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Testimony of Genie Marshall
On the night of Saturday, July 28, 2007,
I had a dream. On Sunday, I was reminded of the dream, and my husband
said, “Maybe we ought to write it down”. The dream was very real and vivid
to my recall. And this is what I dreamt:
I was driving down a very narrow and windy back road with very tall trees
on each side of the road. I was going downward on the road and I was
looking for my husband, not knowing where he was. The road came to an end
and there were tall trees in front of me. At that time I felt the presence
of my husband with me though I didn’t see him. I looked to the left of me
and I saw just a portion of a stone building with steps. I saw a woman
dressed in a suit and with papers in her arms. I asked her “Could you
please tell me where I am? I am lost and I’m looking for my husband.” It
was as though she didn’t hear me or see me – she kept walking. Suddenly,
the stone building turned into a portion of a brick building, and the
double doors of the brick building were open. There was a young girl on a
cot lying on her side with a grey sleeveless shirt on. Beyond her were
many bundles like people lying on many cots. I asked this young girl, “Do
you know where I am? I am lost and I am looking for my husband.” As it was
with the first woman, this girl seemed not to have heard me or seen me.
Then suddenly my head was on a huge bare shoulder and I knew I was being
embraced. He spoke to me in a penetrating voice, “They have gone through
the ‘Wind’ and the ‘Fire’, and you also will experience the ‘Wind’ and the
‘Fire’. I will take you through.”
As I relayed these words to John, my husband, the Lord impressed us to
look up ‘Wind’ and ‘Fire’ in the Bible, which spoke of the ‘Fire of
Affliction’ and ‘Wind of Adversity’.
On Monday morning, July 30, we gathered in our living room with our prayer
partner as was our custom. I was on the floor trying to draw into worship,
and my thoughts were running away. After a time of worship and prayer, we
would have communion together, the eat lunch before we disassembled. Today
I told the Lord I could not take communion because my thoughts were so
busy, and He replied, “I want to to take communion for healing!” I obeyed.
Then I shared the dream with our friend.
We ate lunch and then prepared to depart our house, our friend to go
shopping, and we to a doctor’s appointment at 3:00. It was now only 2:15.
As it turned out, our friend went directly to her house. I got into our
car, and we asked ourselves, “Why are we leaving so early?” As I was
seated I had a drawing, a tightening from shoulder to shoulder. As we
traveled the nine miles to Elkins, the pain started downward, down my arm
so I felt my arm would drop off. Then the pain went down to my chest. By
the time we had gone six miles, I couldn’t see and couldn’t hear. At that
point, I knew I was dying. John said we were going to the hospital. Upon
arriving at the emergency room John went in to find a nurse, and when one
responded to his need, he said unknowingly, “Please help, my wife is in
the car and is having a heart attack.” She grabbed a wheel chair and
rushed me into the emergency room. We both had perfect peace, which really
does pass all understanding.
The emergency room team of one doctor and seven nurses cleared out two
spaces and was preparing to airflight me to Morgantown. I never once lost
consciousness but watched these professionals stabilizing my condition.
They told my husband I was having a massive heart attack. The doctor was
flashing five fingers at me, saying I had 5 minutes to live. Weeks later
on of the nurses said I didn’t even have 5 minutes. Praise the Lord, they
broke up the blockage and I was soon stabilized. A miracle of God.
We have two daughters who live in Elkins, who had not talked in two years
due to a breach in relationship. When notified by dad of the situation,
they came to my bedside as I was being stabilized. At this moment they
were reconciled. My hand was on the rail of the bed and they place their
hands on mine, interlocking our fingers in a covenant of love, I wept
inside. In the meantime, John called our prayer partner at home, and she
began a prayer chain. She told John the Lord showed her the brick building
in my dream was a hospital. The peace we both had was because we had a
promise from Father that He would take us through the ‘Wind’ and ‘The
Fire’. But we knew we were not through yet.
Within a short time, another dear friend came to the emergency room,
walked right in and up to my bed and began to pray out loud, anointing me
with oil. Immediately after this, they wrapped me up on a gurney to take
me to the helipad; the copter had arrived from Morgantown.
Another two sisters arrived outside the hospital just in time to put money
into John’s hand to help with his expenses, and they both prayed for the
situation with him. I was still awake as I was life-flighted to Mon
General Hospital in Morgantown, sharing with the paramedic on what the
Lord had just done in saving my life.
Once at Mon General, the team catheterized me and two stints were placed
in two arteries in the back of my heart that joined in a “Y” to keep the
arteries open where the massive or total blockage had occurred. The
operation took over an hour, and by the time I was sent to recovery, John,
Jessica and her husband, Katherine and her older son had arrived, and were
at bedside when I finally awoke. What joy to see my family all together
and I was informed I would see our three sons in the morning. They were on
their way. A week prior to this, I had grieved in my spirit, desiring to
see all my kids together. My sons lived in three states, and my daughters
were unreconciled.
About the third day of recuperation a friend living in the area came to
visit, saying the Lord told her we were to have communion together, again
for healing. We participated in taking of the bread and the juice (wine).
Praise the holy name of Jesus. It was that night that blood began to
appear under my skin like spots, in my hands, back, feet and legs. Pain
began to shoot through my body. My nurse called the doctor to tell him
what was happening and the doctor said emphatically to continue to keep me
on the blood thinner, Heparin, which was entering my body through an IV.
My nurse called for the head nurse, and when she arrived in my room, my
nurse told her of all that had happened. The head nurse pointed a finger
at my nurse and ordered her to pull the IV. When my nurse protested
because of what the doctor had ordered, the nurse said that she didn’t
care about the doctor’s order, “Pull that IV!” My nurse did so, and in so
doing, I found out the next day, she saved my life. They found I was
allergic to Heparin, and this blood thinner had caused my platelets to be
washed away. My platelet count had dropped rom the norm 350,000 to 1,000.
When they found my blood spots and stopped the IV. The next morning my
doctor came in and said I was in as critical a condition as when I entered
the hospital. They had planned to catheterize me again to see if all was
in good order with my heart and the arteries and veins, but had to cancel
due to this turn of events. They fed me a bag of platelets which took most
of the day until the platelets were back to normal. They placed me on
another blood thinner and ordered the catheterization for two days later.
The results of this exploratory catheterization was that the heart had
damage in the interior wall of the lower right chamber, but the arteries
were clear.
I was in the hospital for a total of two weeks. As doctors would come in
to see me, I would praise the Lord for the miracle of life, and thank each
one for the part they had played. Invariably each one of them, from the
heart doctor and surgeon to the blood doctor, said to me, “I didn’t do
anything.” That was a truth; It was God and his faithfulness to his
promise to take me through the ‘Wind of Adversity’ and the ‘Fire of
Affliction’ To God be all the glory.
One year later, I took my daughter to the Elkins hospital, and she asked
the doctor on duty in the emergency room (who happened to be my doctor at
the time of my heart attack) “Do you remember my mother, Eugenia
Marshall?” He looked at me with a big smile and came over and gave a hug,
and said, “I will never forget Room 4”. That was my room. “And you look
wonderful. You are a miracle”. He left the room and in came the male nurse
who attended me that day. He gave me the biggest smile, and said, “You do
look wonderful. There’s nothing more wonderful than a new baby (He was
expecting a baby himself) and someone like you. I have never seen anyone
so close to the light as you were and recover. You are a miracle!” And he
also gave me a hug and left the room. A nurse there that day then came in
and said, “You do look wonderful”.
Since that initial experience with my heart and the medical profession, I
have been back five times in the Davis Memorial emergency room and the Mon
General Hospital operating room for catheterizations to correct, explore,
or place stints in the same area of arteries. The latest was a stint
emplacement on December 1, 2008. My two daughters, Katherine and Jessica,
plus my son from Wilson, N.C., Scott, came to the hospital in Morgantown
with the wonderment of how often I would have to experience blockages in
the future. The doctors replied that with a “New heart” the blood is
flowing faster and will continue to reveal weak spots (blockages) in the
arteries and veins, which have been weakened from the years of misuse by a
weakened heart. Their intent is to ‘stint’ whatever comes up in the
future, and eventually all the weak spots will be medically dealt with,
and I should then experience blockage free health.
When I heard the word, “New heart”, God began to speak to me on what had
truly transpired. What He revealed to me were the following events:
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When we went privately to our Pastor,
Jerry Murrell, for prayer for my heart. He began to pray a healing prayer,
when the Lord cut in and said, “Your healing are coming but not by any
work you do, but by my love and grace”.
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Following my heart attack, I asked the
Lord for a new heart. He answered me by saying, “This is your inheritance.
Even as I gave your father a new heart, Don’t you think I would give you a
new heart?”
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Three weeks after I got out of the
hospital following the initial heart attack, I fell and really jarred my
body, and we felt we needed to go to the Davis emergency room to have me
checked. The same doctor and same male nurse who had cared for me then,
were assigned to care for me now. They looked at the EKG machine and
together, they smiled from ear to ear and said, “Look at that beautiful
heart!!!!!”
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After this last surgery, December 1,
2008, the surgeon stated to my daughters and to my son, separately, “She
has a new heart, there is no damage to the heart. It is strong. It is the
arteries that are weak or causing blockages.”
As God witnessed these things to me, I
am convinced He is confirming that He has given me a new heart. He is now
speaking to me to pray for new arteries and veins surrounding the heart
area, which my husband and I did in agreement several nights ago. All
praise be to the Lord Jesus Christ. I am healed by His love and His grace
according to His promise to me. Thank you, Jesus.
What more can I say about the Lord Jesus, and the wondrous things He has
done in my life. He calls us with a holy calling and equips us for that
calling. We are weak, He is strong. He has knitted John and I to many
nurses and doctors and their assistants in these two hospitals as well as
with the attendants transporting me by ambulance. He has called each of us
to carry forth the bread of life to bring forth testimony for His glory as
you fulfill His call on your life. Go forth in boldness and be willing to
experience the wind and fire He creates for your life. We are challenged
to give our bodies a living sacrifice, place ourselves in His hands and
ways which are far above what we can foresee.
Thank you for the privilege of sharing the goodness, the mercy, the grace,
the healing, the deliverance, the faithfulness and the love of my Lord
Jesus Christ to me. May He abound greatly in you as well.
Love in Christ,
Genie Marshall |
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