Haley and Nathan Tew Attached you will find the story of my daughter, Haley’s, testimony of how God healed her from this brain tumor she had. She gave me permission to send to you to publish (if you like). (Scroll down to read Haley's daily journal of her daily experience that led to a miracle of healing.)
We feel that your published prayer request for her enabled us to receive more prayers support. Also, we would like for people across the world, that prayed for her, to know that God’s miraculous power of healing has occurred in her life!
Thank you for your service in God’s Kingdom!
Blessings to you all!
Lynn Presley
Outreach Ministries
Emmanuel College
Franklin Springs, GA
(706)245-2873 office
(706)680-5363 cell
23 years of Saving Grace
Mark 11:23, "Truly I tell you, if anyone says to this mountain, ‘Go, throw yourself into the sea,’ and does not doubt in his heart but believes that what he says will happen, it will be done for him."
A year and a half ago I was sitting and listening intently to the story of my friend and I became so hungry for the Savior she had experienced. I went on to say that I wanted a story like hers, a story where Jesus intervened so clearly. She looked at me and said the words . . . "but you do. Twenty-two years of his grace over your life, Haley. It is so evident that your testimony is His saving grace." At twenty-three years of age, this truth has become tangible for me.
This last year has been the hardest year of my life. A lot of joy, a lot of ache, a lot of tears, a lot of confusion, a lot of prayer, a lot has happened. But Jesus.
Journal entry Monday, August 3, 2015
On Thursday I was diagnosed with a mass, what they believe is a tumor on my brain stem. To find out, only 1-2% of adults who have brain tumors have my kind of tumor. The Lord is good.
Only You, Lord, can help me. My great Physician, Surgeon, Helper.
I have been empty of words lately.
This has been the longest week of my life.
Jesus, give me strength. Endurance. I hate thinking about how long it will be before I am standing victorious on the other side. You are all that I need. Give me your courage, Jesus.
The first day of 2015 was so full of joy. Then came loss of family members in my husband’s family as well as mine, but I kept busy. School, relationships, graduation, planning a wedding, moving. I was always too busy. I ache because of this.
The day was finally here. I was going to marry Nathan Tew at 6 o’clock that evening. My groom. My heart. My very best friend. My favorite day of any day was this day. We celebrated in the Dominican Republic, he had worked so hard to make sure it was the best week of our lives. It was. But that is when it came. This illness that could not keep quiet. It came so quickly. I tried so hard to ignore it so that I could be all there. I wanted to be there every day, every minute, every second. I knew that this week was the only week we would experience this celebration of our promises we proclaimed to one another [in sickness and in health.] But it just kept growing, this illness, and fear grew in my thoughts a long with the pain and discomfort.
[I still doubt. It has gone from every day, to every week, now to every month. It will go away. The question that it will come back. But if it does, my Savior will, too. He will save me, again . . . and again.]
I came home to a sign in our new home (that Nathan had worked so hard for) living with my new husband. It said, "Welcome home, my wife." I embraced this as much as possible. Wife. My symptoms got worse. One thing led to another and three days later I was sitting in a neurologist’s office. He kept saying the words: glioma tumor, multiple sclerosis, cancerous, benign…he didn’t know.
I tried so hard to keep it together, maybe my heart would too. I couldn’t stop the knot moving up into my throat and my tears that would not subside. As we left the neurologist, I was so ashamed.
My face buried into my husband’s shoulder, barely standing, and everyone there knew. Just like I would know if I watched someone walk in stable-somewhat, and walk out so broken.
We prayed. I slept. Nathan prayed more. And I woke up to him packing a bag for the hospital. I was being admitted for possible brain surgery. No, please. I’m scared. Let me go back to sleep and dream about my reality being a dream. Then I hear my sister's voice on the phone. We exchanged, "I love you" through our tears and silence . . . then she reassures my heart and my health.
I was surrounded by family and their love, tears and hope. Doctors came through repeatedly explaining their confusion. I was discharged from the hospital with a mass on my brain stem that was thought to be an inoperable brain tumor. My heart broke little by little as my husband of 13 days was holding me in that tiny hospital bed reminding me of the Hope that we have.
We then moved in with Nathan’s family so I could see a neurosurgeon at Duke University Hospital in NC. Before any treatment plan was made, my MRI showed that the mass was shrinking. Then . . . "Let’s have another MRI" and another and another . . . .
Tuesday October 6, 2015, I had my last MRI of this year. My doctor reported that there was no longer anything there. Nothing. Only evidence from where it was. I only have reason to believe that so many people were praying for me so that they could witness this movement of God. His power. His miracle. His faithfulness. His goodness. An encounter with the great I AM.
I have wrestled this year and I am tired. I have not found victory in the complete healing, but in the process. It is in the process that we are drawn to the Father. It is in the process we are broken and built back up stronger, courageous, passionate, new. It is in the process when we are at the feet of Jesus. My victory is in my weakness, when His strength is made perfect. The Savior that keeps on saving. By His stripes, we are healed!
Haley Huhn Tew, 2015
[Editor's Comment: My son, Greg Morgan, picked up this story about the tumor want was discovered on the brain stem of Haley from FaceBook several months ago and asked me if he could publish a prayer request for Haley in Hugh's News. I consented to his request and immediately began to pray for Haley and Melvine joined me in those prayers. I want to thank all of you who prayed and have continued to pray for Haley.
When Jesus gave the Great Commission to His disciples He commanded them to preach the Gospel to every creature and to heal the sick. The proclamation of the Gospel--that Jesus Saves, and that He heals are like twins. They are inseparable. We must do both if we intent to follow Jesus and be His disciples.
We used to sing a chorus in our churches a number of years ago that goes like this "God specializes in things thought impossible, and He can do for you what no other power can do."
Here's how it goes . . .
"Have you any rivers That seem uncrossable? And have you any mountains That you cannot tunnel through? God specializes In things thought impossible And He will do what no other No other power but holy power can do."
Nothing is impossible when you put your trust in God.
I have learned since Greg first published this prayer request in Hugh's News that my good friend, George Wilson, from Clinton, NC, is Natthan Tew's grandfather. I had not made that connection when the story broke.
Let's continue to pray for Haley and Nathan. We must never give up praying. It is a powerful force to touch the heart of God and help bring about the results we like to see, hear, learn about, and talk about.
In talking with Jon Potter pastor of our church in Birmingham, Alabama on Thursday, he reminded me of this powerful Scripture passage of the healing power of Jesus and the Gospel that is recorded in the Book of Romans, chapter 15, verses 15-21:
"Nevertheless, brethren, I have written more boldly to you on some points, as reminding you, because of the grace given to me by God, 16 that I might be a minister of Jesus Christ to the Gentiles, ministering the Gospel of God, that the offering of the Gentiles might be acceptable, sanctified by the Holy Spirit. 17 Therefore I have reason to glory in Christ Jesus in the things which pertain to God. 18 For I will not dare to speak of any of those things which Christ has not accomplished through me, in word and deed, to make the Gentiles obedient — 19 in mighty signs and wonders, by the power of the Spirit of God, so that from Jerusalem and round about to Illyricum I have fully preached the Gospel of Christ. 20 And so I have made it my aim to preach the Gospel, not where Christ was named, lest I should build on another man's foundation, 21 but as it is written:
"To whom He was not announced, they shall see;
And those who have not heard shall understand."
NKJV
I want to thank Lynn Presley, the daughter of the Rev. Mrs. Sadie Presley, for sending this powerful testimony of what God has done for Haley. I know Lynn's grandparents on both sides of her family, or I should say, I knew them for they are all now deceased. I was the pastor to Lynn's grandmother, Nita McGraw, the mother of Sadie McGraw Presley, Rachel McGraw McCrory, and Joel Sampson McGraw. Nita was a prayer warrior, the best cook in Conecuh County, Alabama, and a faithful and loyal member of the Brownville Pentecostal Holiness Church near Evergreen, AL. It was there that I really learned what I needed to learn about being a pastor. Those good country folks taught me valuable lessons that prepared me for my ministry as an Air Force chaplain, a college president, a pastor once again, and the director/endorser of Chaplain's Ministries, IPHC. It was there at the Brownville Church on a Wednesday night kneeling around an old wooden altar rail that I finally was baptized with the Holy Spirit and with fire. I can tell you that it is real. I spoke in tongues that night, and continued to speak in tongues for three days. It was at Brownville that I discovered that God had also given me a devotional prayer language which I enjoy to this day. The power of Pentecost, the Baptism with or in the Holy Spirit, prepared me for the ministry I had as an active duty Air Force chaplain and as a college president, as well as the pastor in Birmingham, Athens, GA, and Richmond, VA. I am grateful to the Pentecostal Holiness church for a place to serve God and His kingdom. Whatever success I have enjoyed, I give God all the glory, honor and praise.
Haley, thank you for allowing me to publish your story. May God richly bless you and Nathan in your marriage and lives together as one.]
We feel that your published prayer request for her enabled us to receive more prayers support. Also, we would like for people across the world, that prayed for her, to know that God’s miraculous power of healing has occurred in her life!
Thank you for your service in God’s Kingdom!
Blessings to you all!
Lynn Presley
Outreach Ministries
Emmanuel College
Franklin Springs, GA
(706)245-2873 office
(706)680-5363 cell
23 years of Saving Grace
Mark 11:23, "Truly I tell you, if anyone says to this mountain, ‘Go, throw yourself into the sea,’ and does not doubt in his heart but believes that what he says will happen, it will be done for him."
A year and a half ago I was sitting and listening intently to the story of my friend and I became so hungry for the Savior she had experienced. I went on to say that I wanted a story like hers, a story where Jesus intervened so clearly. She looked at me and said the words . . . "but you do. Twenty-two years of his grace over your life, Haley. It is so evident that your testimony is His saving grace." At twenty-three years of age, this truth has become tangible for me.
This last year has been the hardest year of my life. A lot of joy, a lot of ache, a lot of tears, a lot of confusion, a lot of prayer, a lot has happened. But Jesus.
Journal entry Monday, August 3, 2015
On Thursday I was diagnosed with a mass, what they believe is a tumor on my brain stem. To find out, only 1-2% of adults who have brain tumors have my kind of tumor. The Lord is good.
Only You, Lord, can help me. My great Physician, Surgeon, Helper.
I have been empty of words lately.
This has been the longest week of my life.
Jesus, give me strength. Endurance. I hate thinking about how long it will be before I am standing victorious on the other side. You are all that I need. Give me your courage, Jesus.
The first day of 2015 was so full of joy. Then came loss of family members in my husband’s family as well as mine, but I kept busy. School, relationships, graduation, planning a wedding, moving. I was always too busy. I ache because of this.
The day was finally here. I was going to marry Nathan Tew at 6 o’clock that evening. My groom. My heart. My very best friend. My favorite day of any day was this day. We celebrated in the Dominican Republic, he had worked so hard to make sure it was the best week of our lives. It was. But that is when it came. This illness that could not keep quiet. It came so quickly. I tried so hard to ignore it so that I could be all there. I wanted to be there every day, every minute, every second. I knew that this week was the only week we would experience this celebration of our promises we proclaimed to one another [in sickness and in health.] But it just kept growing, this illness, and fear grew in my thoughts a long with the pain and discomfort.
[I still doubt. It has gone from every day, to every week, now to every month. It will go away. The question that it will come back. But if it does, my Savior will, too. He will save me, again . . . and again.]
I came home to a sign in our new home (that Nathan had worked so hard for) living with my new husband. It said, "Welcome home, my wife." I embraced this as much as possible. Wife. My symptoms got worse. One thing led to another and three days later I was sitting in a neurologist’s office. He kept saying the words: glioma tumor, multiple sclerosis, cancerous, benign…he didn’t know.
I tried so hard to keep it together, maybe my heart would too. I couldn’t stop the knot moving up into my throat and my tears that would not subside. As we left the neurologist, I was so ashamed.
My face buried into my husband’s shoulder, barely standing, and everyone there knew. Just like I would know if I watched someone walk in stable-somewhat, and walk out so broken.
We prayed. I slept. Nathan prayed more. And I woke up to him packing a bag for the hospital. I was being admitted for possible brain surgery. No, please. I’m scared. Let me go back to sleep and dream about my reality being a dream. Then I hear my sister's voice on the phone. We exchanged, "I love you" through our tears and silence . . . then she reassures my heart and my health.
I was surrounded by family and their love, tears and hope. Doctors came through repeatedly explaining their confusion. I was discharged from the hospital with a mass on my brain stem that was thought to be an inoperable brain tumor. My heart broke little by little as my husband of 13 days was holding me in that tiny hospital bed reminding me of the Hope that we have.
We then moved in with Nathan’s family so I could see a neurosurgeon at Duke University Hospital in NC. Before any treatment plan was made, my MRI showed that the mass was shrinking. Then . . . "Let’s have another MRI" and another and another . . . .
Tuesday October 6, 2015, I had my last MRI of this year. My doctor reported that there was no longer anything there. Nothing. Only evidence from where it was. I only have reason to believe that so many people were praying for me so that they could witness this movement of God. His power. His miracle. His faithfulness. His goodness. An encounter with the great I AM.
I have wrestled this year and I am tired. I have not found victory in the complete healing, but in the process. It is in the process that we are drawn to the Father. It is in the process we are broken and built back up stronger, courageous, passionate, new. It is in the process when we are at the feet of Jesus. My victory is in my weakness, when His strength is made perfect. The Savior that keeps on saving. By His stripes, we are healed!
Haley Huhn Tew, 2015
[Editor's Comment: My son, Greg Morgan, picked up this story about the tumor want was discovered on the brain stem of Haley from FaceBook several months ago and asked me if he could publish a prayer request for Haley in Hugh's News. I consented to his request and immediately began to pray for Haley and Melvine joined me in those prayers. I want to thank all of you who prayed and have continued to pray for Haley.
When Jesus gave the Great Commission to His disciples He commanded them to preach the Gospel to every creature and to heal the sick. The proclamation of the Gospel--that Jesus Saves, and that He heals are like twins. They are inseparable. We must do both if we intent to follow Jesus and be His disciples.
We used to sing a chorus in our churches a number of years ago that goes like this "God specializes in things thought impossible, and He can do for you what no other power can do."
Here's how it goes . . .
"Have you any rivers That seem uncrossable? And have you any mountains That you cannot tunnel through? God specializes In things thought impossible And He will do what no other No other power but holy power can do."
Nothing is impossible when you put your trust in God.
I have learned since Greg first published this prayer request in Hugh's News that my good friend, George Wilson, from Clinton, NC, is Natthan Tew's grandfather. I had not made that connection when the story broke.
Let's continue to pray for Haley and Nathan. We must never give up praying. It is a powerful force to touch the heart of God and help bring about the results we like to see, hear, learn about, and talk about.
In talking with Jon Potter pastor of our church in Birmingham, Alabama on Thursday, he reminded me of this powerful Scripture passage of the healing power of Jesus and the Gospel that is recorded in the Book of Romans, chapter 15, verses 15-21:
"Nevertheless, brethren, I have written more boldly to you on some points, as reminding you, because of the grace given to me by God, 16 that I might be a minister of Jesus Christ to the Gentiles, ministering the Gospel of God, that the offering of the Gentiles might be acceptable, sanctified by the Holy Spirit. 17 Therefore I have reason to glory in Christ Jesus in the things which pertain to God. 18 For I will not dare to speak of any of those things which Christ has not accomplished through me, in word and deed, to make the Gentiles obedient — 19 in mighty signs and wonders, by the power of the Spirit of God, so that from Jerusalem and round about to Illyricum I have fully preached the Gospel of Christ. 20 And so I have made it my aim to preach the Gospel, not where Christ was named, lest I should build on another man's foundation, 21 but as it is written:
"To whom He was not announced, they shall see;
And those who have not heard shall understand."
NKJV
I want to thank Lynn Presley, the daughter of the Rev. Mrs. Sadie Presley, for sending this powerful testimony of what God has done for Haley. I know Lynn's grandparents on both sides of her family, or I should say, I knew them for they are all now deceased. I was the pastor to Lynn's grandmother, Nita McGraw, the mother of Sadie McGraw Presley, Rachel McGraw McCrory, and Joel Sampson McGraw. Nita was a prayer warrior, the best cook in Conecuh County, Alabama, and a faithful and loyal member of the Brownville Pentecostal Holiness Church near Evergreen, AL. It was there that I really learned what I needed to learn about being a pastor. Those good country folks taught me valuable lessons that prepared me for my ministry as an Air Force chaplain, a college president, a pastor once again, and the director/endorser of Chaplain's Ministries, IPHC. It was there at the Brownville Church on a Wednesday night kneeling around an old wooden altar rail that I finally was baptized with the Holy Spirit and with fire. I can tell you that it is real. I spoke in tongues that night, and continued to speak in tongues for three days. It was at Brownville that I discovered that God had also given me a devotional prayer language which I enjoy to this day. The power of Pentecost, the Baptism with or in the Holy Spirit, prepared me for the ministry I had as an active duty Air Force chaplain and as a college president, as well as the pastor in Birmingham, Athens, GA, and Richmond, VA. I am grateful to the Pentecostal Holiness church for a place to serve God and His kingdom. Whatever success I have enjoyed, I give God all the glory, honor and praise.
Haley, thank you for allowing me to publish your story. May God richly bless you and Nathan in your marriage and lives together as one.]