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#PREVENTION is always better than curing a #disease, isn't it?..
So it's an offer to all group members a daily publication of books by Iryna Belova-Smorzh, whom God healed from #cancer...
Her "Being Healed and Staying Alive" has been published in 18 languages. And three translators were healed of their diseases while translating the book.
In advance I apologize to the admins and group members If such publications are undesirable in the group!
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My Coming out from the Grave
(My #testimony)

Ezekiel 37:13-14 (New King James Version)
13 Then you shall know that I am the LORD, when I have opened your graves, O My people, and brought you up from your graves. 14 I will put My Spirit in you, and you shall live, and I will place you in your own land. Then you shall know that I, the LORD, have spoken it and performed it,” says the LORD.’”

In 2005 I was diagnosed with cancer. I was also classified to be inoperable, because the cancer affected the bone. There was some time left to delay the impending death using traditional methods of therapy.

It happened right before my wedding. Our wedding guest list was was quickly replaced by long lists of doctors and prescriptions. After submitting a request to the local Marriage Hall, accompanied by my doctor’s note we were quickly put ahead of the usual waiting list. We had no family members or friends with us on that day, (we had yet to prepare our parents for the serious changes in our lives). There was no wedding dress, no decorated limousines... We arrived to the marriage hall by public transportation, dressed casually in jeans , but with flowers and an overpowering desire to live. There was only one person who we called on that day and asked to accompany us- our pastor.
The marriage hall’s entire staff gathered to look at us, curious to see the young woman who wanted to be married before dying. We were pleasantly surprised that that they insisted on holding the full marriage ceremony for us, complete with the musical accompaniments and the great celebration hall, all free of charge!

And then I began the process of battling death and discovering the truth. I would not exchange that journey for the world. It is mine! And I walked it hand in hand with God! The Bible says: “You will know the truth and the truth shall set you free”. You see, God Himself is the truth, and today I am free. It did not happen over a day, or a month, or a year. The way to learning the truth is long, narrow, and difficult, but also superior to anything else.

When I was checked into the hospital for treatment, I had two books with me: the Bible and F.F. Bosworth’s book Christ the Healer. At that point the doctors were doing their job to help me and God in turn was doing His. I searched the Bible for scriptures about healing and marked them up with yellow post-its so that I could revisit them later on. I placed my hope into the Allmighty God. My Bible began to fill with little yellow bookmarks. I was looking for an answer, because the doctors had already given me theirs. When I was being checked into the hospital for treatment, undergoing preliminary tests and filling out paperwork, the doctor pulled my husband aside and advised him to begin planning his future. Her prognosis stated that he would soon become a widower. My parents were told the following by the medical staff, “This is pretty much a closed case. However, we will see what we can do.”

I went through the entire grinder of the traditional medical treatments, and I allowed my body to be crushed to the point of no return. It so happened that, at the time, I did not know what I firmly believe today. I was not spiritually prepared for what was happening to me. Although I did have an understanding that God can heal, because once He had already stopped a deadly illness in my body. When it happened, my family and I received it as a miracle. Yet even that experience of God’s mercy was not sufficient to resist cancer.

The doctors were under the impression that I did not fully understand the seriousness of my situation, because they always saw a smile on my face. I would walk around the hospital floors and pray for people. No one pushed me away. I tried to comfort people and told them the story of how God healed me once from an incurable illness. I would tell them that there is hope for them yet. People listened to me with genuine attention, but every now and again someone would ask, “Why then are you here now?” And then I did not know what to reply. The best I could come up with was, “I am here for you! To bring you hope and help you believe that God heals today.”

I was walking along this path... Four cycles of exhausting treatments would be followed by a week of rest and reprieve, and then my body already half eaten by cancer would be once again boiled, poisoned by chemo, and killed over and over again with radiation...

I quickly began to lose weight. My legs hardly moved. I could not eat due to the acute intoxication of the organism...

Once, during an interval between treatments I was brought home. It was late autumn, and our house at the time was surrounded by a park. There were so many colors in the leaves of the trees! I asked to be helped to stand, with my feet buried in the multicolored carpet of the fallen leaves on the ground. I breathed them in, inhaling this autumn into my lungs, understanding that it could my last. Everything in me was being re-prioritised and re-evaluated. The only thing I remember not feeling was fear, as strange as it was... Ask any believer, whether they fear death? (I mean genuine believers, not just those who believe in the existence of God.) I think more often than not you will hear a negative response. In a strange and inexplicable way God gives us assurance in that which we cannot see. Thus with every cell of my body I felt then that He did not abandon me. I prayed, submerged myself in the Bible, prayed some more, then read about divine healing... In the short time that the doctors allowed me I would try to get to know God’s will and His position regarding my situation. I felt the faith in the invisible and the impossible grow in me stronger than ever. Perhaps it sounds strange, but that time was a wondrous one. God was so close! And His strength was accomplished by my weakness.

In F.F. Bosworth’s book, Christ the Healer, I read that we are the soil into which the seed of the Word of God is planted. I began to perceive the Bible differently. It is referred to as the word of life. I was thus sowing life into myself.

The last time I walked out of my doctor’s office I was told, “There are no miracles.” To which I answered, “You’d be surprised...” I was convinced that I would not return to that place under any circumstances. The reason for my discharge was that I could not withstand any more treatments. I was told to file for disability. Although I did not consider myself disabled, the doctors were not wrong in classifying me in this way. At the time of discharge my internal organs resembled a scrambled mess. I could practically feel my body coming apart at the seams, so to speak. There were parts of me with no skin covering the surface. All the functions of the organism responsible for resisting death were completely disabled. I had no physical strength left. I understood that no one and nothing could help me at that point, except God.

Returning home meant entering another battlefield. The subsequent effects of radiation treatments are unpredictable and can manifest themselves in the most horrific ways. I lost the skin of my entire mouth cavity, and it felt like being flayed alive. There were puss filled sores and unspeakable pain... I was unable to sleep or eat, and could hardly drink anything. Each turn of the head would cause a blood flow and a bout of pain so strong it would send my body into violent tremors... Pain medication brought no relief.

I spent over seven days in this state. I prayed ceaselessly. I was desperate for God’s intervention! When my husband left for church to attend all-night prayer, the entire congregation prayed for me. That night I finally slept, and in my sleep I could feel that the illness had loosened its grip on me. In the morning I could feel my wounds begin to heal. God never left me. He was leading me out of death.

My home computer was set up so that I could watch television programs on it. Monday through Friday at 7:30 am, the NTN channel would broadcast “Believer’s Voice of Victory” with Kenneth and Gloria Copeland. A sermon for each day, and often a message of healing. My husband would record the program in the morning and throughout the day I would listen to it over and over again. I would go over the scriptures mentioned in the program, immerse myself in God’s presence, contemplate, repeat and review... Believe.

And then the day came, when I was able to throw a bagful of prescription drugs into the garbage can. Although I still had pain, I saw no point in taking the drugs anymore. Something changed in me! My faith in God rose above everything that I could physically see and feel.

Slowly and gradually, I began to get back on my feet, go back to work, pick up the blueprints again...

...Today I hardly remember the way to the hospital. I do not depend on doctors and do not take medications. All my internal organs are functioning well. I am healthy and happy. I am a person who believes in the Mighty God, and in miracles. I have been taught by the Lord how to resist the disease and pain of this world. The laws of this world lead to destruction and death, and people perish along with it. However, there are laws which are not of this world, that allow us to live according to a different nature: without sickness and disease, without defeat or need. For this to become a reality we must learn from the One Who set those laws in motion. He is the Doctor, able and willing to cure all sickness, soothe all the pain, ready to create new kidneys, eyes, teeth... He is the Creator.

Believe me, I know what I am talking about. I am begging you to believe!

With a prayer for your healing
having twice risen from the grave
Iryna Belova-Smorzh

The book has been translated into 18 languages.
Three translators were healed of diseases while translating the book.
My books om Amazon https://amzn.to/4b5mx9h

#PREVENTION is always better than curing a #disease, isn't it?.. So it's an offer to all group members a daily publication of books by Iryna Belova-Smorzh, whom God healed from #cancer... Her "Being Healed and Staying Alive" has been published in 18 languages. And three translators were healed of their diseases while translating the book. In advance I apologize to the admins and group members If such publications are undesirable in the group! ——— My Coming out from the Grave (My #testimony) Ezekiel 37:13-14 (New King James Version) 13 Then you shall know that I am the LORD, when I have opened your graves, O My people, and brought you up from your graves. 14 I will put My Spirit in you, and you shall live, and I will place you in your own land. Then you shall know that I, the LORD, have spoken it and performed it,” says the LORD.’” In 2005 I was diagnosed with cancer. I was also classified to be inoperable, because the cancer affected the bone. There was some time left to delay the impending death using traditional methods of therapy. It happened right before my wedding. Our wedding guest list was was quickly replaced by long lists of doctors and prescriptions. After submitting a request to the local Marriage Hall, accompanied by my doctor’s note we were quickly put ahead of the usual waiting list. We had no family members or friends with us on that day, (we had yet to prepare our parents for the serious changes in our lives). There was no wedding dress, no decorated limousines... We arrived to the marriage hall by public transportation, dressed casually in jeans , but with flowers and an overpowering desire to live. There was only one person who we called on that day and asked to accompany us- our pastor. The marriage hall’s entire staff gathered to look at us, curious to see the young woman who wanted to be married before dying. We were pleasantly surprised that that they insisted on holding the full marriage ceremony for us, complete with the musical accompaniments and the great celebration hall, all free of charge! And then I began the process of battling death and discovering the truth. I would not exchange that journey for the world. It is mine! And I walked it hand in hand with God! The Bible says: “You will know the truth and the truth shall set you free”. You see, God Himself is the truth, and today I am free. It did not happen over a day, or a month, or a year. The way to learning the truth is long, narrow, and difficult, but also superior to anything else. When I was checked into the hospital for treatment, I had two books with me: the Bible and F.F. Bosworth’s book Christ the Healer. At that point the doctors were doing their job to help me and God in turn was doing His. I searched the Bible for scriptures about healing and marked them up with yellow post-its so that I could revisit them later on. I placed my hope into the Allmighty God. My Bible began to fill with little yellow bookmarks. I was looking for an answer, because the doctors had already given me theirs. When I was being checked into the hospital for treatment, undergoing preliminary tests and filling out paperwork, the doctor pulled my husband aside and advised him to begin planning his future. Her prognosis stated that he would soon become a widower. My parents were told the following by the medical staff, “This is pretty much a closed case. However, we will see what we can do.” I went through the entire grinder of the traditional medical treatments, and I allowed my body to be crushed to the point of no return. It so happened that, at the time, I did not know what I firmly believe today. I was not spiritually prepared for what was happening to me. Although I did have an understanding that God can heal, because once He had already stopped a deadly illness in my body. When it happened, my family and I received it as a miracle. Yet even that experience of God’s mercy was not sufficient to resist cancer. The doctors were under the impression that I did not fully understand the seriousness of my situation, because they always saw a smile on my face. I would walk around the hospital floors and pray for people. No one pushed me away. I tried to comfort people and told them the story of how God healed me once from an incurable illness. I would tell them that there is hope for them yet. People listened to me with genuine attention, but every now and again someone would ask, “Why then are you here now?” And then I did not know what to reply. The best I could come up with was, “I am here for you! To bring you hope and help you believe that God heals today.” I was walking along this path... Four cycles of exhausting treatments would be followed by a week of rest and reprieve, and then my body already half eaten by cancer would be once again boiled, poisoned by chemo, and killed over and over again with radiation... I quickly began to lose weight. My legs hardly moved. I could not eat due to the acute intoxication of the organism... Once, during an interval between treatments I was brought home. It was late autumn, and our house at the time was surrounded by a park. There were so many colors in the leaves of the trees! I asked to be helped to stand, with my feet buried in the multicolored carpet of the fallen leaves on the ground. I breathed them in, inhaling this autumn into my lungs, understanding that it could my last. Everything in me was being re-prioritised and re-evaluated. The only thing I remember not feeling was fear, as strange as it was... Ask any believer, whether they fear death? (I mean genuine believers, not just those who believe in the existence of God.) I think more often than not you will hear a negative response. In a strange and inexplicable way God gives us assurance in that which we cannot see. Thus with every cell of my body I felt then that He did not abandon me. I prayed, submerged myself in the Bible, prayed some more, then read about divine healing... In the short time that the doctors allowed me I would try to get to know God’s will and His position regarding my situation. I felt the faith in the invisible and the impossible grow in me stronger than ever. Perhaps it sounds strange, but that time was a wondrous one. God was so close! And His strength was accomplished by my weakness. In F.F. Bosworth’s book, Christ the Healer, I read that we are the soil into which the seed of the Word of God is planted. I began to perceive the Bible differently. It is referred to as the word of life. I was thus sowing life into myself. The last time I walked out of my doctor’s office I was told, “There are no miracles.” To which I answered, “You’d be surprised...” I was convinced that I would not return to that place under any circumstances. The reason for my discharge was that I could not withstand any more treatments. I was told to file for disability. Although I did not consider myself disabled, the doctors were not wrong in classifying me in this way. At the time of discharge my internal organs resembled a scrambled mess. I could practically feel my body coming apart at the seams, so to speak. There were parts of me with no skin covering the surface. All the functions of the organism responsible for resisting death were completely disabled. I had no physical strength left. I understood that no one and nothing could help me at that point, except God. Returning home meant entering another battlefield. The subsequent effects of radiation treatments are unpredictable and can manifest themselves in the most horrific ways. I lost the skin of my entire mouth cavity, and it felt like being flayed alive. There were puss filled sores and unspeakable pain... I was unable to sleep or eat, and could hardly drink anything. Each turn of the head would cause a blood flow and a bout of pain so strong it would send my body into violent tremors... Pain medication brought no relief. I spent over seven days in this state. I prayed ceaselessly. I was desperate for God’s intervention! When my husband left for church to attend all-night prayer, the entire congregation prayed for me. That night I finally slept, and in my sleep I could feel that the illness had loosened its grip on me. In the morning I could feel my wounds begin to heal. God never left me. He was leading me out of death. My home computer was set up so that I could watch television programs on it. Monday through Friday at 7:30 am, the NTN channel would broadcast “Believer’s Voice of Victory” with Kenneth and Gloria Copeland. A sermon for each day, and often a message of healing. My husband would record the program in the morning and throughout the day I would listen to it over and over again. I would go over the scriptures mentioned in the program, immerse myself in God’s presence, contemplate, repeat and review... Believe. And then the day came, when I was able to throw a bagful of prescription drugs into the garbage can. Although I still had pain, I saw no point in taking the drugs anymore. Something changed in me! My faith in God rose above everything that I could physically see and feel. Slowly and gradually, I began to get back on my feet, go back to work, pick up the blueprints again... ...Today I hardly remember the way to the hospital. I do not depend on doctors and do not take medications. All my internal organs are functioning well. I am healthy and happy. I am a person who believes in the Mighty God, and in miracles. I have been taught by the Lord how to resist the disease and pain of this world. The laws of this world lead to destruction and death, and people perish along with it. However, there are laws which are not of this world, that allow us to live according to a different nature: without sickness and disease, without defeat or need. For this to become a reality we must learn from the One Who set those laws in motion. He is the Doctor, able and willing to cure all sickness, soothe all the pain, ready to create new kidneys, eyes, teeth... He is the Creator. Believe me, I know what I am talking about. I am begging you to believe! With a prayer for your healing having twice risen from the grave Iryna Belova-Smorzh ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ The book has been translated into 18 languages. Three translators were healed of diseases while translating the book. My books om Amazon https://amzn.to/4b5mx9h

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