I will try to give you a mental picture of who I am, where I came from and where I am now, spiritually speaking.
My teenage years were very rough, I did hang around with the wrong crowd and I did not know how to get disentangled. My young life had been ruined, I had chosen the broad path. What to do next, I did not know. Where to turn to?? Would death be the answer?
I was in my early twenties when I was in a very desperate situation, I had contemplated suicide. I called upon God, not really knowing on whom I was calling. I was not a Christian at that time, not even a churchgoer. Shortly after, I met a young Christian family via an elder of a local church who did not know how he could help me. He thought perhaps if I did find somebody with whom I could have a social time, such as reading or knitting together, it would help me getting over my problems. I told him that it would not do me any good, my problems were so obvious you just could not talk them away. I needed more than a knitting friend, I needed God to help me.
I needed a miracle. BUT HOW ?
So, the elder suggested me to contact this family, who lived just down the road. But, he said not to pay too much attention to the man of the house... he believed in miracles and so forth.... Oooh... Aha... That did draw my attention! I thought maybe this miracle believing man has something to offer me! I will call him "John".
I got all my courage together and paid these people a visit. The very first night John told me about his own life; what all happened to him during the war; that he had betrayed his own people; how God met him when he was working for the enemy, the NSB. He told me how God had opened his eyes and showed him all his wrongdoings. Then he realized he needed forgiveness and turned himself in at the Dutch Government.
John was just beaming while he was telling me about the treasure he had found in Jesus, the happiness and peace of mind, knowing that his sins were forgiven. I had never heard a testimony like this. I also knew that this man was not making up some sort of a story. This was for real and I could sense a deep truth in it.
I was all ear and soaked every word in like a sponge. It all did sound like music, beautiful music, what my soul had been thirsting for. I felt right away, that it was exactly what I needed. I envied John for his faith and he told me, if I just would believe in Jesus as my Saviour, He would give me faith too.
I started to forget my own problems and my attention was drawn to my oldest sister, who had been suffering from some sort of mental disorder, shortly after the World War 2. For the past 10 years she had been in and out the mental institutions, receiving terrible treatments,such as 24 electric shocks. If you just knew what that meant!
* * *Years later when I lived in Canada and took training in the Health Care field, I saw a video on how in those earlier days electric shock treatments were applied. The body of the patient was strapped down to the stretcher. Electrical wires were connected to the patient's body, mainly to the head. Once the electricity was turned on, the body started to shake violently, so much so, that if the body would not be strapped down it may have jumped of the stretcher. Needless to say, how I felt what my dear sister had gone through. I cried... and cried... also, because I remember how she cried. When she had to go for those treatments she begged my parents : No.. No....please, no electric shocks. I have often wondered, if she experienced those treatments without anesthetic. * * *
So, I told John all about her and I was wondering why God had not healed her. John replied: "Did anyone pray for her healing or deliverance?" I could not tell, but I knew that sometimes deacons from the church had visited, but as far as I knew the subject of Maria's sickness was never touched.
How can we expect God to do something if He is not asked and if there is no faith, John said. But would God answer such a request, I asked again. At this point the Bible in John's hand was opened and he read: "Jesus Christ is the same, yesterday, today and forever." Oh, I thought finally something concrete, somebody I could depend on:
How could Maria receive healing when nobody believed, was my question. John explained, that if I brought her in faith to the Lord, He would heal her. He said: "When Jesus walked on the earth, He healed all who came to Him and the Bible says that All things are possible for them that believe. If the Lord would not keep His Word, how could we be sure of our Salvation?"
In the mean time I did do some arithmetic: 2+2=4, nobody can change that, so it is with the Scripture. Jesus is the same, yesterday, today and forever. He healed then, so He heals now.
That was as clear as a bell and simple as pie.
But how could I bring my sister in prayer to the Lord?
I did not have any faith myself. John said that I only had to be willing, that the Lord will give me faith and do the rest. I thought for a while... I have to give my will to Him, then He will bring it to pass. Well, my life was already a mess anyway, to be a fool again would not hurt.
That "RISK" could mean my sister's healing.
So, I said to John: "If the Lord is going to heal my sister on that condition, then I will follow Him."
It was 10 O'clock that night when I went to my apartment, which was only a couple of houses down from John's home. Of course, John went right down on his knees to call upon the Lord, little did I know. When I came in my apartment, a very special feeling came over me. I experienced a lightness, as if a heavy weight was taken of my shoulders. All of a sudden I felt in my heart, that something had happened. I opened my curtains and looked at the dark sky. I do not know how to explain it, but I said out loud: "Lord I do not understand where you are, but I know You just healed my sister. Lord, I don't know it with my understanding, but I feel it in my heart that it is true."
I was so certain that it had happened, that I wrote a letter to my parents that same night and put it in the postbox at the corner of the street. Now, isn't this a little bit foolishness? You would nearly think so, wouldn't you ! The next day I became a little worried and I had to find a place to pray at my job. Lord, I said, "I wrote in that letter to my parents that Jesus had healed Maria, I don't care if they call me crazy, but I have used Your name in that letter. You put that certainty of Maria's healing in my heart, please, now confirm it in Jesus Name."
Of course, the Lord had healed her, so much so that Maria gained 20 lbs within 2 weeks. This was also the doctor's observation time before they sent her home.
What had happened that night when I visited John?
My sister who was in a private cell (room), had asked the nurse for a pail of soapy water and a mop, because she did find it quite dirty - and it probably was. The nurse could not believe her ears and asked Maria what she was saying.
The request was repeated, and the nurse provided the pail, water and mop. Next, Maria started to wash the floor, while the nurse was looking on. She went down the hall, the stairs etc. with the nurse following. Anyway, my sister did not even realize that she was a patient, she thought she was housekeeping staff.
Before she became institutionalized she worked in a nursing home in that capacity. Maria's healing started to take place as soon as I walked through John's front door.
HALLELUJAH ! WHAT A WONDERFUL GOD WE HAVE.
He answers even before we ask.
After two weeks my parents could take her home and of course they brought Maria first to my apartment. My sister responded in a normal fashion, she liked my room and the view from my window. It seemed such a long time since I've heard her speak a normal sentence. I started to cry and so did my parents.
My father asked me to tell him exactly how this all came about. I did not know where to start. So... quietly I said to the Lord: "I don't know what to tell him and how to explain it, because there is no explanation." I just opened my Bible and there was the answer right in front of me. There were a couple of more questions and the Lord gave me the answers in the same manner. Then my father said: "How do you know all that, have you studied theology?" I replied,"Father don't ask me, I don't know."
This first miracle in my life changed me completely, as you can well understand. I also had a desire to live with my parents again to support my sister. My father was not exactly thinking the way I did. He felt he would like to move out of the city where people knew him so well, because of my previous guestionable reputation. It took a while before they had found a suitable home in a small village. Now I needed a job and not too far from our new home was an ammunition depot from the Ministry of Defence. I read in the paper that a secretary was needed.
I did apply for that job, but after my medical examination I was turned down, due to the fact that my lungs did not appear too healthy. According to the Xray I had all dark spots on the tips of my lungs and the doctor thought that I must have suffered from pleurisy at one time. I told him I never had been sick with anything like that, but that I had been a very heavy smoker. Whatever.... I did not get the job.
I went to Neeltje Bouw, the lady preacher, and told her how much I needed that job and what the Xray had shown. I said, "If the Lord can heal a mental sick sister, He can heal my lungs and make them clear." I then asked Neeltje to pray for me, but she did not think it was needed. "You show faith by making that statement, so the Lord will do according to your faith," she replied. And He did. I reapplied, knowing that not too many would go for a job in an isolated area, where about 120 men and one woman worked as soldiers and civilians.
Once more I underwent medical examination, with the same doctor. He asked me already, "Haven't I seen you here before." " Yes," I smiled, knowing that this time he would see something different on the Xray. After a while he came out of a dark room with a large piece of glass with the picture of my lungs on it (old fashioned Xray).
With bewilderment in his eyes, he walked up to me and said, "Weren't you recently rejected, wasn't there something wrong with your lungs?" "Yes", I replied, "but something has happened." Again he went into the dark room and came back with another Xray picture on glass, the one from my first examinitation.
"I don't understand this at all," he went on, "the same person and two different Xrays within a couple of weeks." He looked at me for explanation. "I know," I said, "it is hard to explain, but my lungs have been healed by the Lord."
Of course, that was not a good enough explanation for a doctor. "The Lord... who the Lord !", he replied. This gave me an excellent opportunity to give my personal testimony, and... I got the job. The doctor was never the same again !
I went to live with my parents in Schalkwijk... had a job and supported my oldest sister, emotionally and spiritually. It was not always easy, but the Lord was good and all things were working together for good, for me who loved Him.
Whenever friends and family came to visit my parents' house, I had to clear the downstairs of anything that showed my presence. For me, my life had changed and I had accepted Jesus as my Saviour, but my parents could not fathom that. I was a little too fanatic for their liking.
Someone drove up the driveway, one afternoon, and came to visit us unexpectedly. I had to go out the backdoor, waited until the visitors were in the livingroom, then I had to sneak down the hall and upstairs to my bedroom. My father did not want anyone to know that I was living with them. I often cried and felt unwanted, but I knew the Lord was in charge of my life, He was on my side and working on my behalf.
One evening the minister and an elder from the church came to visit us. They had heard about my sister's healing. The minister said to me: "So, you think that God is just like a lightswitch, you push the button and the light goes on." "Well," I replied, "you sing in church Psalm 81 vers 7, Thou called in time of trouble and I delivered thee and vers 10, open thy mouth wide and I will fill it. Ask and thou shall receive. That is what the Scriptures say... not me."
Then I asked my sister Maria if she would tell the minister what had happened. Maria stood up and said: "I cannot explain what happened to me, but I know that Jesus Christ has healed me." I was sent upstairs, because my father thought I had responded inappropriately to the minister's remark.
I had met the Saviour and nothing was getting between us. The joy of the Lord was far greater than any suffering. Within a year I met a young Christian man and we married two months later. Irresponsible? Not knowing each other? Humanly speaking, yes, but God was in control of my life. Want to read this exciting story? WOW!
The link to my WEDDING STORY is close to the bottom of this page, below the picture of me on my motorcycle. The Lord knew us, and by now we have been married for many years.
God does not make mistakes! Ah.. ah! DID YOU HEAR THAT! We just have to work on it. The Lord gave us 4 children and we immigrated to Canada in 1966.
This is part of my testimony and I just have touched the tip of the iceberg.
God is unlimited and He will manifest Himself in our lives, if we let Him to.
To Him be the Glory, great things He has done.
It is no secret, what GOD can do. What He does for others, He will do for you!
I believe God's Spirit is revealing Himself to your heart right now, that is why He told me to bring this Good News on the Internet. Don't be afraid to lift up your hands towards heaven and cry out to HIM. He is just waiting for that!
Never give up! When you think ALL hope is gone there is still HOPE! ALL things may fail, but Jesus never fails. If life has been beating on you and you're nearly down and out .... WAIT.... LISTEN .... He's calling your name!
You've been staring at your own limitations, disabilities, qualifications, failures, borders, obstructions, what have you. Now look up into His wonderful face, grab His Holy Hand, reach the "IMPOSSIBLE" with the Lord. Remember, He can do a LOT more than you. Throw yourself into His "lifeline".
Allow Him in your life and you will be "eternally" thankful.
a breath closer, a touch away, always in sight, within reach.
He'll hear your cries, see your tears, feel your hurts,
know your fears, heal your wounds, answer your prayers,
lift you up and carry you over hills and through valleys.
Dr. Trudy Veerman © 2014
Surrender your ALL and put ALL your trust in the Father, who sent His Son Jesus Christ to set you free!!!