My Testimony (may 2005)

In June 1996, diabetes type 1 was dicovered in my body. My pancreas was not able to ignite insulin anymore. I had to inject myself 4 times a day. My sugar content was still way too high and too much changing. On top of that, I appeared to be allergic to the needles (I cannot stand the metal), despite of the fact that the needles had been coated, but I had to inject myself anyway.

Due to the fact that my sugar content was never good, I was put in the hospital of Hasselt in September 2003. I had lost way too much weight. Had complaints about my stomach and intestines. Too many white corpuscles. A lot of pain in legs and arms.

The nerves in my legs and arms are contaminated and some nerves have died. I was examined from top to toe. A hose in my stomach, examination of my intestines while I was drugged, several kinds of scans and DNA research. Unfortunately nothing was found. They thought I might be suffering from Crohn's disease or an unusual blood disease. My weight was 52 kilograms at that time (had been 70 kilograms). I tried a lot of things (feetreflex therapy, acupuncture, praying at the grave of my parents, lighting extra candles in church etcetera...).

Unfortunately..... very depressing. I had so much pain that I was not able to concentrate very well.

Finally, at the end of July 2004 (after almost one year), a professor from the hospital of Leuven told me that my proteins diminished too fast, what seemed to be the cause of the enormous pain in my arms and legs. I had to learn to live with the pain, for they were not able to do anything about it. He also told me that I could end up in a wheelchair within a year.

Actually, at that moment, I was waiting for my....

There was no hope left. My wife and children kept me up actually.
We decided to sell our house (I would not be able to climb the stairs....).
Because of this decision we met the buyers of our house.

These people (from the Netherlands) were on holiday in Belgium 'accidentally' and they saw on the Internet that our house was for sale. They wondered why we wanted to sell our house. There is nothing wrong with it, is it? No, I said. I told them that I could end up in a wheelchair within one year. Then they said: "If you agree, we will pray for you tonight, for you have to get better. The Lord doesn't want you to be sick." I asked: what Lord?

They started talking about the LORD and that they were christians and that you should pray. Really pray!!! Our house was not that important anymore.

Their LORD was important. I became very curious.
In the meantime they had been searching on the Internet for the nearest christian church. And that's how I ended up at REHOBOTH.

Sunday September 5th, 2004 was my first visit at Rehoboth. I thought it was great. Frencis, my wife and Moreno & Cheyenne, my children, accompanied me later on. "Jesus has come to live in our hearts," says Moreno," and he will cure you daddy."

The weeks after you all prayed so much for me and my family. I really felt that it was getting better.
I know it's good that my family has also chosen for Jesus.