Praying Medic

Healing Testimony Praising God and Thanking Jesus!!!!! Thank you Praying Medic for the prayers for my son, Steve. The last bullet near his spine was removed today without damage to nerves. Steve is grateful he can walk and heal. The physical healing is still a work in progress but the mental part will take a long long time. The surgeons at St. Mary's Hospital in Grand Junction have been wonderful. My heart is FULL! Many Blessings to you, Marta

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Email Testimony Dear Dave An update on Tom my grandson, you prayed for, he is off to University it is nearly a year since he took any drugs. We never thought he would live this long, never mind do so well. Thank you and thank God. Sheila

Email Testimony Dear Dave,I just wanted to let you know that since you prayed for my healing, my neck pain has been 0/10 on most days, and I even have almost normal ROM now! I was frustrated and at first because for weeks, I didn't feel any better. I was driving to work one day thinking how God is faithful and I know it will happen one day, but when? Then I immediately felt comfort and peace, and the word "SLOWLY" popped into my head. So I said thank you to Him for hearing our prayers and I said I will be patient because He is faithful. It was slow, but now have no pain, praise God, and without surgery, which the neurosurgeon at Barrows said being pain free was likely not possible, ever, either with our without surgery. (I could not have surgery because my vertebrae would likely crumble with the screws for fixation.) Thank you for your prayers and your command for my tissues to heal in Jesus' name! I am grateful! Thank you so much for your ministry, your faithfulness and your steadfastness. I'm happy to call you a brother in Christ! Lynn G.

In today's interview with Elijah Force, I discuss the basic principles of healing and miracles. https://rumble.com/v6xmpci-divine-healing-made-simple-dave-hayes.html?e9s=src_v1_cbl%2Csrc_v1_ucp_a

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I will be live with Mary Grace Saturday at 1 pm Eastern.

Hi All, A little while ago, we offered free conflict calls here in the group. We didn’t know what to expect but the response showed us there was a deep need. What began as a simple way to offer support quickly became something more. It somehow turned into ministry. It wasn’t therapy. It wasn’t counselling. It was just honest conversation, shared in love, guided by faith, holding space for the quiet struggles so many carry: family breakdowns, misunderstandings, inner restlessness, misalignment, and the weight of unspoken hurt. Through those calls, we saw God’s hand at work, softening hearts, restoring peace, and gently bringing people back into alignment with Him and with one another. We realised we were not just there to “help.” We were also there to learn. In all honesty, sometimes, it felt like God was speaking to us more than through us. One thing we noticed again and again: Many women, especially in their 40s, were estranged from their parents. Many didn’t realise the pain they’d caused until much later. Many longed for reconciliation, but had no idea how to begin. We heard honesty. We heard weariness. And we heard a deep longing for restoration. So we’re opening the calls again. Not as a program. Not as a service. Just as a space where God can speak and where peace can start to grow. We noticed that the 20 minute mark was often the point at which conversations became their most powerful and having to stop there was less than ideal. So we have made the following changes: We will be running 40 minute calls every Thursday starting from 21st August ... free ... always. You can book here: https://calendly.com/therealporcupinepoints/40-min-conflict-clarity-call One thing we would ask is that you confirm your spot 24hrs ahead of the call, so we can offer the slot to someone else if you can't make it. We’re not coming as experts. We’re coming as listeners. The Holy Spirit does the rest. With love, Helen & Peter (Porcupine Points)

Last night's dream suggested that as more information is released about Spygate, a false flag nuclear attack may happen. Please pray against that plan.

Spygate Update August 14, 2025

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Let’s go back to my father. Why was it not right for me to pray for his healing? I now feel in my soul that, while he was living, had he gotten any word of what happened to me when I was finishing kindergarten, he would not have been able to handle it. As a father myself, I can say, what is a dad supposed to do when a deed of this nature is at least started against his own child? I have a feeling that my dad's thoughts about murder would have been more than fleeting, and the consuming search and/or torment of unfinished business would have been more than he could have endured, the fallout of which would have been the end of his relationship with God. I of course have had my share of struggles with the words of 1 Corinthians 10:13 but have long believed them to have to be true. If I've endured four decades of my own sporadic torture on my way to receiving healing because dad's salvation was preserved by his not knowing its cause, the delay in my healing is worth it. I even have an uncanny assurance that dad is indeed in heaven. That assurance is valuable as, though he went to church until he couldn’t and generally lived a good, decent life, faith wasn’t typically on the front of his mind. A few months before he passed, I had a dream that he had passed, and I saw events through his eyes as he went to heaven. He arrived at the edge of the chasm between heaven and hell, and, though he was momentarily curious about that chasm, angels came to him and said, “Pay no attention to that darkness; you belong with us. Come.” He did, and he came to Jesus’s feet. While dad was immediately overcome with emotions, Jesus welcomed him and even joked with him, saying, “It took you long enough to get here!” Those words were a joke because dad had beaten back numerous complications that should have been fatal. After he had met Jesus, his parents came to greet him, and let’s just say, though I’ve never seen my grandmother dance like that, I knew she had it in her. Dad was shown his homes in the city and the countryside and was given a tour. Through that tour, I got to experience his ability to travel around, see Jesus’s scars and holes, see the vivid life and colors of heaven (nothing on this earth compares), and smell it, too (also beyond amazing and tricky to try to describe). For my own peace now and for my own walk in faith now and for the rest of my days here, I am grateful for the gifts of my healing and of having seen that dream. Sincerely, John

Last month, I finally remembered all aspects of another traumatic event that occurred about half a year after the first one. I was now 6, and my elementary school was having its end of school year party that May at a roller skating rink. While I was there, I took a nasty fall and needed some attention. A male staff member of the rink took me to a back room under the guise of providing this help, and I was alone with him. He proceeded to fondle me for what seemed like an eternity but was probably a minute. He removed his hands when I began making enough noise to call attention to myself through the closed door, and my mother, who I think had been in the restroom when I first needed help, came right then to get me. I tried to explain to my mother what this man had done to me, but this six year old didn’t have the necessary words to explain molestation in such a way that she could understand the crime. She actually thanked him for his help instead, which cut me to my core while she patched up my surface wounds. I had been bugged by this memory, feeling that something here was missing, too. That missing detail was that, lo and behold, it was raining that day, and I didn’t think it was supposed to rain. Of all the ways one could manifest trauma from this kind of event, having an alter take over and go berserk over unexpected rainfall was a doozy. I could go months or years without having an episode, or I could have multiple episodes within a week, depending on the quality of weather forecasts and my own ability to judge in time that something might be amiss. Having a therapist help in real time had proven impossible since the very nature of this problem was that one couldn’t forecast it, and one also could not simulate the issue in such a way that would be unpredictable enough to make my alter surface. Hearing people talk about how grateful they were for such rain led this alter, which of course didn't feel like it was being understood, to change its actions in not many years from overwhelming sorrow, to paralyzing fear, to rage. I finally found and made contact with the alter. I guided that six year old, who initially wanted nothing to do with anybody, into forgiveness, comfort, and into accepting Jesus. Presented by Jesus with the option of going with Him or being reintegrated into me, he chose to reintegrate, saying he wanted to know a much better earthly existence first. I’d wondered how long I would have to wait to have my latest healing efforts confirmed, but, lo and behold, my healing has recently been tested three times in three days while I’ve been out of town. Each time, I’ve had a somewhat confusing sense of peace over me when the non-forecast rain has arrived. I still have roughly four decades of “Oh, (bleep), here it comes” trained reactions within my core to work out, but not going bonkers when the second drop falls is truly a gift from God. The third confirmation arrived while I was driving at highway speeds, always a nightmarish scenario, and, praise God, I felt nothing other than that weird sense of calmness. Three successes in a row feels like a result that I can trust, and I’m calling it good. I have to thank and praise God for my healing and thank you for your role in getting the message of emotional healing to me. I’ve forgiven in my heart the guy who abused me. I have no idea who he was, much less if he might still be alive, though I could draw a picture of what he looked like back then. I hope he has found God, has not harmed others, and has been rehabilitated.

Email Testimony Some time back, I wrote regarding my father’s cancer diagnosis. Probably the strangest thing I wrote to you regarded how I got the sense that I was not supposed to pray for my own father’s healing, though I had full confidence that God heals when asked. Long story short regarding dad, he had a brutal struggle with complications from his colorectal cancer, and he fought valiantly to continue his life. Ultimately, though, that cancer won its hollow victory, and dad passed away on March 6. His battle was so brutal, nasty, and otherwise just plain inhumane that, when mom called to break the news, my grief lasted all of five seconds, and I have felt nothing since for him but relief and assurance of his salvation. As for why I wasn’t supposed to pray for his healing, I'm now believing that 20/20 restored hindsight, plus the tangled web of my own healing journey, gives the answer. I’ve had an emotional nightmare of my own for four decades, and, for most of that time, I struggled with repressed memories while trying to figure out where and how I needed to heal. The issue was (and using past tense here feels incredible) with unexpected rainfall; if it rained, and I hadn't awakened that morning already expecting it, I would go absolutely berserk and even beat myself up when it came. This issue caused woes such as a car accident (just me and my car, no other cars or people) in 2004, a concussion in 2014, and PTSD. It got to the point that, if I saw unexpected rain coming, I would have to clear my schedule, throw on earplugs, medicate, and hide in a closet until the danger to me had passed. For most of this journey, I had been focusing on my memory of a perhaps contributing, but ultimately incorrect, event as the root of my problem. The incorrect traumatic event certainly had its own heavy baggage, and my memory had holes until early this year. When I was 5, in the Fall of my kindergarten year, my grandfather, aunt, and uncle visited. While we were having supper, a severe storm rolled in, and we had to shelter in the most interior part of our house. While we were sheltering, my aunt became animated in conversation, and, entirely accidentally, her arm connected hard with my forehead and knocked me back into the wall. I cried from the physical pain, but the traumatic event was the furious fire that followed in my grandfather’s eyes. That stare made my soul go cold even though he wasn’t directing it at me; only a front line combat veteran like him could conjure up such fire. I have read most of your Emotional Healing Made Simple book, and I did all sorts of emotional healing work regarding that memory and on particularly ugly episodes involving unexpected rainfall afterwards. As Jesus dictated, alters and fragments either reintegrated or were sent to heaven. Alas, though I trusted that these particular concerns had been healed, further episodes made it clear that my problem had other roots.

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Email Testimony Dear Dave, Thanks a lot. I had sent you a prayer request for a home in April and by end of June I got a new studio which is enough for me. I only wanted a roof over me. Thanks a lot. Vicentina

Email Testimony After dropping my iPhone in a bucket of water Friday afternoon, and watching the screen go black, I jumped in the car and drove to the nearest iPhone store (1 1/2 hour away). The genius pulled out my SIM card and announced it had liquid damage. He tried and tried to dry it and even took it in the back and tried it in a house phone. All the while, I was praying for technology angels, phone angels then iPhone angels, and finally Apple Angels, I called on the Holy Spirit to bring his presence and the Lord to bring his glory and fix my SIM card and retrieve my data all in the name of precious Jesus and his bloodshed. He tried and tried, and finally announced there was no hope. “Liquid damage.” I paid for a replacement phone and he said I would no longer have a physical SIM card, but that it would be digital. He called his boss to sign off on the project. All the while I was still silently praying and calling on the Holy Spirit and the Lord’s glory, and all the angels I could think of in the name, the mighty name of Jesus. As the tears welt up in my eyes at the aspect of losing all of my precious memories, documentations, appointments, and digital prayer journal, I felt confidence as I thanked the Lord God, Almighty for helping me. The boss came over and looked at the phone and the SIM card was working. Joshua said.” I swear it was not working a second ago.” She looked at him strangely. My photos started popping up right away. After she left, I asked Joshua the genius if he was a Christian and he said yes. I told him of my prayers and he looked at me and said “God does work in mysterious ways” God is so good. Thank you, praying medic, you saved my life once again by sharing your wisdom. Grandma Holly.

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