For months, we have earnestly seeking God to be healed.
Systematically, step by step, God has been leading us to this place, drawing us close to Himself.
Again and again, God has answered our cry to heal my husband, Jerome.
That started the night that Jerome called me on the way home and God healed him, as referenced in the article: “The God Who Answers”.
That was the beginning of faith. That was the beginning of confidence that we will find the answer.
Literally, that night, we saw God answer so fast, my kids and I all looked at each other: “Wow, that was crazy cool”.
Yet it wasn’t completed. Something more needed to be found.
A few nights later, God stirred our whole family to pray, and gave us a new heart, as referenced in the article, “Heart Surgery”.
Then, many times in between.
For instance, the night when God filled me with the Spirit.
Or the time God revealed that Jerome, whose father passed away when he was a boy, was NOT fatherless. Or another night, I began to see the spirit of offense in my life, and God delivered me of that.
Then, lately, through a dream, a friend and brother in Christ had about our family. There was a rock in the path we had been going around, yet God was speaking in that dream: “It’s time for that rock to go”.
One night, we sat fellowshipping with other believers about that “rock”, that peculiar blockage in our own life that holds us back from receiving the miracle God wants to give each of us…
What is the miracle you need?
Yet that night, fellowshipping with the other believers, I felt tense, unable to be free in my own spirit. I was tired. Going home after meeting with the other believers would be a long, hard drive.
I didn’t feel like praying or seeking God right then.
My son asked if I was okay; I was honest.
A friend, a sister in Christ, came and asked me that same thing; I was honest. She gave me a hug.
Finally, I began to realize that if I were to allow that feeling to persist and leave there with it, I would be directly hindering the miracle that God wants to give my husband, the healing still needed in his body and spirit.
In my spirit, I heard a still, small Voice: “Humble yourself in the sight of the Lord… Confess your faults one to another that you may be healed…”
So, I spoke up, revealing the ugly thoughts and feelings inside, exposing my need to be set free so God can move in my family.
My friends, the other believers, shared very comforting, encouraging words and prayed over me. My feelings didn't change right away, but there was a sense of relief in having been obedient.
We did indeed have a long, hard drive home.
Heavy snow and terrible roads. Then there were animals to feed and fires to start. We finally fell into bed around 7am.
Then began one of the hardest attacks of the enemy against my mind I have ever been through.
Maybe I am just more aware of his tactics now.
Maybe it's because I have been experiencing actual freedom in my own heart.
The battle raged.
I didn't sleep. I prayed and sang constantly. I watched my husband not feel well for days.
I'd break through the fog for a moment and be right back under.
I wrote out testimonies of victory and wondered if it was even real. I sang constantly, prayed in the spirit, chanted Bible verses.
People called me to encourage me to continue to stand on the word and what God said...
I wept because I felt like such a failure. I gave my feelings of failure to God, yet still felt no relief.
Then one night, around 2am, my husband woke up super afflicted in his body.
We cried out, rebuked the enemy and every tormenting afflicting demon. We woke up the kids so we could all stand together, for I know the power in unity.
(“One will chase a thousand…two will [chase] ten thousand…” Deut 32:30)
Yet still my husband grew worse. I called a close friend and mentor to get more help.
He asked about the symptoms Jerome was experiencing. I told him, and he said Jerome was having a panic attack.
But Jerome said: “I don’t feel afraid.”
The answer came back: "No, it isn't fear. It's stress or something like anxiety."
He began to pray–we began to pray. I began to sing and pray in tongues looking for the revelation by the spirit.
After a long time it was crystal clear...
We are Done with Anxiety!!
I called to each person in the room, "Are we in agreement? Are we kicking this out tonight?"
Everyone began to shout and agree together that we as a family repent of and will no longer give place to anxiety.
We are Done! Jerome shouted, "That's it!!"
Then he shared a revelation of having received that spirit of anxiety.
He had gotten stuck there when his dad died.
Jerome renounced that bond, that family pattern, renouncing anxiety in Jesus name!
We shouted and praised and rejoiced as peace began to wash over us. I could see the symptoms relaxing off of Jerome's body.
I saw a vision of a war helmet: it said Salvation on it. I took this helmet and placed it on my head, buckling it on tight!!!
With my mind protected by Knowing He saves, knowing He Is, we are protected from the attack of the enemy!!
I placed this helmet on each of my children and my husband.
We all said goodnight and went to bed. Jerome and I played music as we relaxed into our bed.
I felt such an extreme relaxing of my muscles that I could not even move!
I just lay there fully flat upon my bed, a feeling I do not even know how to put into words.
In the night I dreamed of a catastrophic event. Huge items falling from the sky, water rising, people in a panic. I gathered my children and the things we needed to take with us and
I thought, "This is why we have been learning to keep our mind fixed on Jesus," and I had perfect peace.
I woke still with that feeling of peaceful relaxing. You see, I too was delivered from anxiety.
We birthed that night.
The whole experience from the expression of lack the other day to peace last night was indeed so similar to the final days of pregnancy and the birth experience that all I can say is, we were brought by God to the place of deliverance.
Systematically God has been bringing us to this place, one thing at a time, one deliverance after another. Setting free, healing and delivering! Hallelujah! Glory to the God who Saves! 💕
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