I’d puke all over the side of the road. And we’d drive up to the house, turn right around a week or so later, go back, go through the same thing again. Week after week, month after month. And then at the end of all of it the prognosis is it’s worse or there’s no change. And we’d go through another series of chemo, and then another series of chemo. And finally my whole body shut down. I’m sharing this for a reason. Everything shut down. My kidneys, my liver, my intestines. Everything shut down. I could get morbidly honest with everyone here today but I’m not because many of you would probably get sick at what my wife had to do to keep me alive.
Never left my side. For years! In sickness and in health. Remember those words? And I would hear her next to me and I’d be lying in the hospice hospital bed always just a breath away from death. And it’d be 3 o’clock in the morning and she’d be going [Steve speaks in tongues]. Because the Lord had spoken to her and said this: “Take care of the man of God.” Didn’t give her any other instructions. Just take care of the man of God. And taking care of the man of God meant hell on earth. She literally at times had to hire people to come in and watch over me so she could sleep for an hour. And she always wanted to be there when I died.
But from all that, and coming out of all that, you can only imagine the horrific process of coming out of it. And I’m still fighting. But I’m in a place right now where I’m back. The anointing’s twice as strong as it was before. My voice is as strong or stronger than it was before. The message is clearer. We’re getting invitations to come into the, go to the megachurches to come and speak truth. But I’m going to close with this. I don’t argue with anybody. I don’t. It really doesn’t make any difference. I don’t use the word I don’t care because I’d care about everybody here. But it really doesn’t make any difference to me what you believe.
Tags: its supernatural, Sid Roth