It was August 09, 2018, at 8:00 PM. A very pregnant me received the call that I was to be induced into labor with my son. I had my hospital bag and my diaper bag by the door all ready to go. I had taken two or three classes on birthing, lactation, and baby care. I had carried awesomely with little to no morning sickness and was relatively physically fit. All in all, I knew I was going to rock this birthing experience and the motherhood that followed. I had planned for all the things, except postpartum depression and other things that weren’t under my control… most of the things that ensued in the next 24 hours.
Here is the short list:
Baby Boy didn’t want to leave my womb. I would be in labor for the next 27 hours.
I had to receive an epidural despite having natural birth plans.
I passed out shortly after receiving said epidural.
Baby boy’s heart rate started to become dangerously elevated.
I had to receive a C-section.
I wasn’t able to instantly bond with Baby Boy, which affected lactation.
Fast forward four days later, and I was not sleeping even when my newborn and husband were sound asleep. I was having thoughts of my son growing up without a mother and my husband without a wife. I would lie awake at night ruminating on all the things that went wrong that day and how those occurrences were directly related to my incompetence. Normally, a joyful and optimistic presence in my family, on my job, and even in my church, I just didn’t have it in me. I had no smile to give, not even a fake one. I sought friends and family for prayer. They prayed with and over me. My husband posted scriptures in every place that I would lay my eyes on; scriptures of deliverance from fear and an identity in Christ.
“For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and love and a sound mind.”
Despite the overwhelming support from my family and friends, I rendered myself discouraged and disconnected. After telling my grandmother that “ the knives weren’t sharp enough!” My postpartum imbalance and the unaddressed anxiety finally came to a head when I was hospitalized for suicidal ideations.
While in the hospital, of all places, it became evident that God was trying to get my attention. Unable to receive visitors and without a cell phone, I found myself praying, listening, and drawing on every scripture that I could remember. I had to rely on my own relationship with Christ. More importantly, he caused me to surrender my expectations, my self-efficacy, and my thoughts to him. Being discharged from the hospital this time, I had a different sense of gratitude. Gratitude for my husband’s strength and obedience to God in fighting for his wife. Gratitude to my heavenly father who saw me on the other side of this trying situation. It was as if the evil and contrary thoughts were now denied access to my mind. In a few months to follow, I would regain my ability to sleep as much as to be expected being a new mom. I felt the tangible peace of God by releasing my cares onto him!
Do I still have moments of doubt and fear in the unknown territory of raising a young man? Absolutely! Yet, I can draw on this experience as a promise of the keeping power of a loving father and a lesson in a surrendering and kneeling heart.
This is for both of us. I’m guessing you’re here because, like me, you’re believing God for healing. This post shares Bible verses for healing that I’ve been clinging to.
Personally, I’m believing God for healing from PCOS and the other health challenges that have come along with it, and it hasn’t been easy. So here we are, gathering together to load up our spiritual arsenal. But first, let’s take a moment to remember exactly who we’re dealing with and who we have on our side.
We have the God of the Universe, the One who formed us from dust. He ordered the parts, made the parts, and He can fix the parts. Let these Bible verses encourage you in times of need, and help build your faith and trust in Jesus and His ability to make you whole.
When I Ask God About Healing
When I come to the Lord about my healing, and wonder why complete and total healing hasn’t happened for me yet, I often think about the man who brought his son to Jesus in Mark chapter 9.
I know that I believe, but I also find myself asking God to “help my unbelief” — just like that father who sought deliverance for his son who was possessed by an evil spirit.
“‘If you can?’ said Jesus. ‘Everything is possible for one who believes.’
Immediately, the boy’s father exclaimed, ‘I do believe; help me overcome my unbelief!’”
— Mark 9:23–24
Even when I feel like I have all the faith in the world and genuinely believe in God’s ability to heal me, I know there could still be some unbelief buried underneath. I have thoughts like, “I know He can… but will He do it?” I often wonder if that’s why I haven’t seen my breakthrough yet.
Or maybe God is waiting for me to grow in discipline. Maybe it’s simply the sovereignty of God and has nothing to do with unbelief at all — I think of the book of Job.
Honestly, I don’t know.
But just like Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego in the book of Daniel — different circumstances, same heart — my attitude is this: Even if God doesn’t do it, I’m still trusting, leaning on, and depending on Jesus.
“If we are thrown into the blazing furnace, the God we serve is able to deliver us from it, and he will deliver us from Your Majesty’s hand. But even if he does not, we want you to know, Your Majesty, that we will not serve your gods or worship the image of gold you have set up.”
– Daniel 3:17-18
Why I Turn to Bible Verses for Healing
Whatever the reason, while waiting on healing, the enemy tries to invade our minds with lies like: “This is just how it’s going to be for you. There’s nothing you can do. God doesn’t care.”
But those are lies — and I refuse to believe them. I choose to believe the Word of God and hold on to His promises.
A person dear to me told me about The Little Red Prayer Book. There’s a free PDF version available online. It includes a powerful section on healing, filled with scriptures, prayers, and declarations. (Here’s the link to the free download if you’d like to check it out.)
To be clear, I don’t know the creators of the book and have no association with them; I just found it helpful. I wouldn’t recommend replacing your personal prayer time with it, but it’s a great tool to help you pray Scripture over your life.
That said, here are the Bible verses for healing that I’m standing on in faith.
Bible Verses for Physical Healing
Isaiah 53:5 – By His stripes, we are healed
“But He was wounded for our transgressions,He was bruised for our iniquities;
The chastisement for our peace was upon Him,And by His stripes we are healed.”
This verse reminds me that when Jesus died for our sins, He also suffered for our healing.
Jeremiah 30:17 – I will restore you to health
“For I will restore health to and heal you of your wounds,’ says the Lord,‘Because they called you an outcast saying:
“This is Zion;No one seeks her.‘”
Though spoken through Jeremiah to Israel, this verse reminds me of God’s heart to restore and heal His children. I hold onto it for myself, too.
Psalm 103:2–3 – He heals all your diseases
Bless the Lord, O my soul,
And forget not all His benefits:
Who forgives all your iniquities,
Who heals all your diseases,
Healing is one of the benefits we have as His children.
James 5:14–15 – The prayer offered in faith…
Is anyone among you sick? Let him call for the elders of the church, and let them pray over him, anointing him with oil in the name of the Lord. And the prayer of faith will save the sick, and the Lord will raise him up. And if he has committed sins, he will be forgiven.
What stands out to me in this passage is the role of community, or as my pastor calls it, “one-anothering.” Praying in faith with others.
I’ll never forget a time in my twenties when I had a sudden fever and wasn’t feeling well. A few friends, all believers, were with me. We worshiped and prayed together for hours. When they prayed for me directly, my fever broke almost right away. I felt completely back to normal. It was so sudden, so real. I’ll never forget it.
Bible Verses for Emotional and Mental Healing
Psalm 34:18 – Close to the brokenhearted
The Lord is near to those who have a broken heart,
And saves such as have a contrite spirit.
Philippians 4:6–7 – Peace that passes understanding
Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God; and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.
2 Timothy 1:7 – Not a spirit of fear…
For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind.
This is one of my favorite verses. My mom (who adopted me) taught it to me when I was little and struggling with night terrors. I clung to this verse then, and I still cling to it now.
Listen to “Sound Mind” by Bryan & Katie Torwalt, inspired by this verse:
Psalm 147:3 – He binds wounds
He heals the brokenhearted
And binds up their wounds.
Pray with Me
Father, in the name of Jesus, we thank you because you are the God who keeps your promises. We thank you because you see us where we are and know what we are going through. I pray that we would be closer to you than ever before, knowing more of your heart and experiencing more of your presence. I pray that you would increase our faith and help our unbelief, if there be any. We never want to doubt you. Help us to trust you more, for healing and wholeness. You are the Great Physician, the one who made us, and the one who can heal us. Help us to declare your word over our lives, so that we can walk in all that you have for us. In Jesus’ name, Amen.
Free Printable: 8 Bible Verses for Healing
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Print it out. Hang it where you’ll see it. Let it remind you of what God says about your healing. Click the image below to download.
I don’t know what you are going through in particular, but let’s believe God together for our healing. You’re not alone.
Leave a comment below; what verse are you holding onto right now?
Losing my voice felt like losing a part of myself. As a singer and someone who’s always expressed so much through music, my voice wasn’t just something I used, it was a part of who I was. When it suddenly changed, I didn’t just struggle with the physical loss, but with the emotional weight of it too.
This is the story of how I lost my voice, how it came back in a different way, and what God is teaching me through this experience.
The Day My Voice Changed
I’ll never forget the day I realized something was wrong. I was scheduled to sing at a local Christian outdoor community event. I was more than halfway through my pregnancy with my son, our promise baby, conceived after 17 months of trying. Read ourPCOS Pregnancy Testimony to see how God fulfilled His promise.
This is me at the event, on that day, looking as happy as can be, completely unaware of what was about to go down.
The event was huge, Diamond Street was packed. I stepped on stage with my band to sing songs I had shared countless times before. But when I opened my mouth, my voice cracked. Over and over again. No matter what I did, I couldn’t hit the notes. My voice just wouldn’t cooperate.
I was mortified. I even had to pause and apologize, telling the audience something unexpected was going on with my voice. Some friends encouraged me afterward, and a few people said they still enjoyed my set, though part of me wondered if they were just gaslighting me.
A Long Time Without Singing
What happened that day marked the beginning of a long and painful season. It felt like my regular singing voice just up and left me. I had to turn down bookings. I even stepped away from the worship team at my church.
I was devastated. I cried sometimes. But at the time, the joy of my pregnancy helped soften the blow at least a little. I chalked it up to hormones and assumed everything would return to normal after I had our son.
But it didn’t.
Even after my son was born, my regular singing voice didn’t come back. It was lower, my speaking voice included. When I rewatch old videos of myself, I can hear the difference in my tone. It was noticeable. I stopped singing publicly for almost a year.
I love Jesus, but I have to be honest; I felt let down by Him. It was one of those “when it rains, it pours” seasons. I was still grieving a music deal that didn’t work out years earlier. Songs I had poured my heart into recording would not see the light of day, and it felt like all that effort was for nothing. And then to lose my voice on top of that felt like a punch to the gut. There were songs I started recording as an independent artist before my pregnancy that I couldn’t finish afterward because my voice had changed so much. I could no longer sing in the same key.
Even in my frustration, though, I knew God wasn’t deserving of my anger. He always has a plan, even if I don’t know what it is. So, while I wrestled with Him, I couldn’t stay truly upset. I was reminded of the truth in Isaiah 55:8-9: “For My thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways My ways,” declares the Lord.” Still, it hurt. And I wrestled deeply with God over my voice and my calling in music.
For My thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways My ways,” declares the Lord.” -Isaiah 55:8-9
Have you ever discovered your gift, poured yourself into it, used it to glorify God, maybe even received prophetic words confirming your purpose, only to have every roadblock and barrier keep you from walking it out? If so, I know exactly how that feels.
It makes you feel stuck.
Understanding the Cause
Eventually, I began doing some research and discovered that voice changes are a lesser-known symptom of PCOS. The hormonal imbalances, especially increased testosterone, can cause a deepening of the voice in some women.
So it started to make sense.
Praise God, I still sound like a lady, but my voice is much lower than it used to be. I eventually realized I could still sing, just in a different register. I went from being able to sing alto and sometimes soprano to now being more of a tenor. Even alto was and still is a struggle years later. Now the Lord also gave me some insight into what was going on spiritually. Why did this voice change happen to me? Why am I not moving forward? Why so many starts and stops with music ministry? My character needed to be developed. My character is still being developed; let’s make that clear here. I have not arrived. I needed to grow and mature spiritually, and whatever the Lord wants to do, my character has to be to His standard. He confirmed this to me personally during prayer, and then through prophetic voices I respect.
Finding My Voice Again
After some time, I returned to the worship team. I told our Minister of Music, “I’m a tenor now.” He was so gracious, always adjusting the key of the songs to meet me where I was vocally whenever I had to lead.
Gradually, I began to feel more comfortable leading worship again. I rediscovered my voice, just in a different form. I even came to appreciate the maturity and richness in my new vocal register. I may not have the same range, but God has still allowed me to use what I have for His glory. And for that, I’m so grateful!
If you’re curious, this was my range before. These notes are definitely out of reach now, haha!
Here’s the lower range I sing in now, after getting a different version of my voice back.
Losing My Voice Wasn’t The Only Factor
Another difficult layer of this journey at the time was my insecurities. They came to a head, and this voice issue only made things worse.
I still sing at church because that feels like a safe space. But accepting invitations elsewhere is hard. It’s a battle mentally and emotionally.
Even when I push through, it takes a lot. I have to overcome the negative feelings and remind myself that my personal insecurities don’t matter. What matters is being faithful to what the Lord has called me to do. I’m called to sing to Him, to worship Him, and to help usher others into His presence through songs of praise, worship, and the songs He’s given me to write.
I’ll tell you one thing: no matter how I feel beforehand, once I’m up there singing, nothing else matters. It’s just me and Jesus. And when I finally get to that place, I find pure joy. I’ve come to realize that the enemy tries to fight me, just to keep me from offering my praise in this way.
Maybe you’ve lost something precious too; your voice, a dream, your confidence. I want to remind you: God is still working. He’s not finished with your story. This isn’t the end.
Moving Forward in Faith
My voice change was heartbreaking at first, but God has used it to refine me. Today, I sing with new strength, and I sing with gratitude. I have to depend on Jesus even more now when I sing. I still believe that one day, God will completely heal me of PCOS and its symptoms, and I’m holding on to that.
Lately, I’ve been asking God to revive the passion I once had for songwriting and singing beyond the four walls of church. And I think He’s already doing it, because I’m writing again. This blog feels like the beginning of something new. That’s how it always starts for me: first journaling, then poetry, and eventually, music.
I think after so many disappointments, it just got hard to hope again. But it’s a new season!
“I think after so many disappointments, it just got hard to hope again. But it’s a new season!”
What are you trusting God for right now? I’d love to hear your story in the comments and pray with you.
Thanks for reading mine. If it encouraged you, feel free to share it!
On December 4, 2022, I had one of the most traumatizing and scariest experiences of my life. The incident resulted in a five-day hospital stay and a need to walk with a walker for about a week or two. This is my Transient Ischemic Attack (TIA) recovery journey and testimony — a story of God’s faithfulness and healing in progress.
My son and I were both home sick with the flu on a Sunday morning. My husband, who wasn’t sick, decided to stay home from church with us, and I’m so glad he did, because of what was about to happen next. My son and I both had fevers. I don’t remember if we already knew he had the flu, but at this point, we didn’t know that I had it too. My fever was high, and I was feeling terrible, but I was just sitting on the couch with my little boy and my husband.
All of a sudden, I felt an intense wave of nausea and an urgent need to go to the bathroom. I rushed to the bathroom and made it just in time, but while sitting there, I suddenly felt myself losing consciousness, as if I were about to faint. My body felt incredibly weak, and my vision started to blur.
I shouted with all my strength, as loudly as I could, “London!” calling my husband’s name, then I blacked out.
I came to briefly while he was trying to lift me. I couldn’t stand on my own or speak. I had no control over my limbs. He kept calling my name, and although I could hear him, I couldn’t respond. I kept drifting in and out of consciousness. Eventually, he got me to the bed and called 911.
The next time I opened my eyes, EMTs and police officers were in the room. I still couldn’t move or speak. One of the officers repeatedly called my name. I could look at him for a moment, but my eyes would drift, and he would snap his fingers to regain my attention. I couldn’t even nod my head when he asked yes-or-no questions, but I could understand everything. I felt completely trapped in my body. In my mind, I called out “Jesus! Help me, Jesus!”
Then I blacked out again and woke up in the ambulance.
The Hospital Stay
December 5, 2022
By the time I was in the ambulance, I was able to nod my head yes or no, but I still couldn’t speak. I don’t remember arriving at the hospital. After a couple of hours there, I was able to move more of my body and speak a little, but I was having trouble finding words, what the doctor referred to as “word-finding.” I would try to speak normally, but even forming simple sentences took a lot of effort and concentration.
I was talking to my father-in-law, who had come to check on me, when all of a sudden, my heart rate dropped. Alarms from the heart monitor started going off, and although I can’t fully describe how I felt, my body went into a state of panic. Nurses and the doctor rushed in. I don’t even know exactly what they did, but they ended up tilting my bed so that my head was lower than my feet. Eventually, my heart rate returned to normal.
They decided to admit me to the hospital under a stroke protocol. After a five-day stay, several MRIs, and various tests, we found out that I had experienced a transient ischemic attack (TIA). It’s not a stroke, but it’s often called a “mini-stroke,” even though technically it isn’t one. I was also diagnosed with the flu.
Regaining Strength
My hospital stay was bearable until the second or third day. After that, I couldn’t take it anymore, I would cry because I wanted to go home and missed seeing my son. He is young, and I was on a floor/unit where minors weren’t allowed to visit. Thankfully, my husband was with me every day, and other family members came to visit multiple times, so I usually had someone there with me.
Keep in mind, I was on bed rest most of the time I was there, which made everything more difficult. On either day three or four, I was finally taken off bed rest. That’s when the occupational therapist and/or physical therapist came in, and I walked for the first time since the incident.
I had no idea I would have trouble walking. When I stood up and tried, my walk was unsteady and wobbly. I couldn’t walk on my own, no matter how hard I tried or how determined I was. I couldn’t believe it, it felt like I was in someone else’s body. I couldn’t walk anywhere without nearly falling down.
They gave me a walker and scheduled me for a month of physical therapy, along with in-home nurse visits for about a month.
Recovery at Home
When we went home, I had to use the walker everywhere. I also had to use a shower chair because I had trouble standing steadily in the shower. I began receiving in-home care, starting with the occupational therapist, then the physical therapist, and nurse visits, which, I believe, were twice per week. I was about 35 years old when this happened! I never imagined anything like this for me, especially at this age.
I praise God because by the second week after being released from the hospital, I was able to walk normally again!
I can’t fully describe how bizarre the entire experience was. For up to two years afterward, if I ever felt dizzy or off balance, I’d immediately fear I was about to have another TIA or even worse, a stroke, and that fear alone would sometimes trigger a small panic attack. Looking back, I realize my TIA recovery journey isn’t just about physical healing; it’s about trusting God through the unknown.
A Setback at Work
Over the next few months, I saw several doctors, including a neurologist and a cardiologist. Sometime between 2023 and 2024, I had to wear a heart monitor for two weeks, which thankfully came back normal. I was assured that I had no underlying heart issues. While I had been diagnosed with a TIA, the neurologist suggested it might have actually been a severe migraine that caused the episode.
About a year later, in November or December of 2023, I experienced another, less severe TIA while I was at work. All of a sudden, I felt disoriented, my vision became blurry, and I began speaking strangely. My co-workers took me to see the in-house nurse, who checked me out and immediately called an ambulance to take me to the hospital.
Although this episode wasn’t as severe as the first, it was still frightening. My speech was delayed. Later that evening at the hospital, I regained the ability to speak normally, but once again, I had difficulty finding the right words.
I was out of work for a few days and thought I was ready to return, but the very same day I went back, I started feeling off again and had to leave early.
Another Scare and A Hard Decision
I was out for a few more days before returning to work. Unfortunately, I had another episode, worse than the last one, and my co-workers had to call an ambulance again. This time, I was admitted to the hospital overnight, and the incident led to me being out of work for the next few months while I recovered.
Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to return to my position because it required more from me physically than I could give at the time, and my doctor agreed.
God Redirected My Steps
For context, I had been working at a daytime program for adults with intellectual and developmental disabilities, helping them with daily activities and leading weekly music and singing sessions. I absolutely loved the consumers and the staff there. I spent my days dancing with them, singing, staying on my feet, encouraging them to get on theirs, and helping them enjoy life.
It was very different from much of my previous work experience as a realtor and business owner, but I had wanted to do something more meaningful and enjoyable, so that’s why I chose to work there. Plus, the schedule was perfect for our family. I would drop my son off at school, be at work within four minutes since it was just a few blocks away, and then get off in time to pick him up at dismissal. It was, I thought, the perfect situation for us.
But clearly, God had other plans.
Answered Prayers
I had been praying that our son would be able to continue attending a private Christian school, and God answered that prayer. About two months after leaving my previous job, I was hired at a private Christian school, and I was able to enroll our son there for first grade. Not long after, my husband decided to join us as a teacher at the same school.
So, the Lord made a way for all of us to be at this school together, and I haven’t had an episode in over a year. I am so incredibly grateful to the Lord for keeping me and not allowing the enemy to take me out! While this was physical, I do believe it was also a spiritual attack. I’m reminded of the scripture:
“For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.” – Ephesians 6:12 KJV
It rings true to me because I remember that after this health scare, I experienced fear like never before. At one point, I had an incident while resting in my bed. My fitness watch alerted me that my heart rate was either too high or too low, and the fear that gripped me was beyond explanation. I called on Jesus. To this day, I don’t know if it was a dream or not, because I was lying down, but I do know it was an attack. During that time, I clung to 2 Timothy 1:7: “For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind.” The song below played often in our home during that season, and I love it because it’s essentially singing that very scripture.
Choosing Health and Believing God for Healing
There are many possible reasons the TIA may have occurred. I was diagnosed with PCOS around 2016, and some complications can come with that. It puts you at higher risk for other conditions.
So, what am I doing about it? I’ve made small lifestyle changes, and I want them to become habits over time. I’m also learning about anti-inflammatory eating, since I seem to battle with chronic inflammation. I’m trying to do my part so that God can do the parts that I cannot. He is the healer!
My TIA Recovery Journey: God’s Faithfulness in Progress
I’m believing God for my complete and total healing. He already blessed us with a son after we struggled to conceive due to PCOS, and I’m trusting Him for more and full healing in my body.
My testimony is this: God kept me alive! He allowed me to walk properly again after temporarily needing a walker. He brought me back to the baseline I had before the incident. It could have been worse; I could have had a stroke, but I didn’t, and I’m so grateful for that. Jesus brought me through this journey and is helping me take steps to steward my health well. Even though my TIA recovery testimony is still unfolding, I can say with confidence that God has carried me every step of the way.
