The Compassion Cure by Amber

 

The other day, I was heading outside to do some work and saw my sister sitting on the couch, looking miserable.

I knew I couldn’t walk by her. She needed my help.

It was the 5th day in a row.

She had been struggling with dizziness. She was getting increasingly weighed down with worry, frustration, and torment.

She just couldn’t find what it took to rebuke it and have it leave.

I could feel the heaviness and burden she carried, and my heart was moved to see her heart free.

I gave her a long hug and ministered what I had heard God speak to me that morning through 5 or 6 Psalms in a row, all talking about the power of singing and giving praise to the Lord.

I knew that’s what God was speaking to us.

It stood out to me that even the trees of the wood were made to rejoice, and if they are, being one of God’s creations, so are we.

God created everything to praise Him.

Because He did, us walking in the order--that praise--that He created automatically has great power.

I remembered the testimony from one of these previous articles about the woman seeking for healing.

She had a vision of scales, labeled “prayer” and “praise”, with the prayer side being heavily weighted down while the praise side wasn’t balanced.

It fit in with what God was speaking.

Praise is very powerful, equal with prayer.

This is the way God created it.

This also means that everything that is not of God will come against the order God set.

The enemy will try to train your eyes to yourself and your failings, to distract you by focusing on your situation, your problems and your lack instead of keeping your eyes on the One that delivers you.

I also shared with my sister that obtaining healing from God wasn’t something she had to “earn”. He already had it for her, because He loves her.

God created her to have joy, to be free, to rejoice in Him.

I could tell she was receiving and it was setting her free.

The burden was falling away as she realized she wasn’t alone.

I had it on my heart to rebuke in the name in the name of Jesus that spirit of heaviness off of her.

So I did and then began thanking God for freedom, joy, for His Light that overcomes the darkness.

She rebuked it also, and she was free and had joy for the rest of the day.

The next day she woke up completely free from the dizziness, and it’s been gone ever since.

Praise God!!

I can see more clearly what it means to be moved with compassion.

A friend once told me of the power of compassion, and how it is just as powerful as faith, if not more so, because faith works by love, and love is compassion.

When I saw her sitting there, it wasn’t necessarily that I had this great welling of “I’m going to deliver her through my faith” but much more compassion just to see her free and not burdened.

I knew God could do that.

I wasn’t even addressing the dizziness directly.

But as soon as she shifted her focus back to God, that physical affliction no longer had a foothold to stay in her body.

She told me later that she had read that stress can cause dizziness.

She had been stressed, and stressed all the more from being afflicted.

What a device of the enemy!

So—Praise God, the one that delivers us from all afflictions!

The God Who Answers by A.P.

 

Yesterday was a normal, low-key day.

In the evening the kids and I were making dinner.

My husband, Jeremiah, called on his way home from work, as he usually does.

All was well. He hung up, as he was ready to leave service. 

The kids and I continued our dinner prep.

Moments later, Jeremiah called back his voice, very strange and strained.

He was feeling horrible! Had pulled off the road feeling like he was about to pass out, dizzy, light headed, hot, shaky.

My mind was racing.

What is going on?!

In my heart, I heard God speak with clarity.

“You have the authority in Christ Jesus over your husband’s body.”

I began to pray and rebuke the devil attacking him, speaking specifically to any area or organ that came to mind.

I sat helplessly listening over the phone while my husband yelled and moaned, sounding like he was falling—or who knows what.

It burst forth from my lips:

“God, help my husband!!"

Immediately, Jeremiah said, "Wow, I feel so much better!!"

God healed him in an instant!

When the paramedics arrived all his vitals were normal and strong!

After a while he decided to drive home and since there is a long stretch of cell phone dead zone on the route home, I got in the car and drove north to meet up with him and finish the trip together.

What a mighty powerful God!! He is the God who Answers! Jesus is all power and authority! He hears our cry and He answers!

I want nothing to be in the way of this free flow of God’s outpouring!

Late in the night I was awakened with a dream.

In the dream, I was struggling against the demonic.

My own strength and understanding were completely powerless.

But then I cried out the name of Jesus, and everything changed.

I woke up shouting the name of Jesus.

There was a measure of fear on me.

Yet in that half awake state, I saw the name of Jesus shatter all fear.

There is no power in fear.

Satan has no power.

The name of Jesus took the fear and replaced it with Love and Thanksgiving!

I believe my husband is very anointed and has authority over my body as I have over his.

I asked him to lay hands on and pray for my back which has been very painful for a few days.

This morning I woke up pain free, with range of motion and healed!

He Is the God who Answers!

Accessibility Features by Orson

Does God have access to my heart?

He did not, because the door was locked.

I had been bound, unaware of the attacker—and then the door locked behind me.

What was the chance of getting free and getting to door to unlock it?

Zero—without help.

I have been so bound up this last year. No matter what i tried to do, I could not get free.... the torment and anxiety starting to consume me—

It made me fearful, untrusting, bitter, hard, spiteful. Unable to communicate and victimized.

Which only bound me up worse.

My children, my wife, my body started suffering the effects of this—

When I was around people, it made me cynical and untrusting as I felt justified for the "Hurt" that was churning inside me.

I had evidence and "Good" reasons to be afraid.

This fear and mistrust caused me to scoot further from the door and be more tangled and bound up than before.

Ohhh God, I was so bound—

I saw glimpses of light under the door and heard laughter and freedom coming from outside at times...

But the liar had me so ashamed that somehow I deserved this.

Disconnected and unworthy had me- and the occasional knocking on my door felt more like accusatory and condemning than a call to life and liberty...

But...seeing my children being attacked by my captor...

Seeing them ravaged by the same tormenting liar that had me bound...

Seeing my wife get hit over and over and unable to cover or protect her or my children started an anger inside me like a small fire...

I was so tired of being robbed—abused, accused, and told resistance was futile...

My wife started crying out for me and being a light that started to bring hope.

Seeing her free and standing for me, not accusing but calling to me, reminding me of how good past freedoms and victories were.

Remembering..... the joy. Remembering the trust that had delivered me and caused a peace in the middle of the storms... that I was so covered and blessed!

And God could and would deliver me from the liar.

My wife reminded me I had the hidden Key around my neck.

The name of the Key? Help....

She had been using it herself and I saw the effects...

So past how I felt, I started asking for help—that God would have permission to access my heart and redeem me.. and I cried out for help from behind my locked door...

And then God used My children to invite Help in...

When they first came in, I felt extreme discomfort—like a danger and uncertainty feeling...

But then slowly I remembered something.

i had asked for Help earlier that day....

A hope sprang up, a desire greater than the fear . God had heard me and sent HELP...

Yes, the torment was still screaming at me, mistrust, fear were still there accusing.

But I saw the light under the door—

And this time, I said: “God you sent HELP and I receive it!!!”

And then God came in—

He unlocked the door, and unbound me—He turned the light on and He cleaned house.

The Accuser was revealed and got kicked out—and I could see, I could trust, i could communicate, I could stand for my wife and my children.

And I had peace—like a river—and joy washed me.

And immediately God gave me desire for others to see the light and receive help. And Love started flowing again...

Reader- if you are bound in any way.... if you do not have freedom--if you see the effects of torment, fear, anxiety or unworthiness in your life etc …

You are bound by an accuser. if you see any of this, this is the Key you have been looking for!

It is your Key specifically. And it works in every situation.

It works for everyone with a desire to be free...

The key?

Help... you cannot set yourself free. Period.

You must ask for Help- then you must let help in...

You won’t know the effects until the lights come on and freedom comes in.

You won’t know the joy, the peace, the trust until the accuser is evicted.