully, a friend got so excited when I told her about it that she came with me. God is so kind like that.

I came back from Dubai full of faith and telling everyone I was healed. But the symptoms didn’t disappear immediately. What I’d learned, though, was that things happen in the spirit before they manifest in the physical.

So I kept walking by faith. I kept declaring the truth and rejecting the enemy’s attempts to get my agreement with sickness again. And I started slowly introducing the foods I couldn’t eat before.

But then God challenged me on something. He said that if I truly believed I was healed, I needed to stop tiptoeing back into the foods I’d removed from my diet.

“For we live by faith, not by sight.”
2 Corinthians 5:7 NIV

So I took His challenge seriously. And I sat down and ate a full bowl of spaghetti bolognese – gluten, meat and all. Foods I hadn’t touched in around five years.

I declared my healing before I ate and thanked God throughout. From that day, the joint pain that had lingered for years was gone. Praise God!

The kidney attack and second fight

Just when I thought it was all behind me, the second half of 2025 brought a new battle.

In the weeks before the joint pain fully lifted, my kidneys had come under attack. The foods I’d been slowly reintroducing were affecting them, and fluid began building in the lower half of my body. My kidneys were functioning at less than 50%. I didn’t realise what was happening at first, but I knew something wasn’t right.

When I found out, I wasn’t shaken.

I was frustrated, yes. But I knew this was spiritual.

“No weapon forged against you will prevail, and you will refute every tongue that accuses you.”
Isaiah 54:17 NIV

I was serving God in a greater capacity than I ever had before. And got was about to call me to more – the enemy was throwing his intimidating tactics. So even with heavy, swollen legs, I kept showing up. I kept serving with joy and receiving God’s grace and strength to do it.

The doctors put me on high-dose steroids again (much higher than before!) plus four or five other medications. Every time I took them, something in me wrestled with it. And I say that because I now understand it was my spirit. My spirit knew this wasn’t meant to be my path.

But this time, I was equipped like I hadn’t been before. I knew I could use my words to reject the side effects. So when nurses warned me that I wouldn’t sleep well on the steroids, I said, “No, I will sleep.” And I did. Not perfectly, but nothing like the insomnia I’d experienced the first time. The moon face didn’t return the way it had before either.

I also had a new boldness in those appointments. I sat across from the kidney specialist and tell him plainly that Jesus had healed me and that the death he was speaking over my kidneys wouldn’t happen. He didn’t know what to do with what I said. But I believed my testimony was also a seed being planted in him.

Stopping the medication

As 2025 came to an end, I kept seeking God for direction. I knew I’d received my healing in the spirit. But I also knew there was an action of faith I hadn’t yet taken.

As mentioned, I sensed the medication I was taking wasn’t part of God’s plan for my healing. And while I know God can use medicine – and I’m not prescribing anything for anyone else’s journey – I just knew it wasn’t for me.

Then I heard the Holy Spirit’s voice clearly to stop taking all of it.

Not taper off gradually, the way doctors advise when you’ve been on long-term medication. Complete cold turkey.

That went against every piece of medical wisdom I’d received. But I’d learned by now that God’s wisdom doesn’t always make sense to the human mind. And that I’d rather obey God and see Him come through. So I said yes.

Do not be wise in your own eyes; fear the Lord and shun evil. This will bring health to your body and nourishment to your bones.

Proverbs 3:7-8 NIV

I stopped all medication at once and nothing happened (in the best possible way). No negative reactions. No setbacks. Instantly, I experienced a new level of peace, freedom and lightness. Within days, I noticed a visible improvement in my body. These signs told me I’d done exactly what I was supposed to do.

A week or two later, God gently instructed me to throw out the remaining medication. So I did. And with that came another wave of joy and freedom.

Then came the doctor’s appointment.

The kidney specialist looked at my results and paused. “Wow,” he said. “There’s a big jump in improvement.” He assumed it was the medication working and asked if I was happy to continue. When I told him I’d stopped taking everything, he looked at the results and then back at me, in complete silence.

“This is amazing,” he said. “I’ve never seen anything like this before.”

And I reminded him that I’d told him Jesus had healed me. That I’d known it in the spirit before I’d seen it in the physical. He didn’t fully understand what I was saying. But he heard it, and that was enough.

“But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was on him, and by his wounds we are healed.”
Isaiah 53:5 NIV

What I learned about walking by faith

Looking back, there are things I wish I’d known at the start of this journey. But I also believe God took what the enemy intended for harm and used it for my good – to strengthen my faith and grow my spiritual maturity.

Here’s what I’ve learned.

#1 Faith requires action.

The Bible says faith without works is dead (James 2:26). I’d known that scripture for years. But I didn’t fully understand what it looked like in practice – until I ate that bowl of spaghetti bolognese. Walking in your miracle sometimes means doing what you couldn’t do before, without waiting to feel ready first.

#2 Your words matter more than you realise.

Somewhere along the way, I’d come into agreement with sickness through my language without even noticing. Saying “I have lupus” rather than “I’ve been diagnosed with lupus” was agreement dressed up as accuracy. Once I understood the power of my words, I became far more intentional about what came out of my mouth.

“The tongue has the power of life and death, and those who love it will eat its fruit.”
Proverbs 18:21 NIV

#3 Things happen in the spirit before they manifest physically.

When I came back from Dubai and the symptoms hadn’t immediately disappeared, I could have concluded nothing had happened. But I’d learned to hold onto what God had done in the spirit, even when my body wasn’t yet reflecting it.

#4 Submitting to God and resisting the devil are two sides of the same coin.

James 4:7 says to submit to God, resist the devil and he will flee. I learned to do both – not just declare my healing, but actively reject every symptom and lie the enemy tried to bring back. Recognising his schemes made all the difference.

#5 Positioning yourself under the anointing accelerates everything.

Going to Dubai (and other events) was an act of obedience and surrender. But it was also positioning myself where God’s power was moving. The anointing destroys the yoke (Isaiah 10:27) – and being in that environment shifted something in the spirit that I carried home with me.

You can receive your miracle healing too

If you’re believing for healing right now, this testimony isn’t just mine to keep.

Revelation 19:10 tells us that the testimony of Jesus is the spirit of prophecy. What that means is what God has done, He can do again. My story is a prophetic declaration over yours.

So before you close this post, I want to pray for you.

I speak complete healing over your body. Every yoke of sickness and infirmity, I break it off you right now, in the name of Jesus. I cancel every doctor’s diagnosis and every word curse spoken over you in Jesus’ name.

Where sickness has entered through generational curses, it must break off your life now. All sickness must leave and never return in Jesus’ name. I speak restoration and strength to your body and declare that by the stripes of Jesus Christ, you are healed (Isaiah 53:5).

I release the anointing to you now. Receive your healing. Receive your freedom. Receive the peace of God that surpasses all understanding. In Jesus’ mighty name. Amen.