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The Cost of Christianity?

About 7 weeks ago I had major surgery. I’ve had a few medical procedures before but this was my first major one with an overnight hospital stay. I coded in the recovery room when they pushed 6mg of morphine for pain before I was ever fully awake but thank God I’m still here and that’s a testimony for another time.

The initial recovery time for this surgery is six to eight weeks. I had a lot of issues the first six weeks with reactions to the nerve medicine I was prescribed and another medication that I was on. It was causing all kinds of pains and symptoms and I couldn’t tell what was coming from where. Was it the pain from surgery? Was it an infection setting up? Was something else more serious happening as a result? Was I having complications? I didn’t know and it was causing anxiety to rear its ugly head.

One day in the midst of all that, I was needing someone to pray for me because I was all prayed out. The tears wouldn’t stop and I just wanted, needed even, someone else to take the reigns for a few moments. My husband was at work and I was tired of bothering him and close sister’s in Christ with the same things over and over again. I was getting on my own nerves and didn’t want to bother others that I knew and were close to me. I needed an outside source, someone who didn’t know me or the situation, who would let me explain what I was going through and how I was feeling and where I was at spiritually so they could pray over me with a fresh perspective.

So I called a prayer line. This prayer line is to one of the many large ministries known world wide. Their doctrine is sound and I’ve called this prayer line before a handful of times when I needed an outside perspective and prayer and the person(s) that I’ve spoken with have always been kind, sincere and genuinely concerned for my well being. This is why I have their phone number set as one of my “favorites” in my phone. Quick access when I need it.

So when I call this number there is of course a recording when the line first picks up where you choose why you are calling, or what department you want, more or less. I selected the prayer line. A brief moment of music played as I was transferred and a recording saying someone would be with me as soon as they were available. I do not know how many people they have on staff or volunteer for this service but I’ve never gotten the same person twice.

When a lovely woman finally came on the line, I expected a greeting somewhere along the lines of “Good afternoon, we are so glad you reached out today, how can we pray for you?”

Instead, I was greeted with, “Hello, thank you for calling, how do you listen to *insert name of ministry here*?”

It stopped me in my tracks. I almost hung up the phone. If this had been my first time calling I probably would have because it hit my spirit the wrong way. I was in the middle of an active anxiety/panic attack needing someone to pray with me, over me, for me, and here they were wanting to know how I listen to their ministry?

I get it. In today’s society there are multitudes of ways to “hear” the Word, from YouTube and Instagram to podcasts and Spotify, and it would be nice to know where people benefit the most and give a company/business/service an idea of where to invest more of their time, resources and money.

However, a prayer line? This is where they chose to ask the question? A prayer line, where I’m sure they know from experience, people are calling in their most desperate moments for a listening ear and prayer over their situation and this is the most important question to ask when someone gets on the line? Where do you listen to us?

I’ll be honest, it cheapened the moment for me. It made me think less of this particular ministry and I’ve been talking to God about it ever since. It made me feel like what I was calling about wasn’t important and could wait while they checked off a box.

When did we cheapen Christianity? What cost is Christianity today? It used to be the cost of your life in some cases (ask any one of Jesus’ desciples) and here we are in 2025 so concerned with what avenue a person listens to our ministry that we would put their burden on hold for a moment to find out where or how.

James 5:16 NKJV
[16] Confess your trespasses to one another, and pray for one another, that you may be healed. The effective, fervent prayer of a righteous man avails much.

When the woman with the issue of blood pushed her way through the crowd and touched the hem of Jesus’ robe, did he stop and ask how she heard of him?

When moments before, Jairus fell down at his feet asking that he come and lay hands on his sick daughter, did Jesus stoop down and ask, “Which synagogue did you hear me preach at?”

Or when the centurion asked Jesus to just speak the words that his servant may be healed, did Jesus say, “Tell me first where you heard I could do that?”.

What is the price of Christianity? Is it “likes”, “stars”, and “thumb ups”? I wonder what kind of letters Paul would be writing to these large ministries in 2025. I wonder how far removed we as Christians have become from true, Christ-like ministry. It starts with each of us and how we treat others.

I Corinthians 8:9 NKJV
[9] But beware lest somehow this liberty of yours become a stumbling block to those who are weak.

What did you said?

When our son was learning to talk and form sentences, he would ask, “What did you said?” when he didn’t hear what someone said.

We would correct him with, “What did you say?” but to no avail. He continued on with his choice of words and he pronounced every single one with gusto. It was cute but we realized it was going to be a hard habit to break. He eventually did break the habit and for the last three years or so, he gets it right.

He is now 7 and we have homeschooled from the start. Today, during his math lesson we were playing a fraction game with a pair of dice (refer to picture). Each person takes a turn rolling the dice and if the written fraction matches the picture of the fraction, you get a check. The first person to three checks wins. The directions even describe it as a game of chance.

So we started the game, he rolled first and his didn’t match. He handed me the dice and as I was shaking them to roll, he said, “I already know you are going to win,” with the sound of defeat in his voice.

The Holy Spirit about knocked me out of my chair. I knew immediately the lesson he was about to learn had nothing to do with fractions and everything to do with, “What did you said?”.

I looked at my seven year old and said, “You just spoke your own defeat. Why would you say that?”

He had a puzzled look.

I went on to explain, on his level of course, how our words impact EVERYTHING. Our words determine the direction we are headed. Our words determine our mood. Our words determine  if we win or lose.

So we started the game over and I told him to speak positive this time. He started by threatening the dice, “If you don’t roll right, I’m going to throw you into next year!”

While funny, I had to correct him again – “No, we don’t use threats, we speak the outcome. Try saying, ‘I’m going to win this round’ each time it’s your turn.”

The game began and his first role was a match. My roll was not. He won that round. You should have seen the look on his face. We kept going.  He wanted to play to five checks instead of three so it took a bit to get there.

Through the game however there were some rolls of the dice that he didn’t get a match. At one point he said, “See, it IS just chance.”

So I stopped and saw another GREAT opportunity to teach him about faith and long suffering and how even when it looks like we are losing, we keep speaking faith. I was able to teach him the struggle between dark and light and when it looks like the dark is winning, we keep speaking light and how it’s a spiritual battle because the enemy comes to steal, kill and destroy.

John 10:10 NKJV
The thief does not come except to steal, and to kill, and to destroy. I have come that they may have life, and that they may have it more abundantly.

I explained it to him like I heard a preacher explain it one time. It really is kind of like the cartoons where you have an angel on one shoulder a devil on the other and they are waiting there to hear what you are going to say. When you speak words that line up with the Word of God (I’m healed, I’m whole, I’m blessed, etc) the angel can go to work and act on those words. If you speak negative and contrary to the Word of God (I’m sick, I’m poor, things will never change) then the devil can go to work and act on those words.

What we SPEAK has power and will determine our future.

Proverbs 18:21 NKJV
Death and life are in the power of the tongue, And those who love it will eat its fruit.

So, what did you said?

GIVE UP

Give up. Yes, you read that correctly, give up.

A few weeks ago God was dealing with me on some things and as I was going about my morning routine I was praying and conversing with the Holy Spirit. I opened the cabinet to grab a mug for some tea and I grabbed this one:

When I looked at it I automatically read it out of habit and then I heard the Holy Spirit say. “Give up.”

My response naturally was, “What?”

Then I heard it again, “GIVE. UP.”

So I asked, “God, what do you mean?”

The things I had been praying about and talking to God about were things I was carrying that I didn’t need to. The constant scenarios in my head of how things could/should/would go and trying to control it all with my mind, (which by the way does not work) were consuming my time, causing me unnecessary worry, and putting me in a bad mood.

God was telling me to give up my control and put these things in His hands.

“Lord, how do I do that? I’m really good at analyzing things in my head, over and over and over…”

Philippians 4:6-7: Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

That was the verse that came to mind.  How many things do we pray about and continue to carry?

When I was in first or second grade I took a tap and ballet class. There was a group of girls, four of them, that I became friends with, or so I thought. They were nice starting off but as class went on, one of them started being not so nice to me. She would talk to me but she would be rude and sometimes she would take the other three girls and walk off saying she needed to tell them something and would leave me out. I wasn’t naive, I knew she was a bully, but at the same time didn’t understand why because I had never done anything to her, I was always nice to her.

She used to carry this satchel type bag that cinched at the top with a drawstring. It wasn’t very big, the kind you wear around your wrist. One day she said she had stuff in there she wanted to show us but then she looked at me and said, “Except you, I’m not showing you,” and she took the other girls off a ways and had her back to me as they stood in a huddle. While she took things out of her bag to show them, she kept looking back over her shoulder at me to make sure I wasn’t trying to peek at it.

I remember standing there thinking how stupid she looked. Just being honest.

So class started and we always put our things up along the wall. This was in the school gym right after school had let out for the day so we always had our book bags, coats, etc.

Well that day my mom was running behind picking me up so I was the last one waiting with my teacher. She picked up the satchel that the girl had earlier and asked me if I knew who it belonged to.

I responded with, “Yes, it’s so-and-sos, I can take it home and give it to her at school tomorrow if you’d like.”

I honestly don’t remember any of the girls names now but I remember trying to hold back my excitement of taking that stupid bag home so I could see what it was she was hiding from me.

My teacher agreed and I took the bag and could not wait to get home. When I did, I ran upstairs to my bedroom, threw my things down in the corner and hopped up on my bed still clutching the satchel. I felt my heart racing and the excitement building even more. I stood up and set the bag on my bed, staring at it. All the scenarios played through my head:

  1. Don’t look because she didn’t want me to and just give it to her tomorrow.
  2. Would she even believe me if I said I didn’t look?
  3. Just throw the bag away and pretend like I never saw it…then remembered my teacher knew I had it.
  4. Look in the bag and give it to her tomorrow at school and if she asks, tell her I didn’t look.
  5. Look in the bag and give it to her tomorrow and tell her I DID look…

I remember standing there forever trying to decide what I was going to do. I was a conscientious child and even though she was mean about it, she didn’t want me to know whatever she had in there and I felt like if I looked, I would be commiting a sin. I struggled with that thought all evening. I hid the bag under my bed when I went down for dinner and mulled over my options as I got ready for bed that night.

I pulled the bag back out and set it on my bed and finally decided I was going to look. I remember dumping the contents out on the bed and looking at a handful of charms (the plastic keychain charms we used to collect in the early 80s), some erasers, and a couple of other trinkets and thinking, “That’s it?” 

I turned that bag inside out to make sure I didn’t miss something and sure enough, that was it. I don’t know what I was expecting but I know I was disappointed. I scooped the stuff up and put it back in the satchel  and tucked it into my school bag.

The next day at school I found her before class started and handed it over saying, “You forgot this yesterday at dance class.” She snatched it out of my hand with a look of fear and immediately asked, “Did you look in it?”

I said,”No, I promise I didn’t, I have no clue what you have in there,” with the biggest smile on my face. I remember the look of unsureness on her face as I walked away. I committed the sin I was so worried about the night before.

Next dance class I arrived with a bag of my own with some of my favorite trinkets in my bag and told the group of girls I wanted to show them what I had, except for “her”. She tried to bargain with me and offered to show me what she had in her satchel if I showed her what was in my bag. I politely declined. I already knew what she had and I wanted her to know what it felt like to be left out on purpose.

I remember the look on her face. She was hurt. At the end of class I went up to her and said, “If you’ll stop being mean to me I’ll show you what I have in my bag and you can show me what you have in yours.” She agreed and we dumped our treasures out to find out we collected a lot of the same things.

I wish I could say we went on to become best friends but we didn’t.  We did however remain friends through the duration of that year in dance class and she stopped being mean to me.

All that to say this…

How many things do we carry around in our “satchel” that we refuse to give up to God? Things that are the most important to us but we hide them away from Him? Things that we won’t even let Him look at?

He wants us to share EVERYTHING with Him, big and small, stupid and important. He WANTS to help us with the things that worry us or cause us stress and WANTS to share in the joy of what brings us joy too! He wants this because it PROTECTS us. That’s how much God loves us.

I Peter 5:6-11 NKJV
[6] Therefore humble yourselves under the mighty hand of God, that He may exalt you in due time, [7] casting all your care upon Him, for He cares for you. [8] Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil walks about like a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour. [9] Resist him, steadfast in the faith, knowing that the same sufferings are experienced by your brotherhood in the world. [10] But may the God of all grace, who called us to His eternal glory by Christ Jesus, after you have suffered a while, perfect, establish, strengthen, and settle you. [11] To Him be the glory and the dominion forever and ever. Amen.

https://bible.com/bible/114/1pe.5.6-11.NKJV

A WARNING

August 26, 2024 about 4:45am

Woke up from a dream where I was at a church.  A large one. The preacher/pastor of the church brought us all into this small room that kind of reminded me of a court room but there was a horse in there. The seats were all around the outside of the room and the floor was open in the middle. The room was all wood, the seats had the wood railing in front of them, like an old timey courtroom without any furniture. Every time I want to refer to the preacher as “pastor” my spirit says, “NO, preacher”. It was as if he thought of himself as a pastor but he wasn’t, he was just a preacher (someone who talks).

The preacher pulled two of his members to the center, one male and one female, and he climbed on the horse. He started to attack them with the horse and you could tell the horse didn’t want to. The two people were trying to block the horse from going into the seats and trampling the people (including me).

As they were doing this, the horse was getting angrier and angrier because it didn’t want to hurt anyone. The preacher was yelling at them how they were doing it wrong and using Bible verses to justify how they were supposed to act and the horse started to physically grow as the fight went on.

Then the horse kicked his front feet up and the two people rushed him, knocking the horse backwards and there were people under the horse along with the preacher fighting to get out from under it. The horse (a dark reddish-brown, very muscular horse) grew and grew and turned into this purple monster looking thing.

As it got back on its feet, as tall as the ceiling now, filling the room (the center area at least), it picked one of the people up with its mouth and threw them against the wall and yelled, “Is this what you want??”

I saw a straight shot for the door so I took off running and the door was locked when I tried to open it (seems like an important part) so I had to unlock it and then go out. I first thougt I would struggle with the door but it was a simple turn of the lock and I was out.

I ran out into the lobby area and into what looked kind of like a gymnasium. The preacher came running after me yelling something like, “Oh, you’ll never get anything running away like that.”

I turned, pointed my finger directly at him as I walked towards him and said, “Repent now, fall to your knees and repent or this church will fall!”. The rest of the people started coming out trying to tell the preacher about the chaos back in the room and I just kept saying what I heard God telling me to tell him – “FALL TO YOUR KNEES NOW AND REPENT OR THIS CHURCH WILL FALL!”

It ended with me directly in his face saying this over and over while people were scrambling all around us and he was trying to talk/disregard what I was saying. I was having to yell over the chaos so the preacher could hear me. I could tell he was feeling convicted, but his pride was keeping him from repenting, especially in front of everyone.

I shared this dream with a couple of trusted people first thing upon waking. This was their interpretation. My interpretation is at the end.

Interpretation #1

This is a warning to the modern churches and their pastors. They’re using the delivery of the events in Revelations (the horses) for their own use and benefit. They are putting themselves in the place of judge and jury (an affront to the position of Christ the judge at the end times). Christ will empower his people to call out the counterfeit pastors. His people will need to not be afraid and listen to His instruction.

Interpretation #2

I know that this is what God is saying to the church today. It’s time for the church to wake up, stand up, and make their voice heard. It is time for the body of Christ to start to use their authority to put down wickedness and take their place in ruling and reigning. God will probably reveal more in the days to come. We need to talk about this again when we have prayed about it some more. But I know that I know that I know that God has a plan and he will involve everyone that is willing to cooperate.

This has to be reflective of the society today. God will overcome and all evil will be put down. They will not win. God always does.

He is revealing this to you and trusting you to follow up and see where he wants you to take it.

Many churches will be called to answer for what they have done or not done.

There’s so many components in this. We need to pray for revelation.

My interpretation

When I sent this via text to the first person, I was typing out, “What am I supposed to do with this?” and as I was typing that I was reminded of this blog that I have not utilized for quite some time (there is a reason for that and another story for another time). So, this is why I am posting here. I was also instructed (in my spirit) to send this to a few others which I will do later today.

I believe this to be about the Church (the Church in general, not a specific one). I believe the horse was the red horse in Revelation and represents war. Not necessarily the specific event in Revelation but it was showing what would happen if the direction given by God was not followed. I believe the message is simple and straight forward – the Church MUST repent or there will be war and the Church will fall. Many will be thrown into chaos if the preachers and pastors do not examine themselves, set their pride aside, fall to their knees and repent.

Do with this what you will.

SWEEP THE NATION

About 13 years ago I had a vision while I was praying one day. I’ve talked briefly about this before and those who knew me then may remember this as well.

I was praying about a lot of things, just a conversation with God. And then the Holy Spirit hit me like a gut punch and I’ll explain the best I can as to what I saw.

I saw the earth and there were winds of light , as if a fanned paint brush had been used to paint whisps of golden air across the globe. They weren’t nation specific, it was everywhere. I actually painted this at one point in time and there are those who can testify to it.

When I saw this, I doubled over and the following words came out of me:

“Sweep the nation. Put the holiness back into Holy.”

I cried. I shook. His presence was overwhelming in the moment.

After it was over I asked God what that meant and I spent a lot of time meditating on what happened. For the longest time I thought it was a personal instruction and I wasn’t sure how to accomplish it so I would just pray about it and seek God. Eventually I realized those words were spoken as to what He was going to do, not something I was supposed to do, so to speak. So I have prayed all these years in agreement and have repeated those words in my prayers. I’ve stood in faith that I would see it come to pass, not even being sure exactly what that would look like.

Over the years I’ve seen the phrase “Sweep the nation” in various articles, heard in sermons, etc, and it hits me all over again.

This morning (02.14.2023) it happened again except this time I heard , “I’m about to sweep the nation. I’m putting the holiness back into Holy.”

Do with this what you will. I’ll continue to stand in agreement with what I heard Him speak to me.

FEAR

FEAR

On my walk yesterday I was listening to a message from Gary Keesee and in that message they briefly talked about fear.

As I was listening, the Holy Spirit dropped this into my spirit and I’ve been meditating on it ever since.

“Fear is the enemy’s form of faith.”

When I heard this, I asked for further explanation and of course it was given.

It’s often said that fear is the opposite of faith, which is true. But to better understand this and fight off fear, we have to understand fear is the enemy’s form of faith.

The enemy has a way of taking Godly things and twisting or perverting them just enough to capture a person who may not have their guard up, or in Biblical terms, have their armor of God on (Ephesians 6:10-18).

Fear is the opposite of faith. Worry is a form of fear. Thinking the worst of a situation is fear. Thinking negatively is a form of fear.

Fear is having faith that the “bad” thing will happen. This is the enemy’s form of faith.

Godly faith is KNOWING the Word and that all things work together for our good (for those who love the Lord -Romans 8:28).

The Word informs us “bad” things will happen to all of us but for those of us who love Him, He will turn that situation into something good. This is what we should always focus our faith on. Not in worry, not in the negative “what ifs”.

What if we started what if-ing positive outcomes? What if I am healed? What if that debt is paid off? What if that relationship is reconciled? Those kind of what if’s will lead us into Godly faith and KNOWING His promises.

Kingdom Business

SEEK what first above all else? The kingdom of God.

WHERE is the kingdom of God? Inside each of us.

WHAT is in the kingdom? Righteousness, peace and joy in the Holy Ghost.

But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you.
Matthew 6:33 KJV

Neither shall they say, Lo here! or, lo there! for, behold, the kingdom of God is within you.
Luke 17:21 KJV

For the kingdom of God is not meat and drink; but righteousness, and peace, and joy in the Holy Ghost.
Romans 14:17 KJV

God’s love

I first gave my life to Christ around the age of 11. That simply meant I chose to believe what the Word says about who God is and who Jesus is. Shortly after, I made the decision to be baptized, an outward declaration to the world of the decision I had made to follow after God.

Then as a teenager, probably starting around age 14, and into my 20’s, I fell far away from any kind of Godly life. That’s a story for a different time.

I was 28 when I rededicated my life to Christ and God. Those that know the story of the prodigal son just make it the story of the prodigal daughter and that was me. For those that don’t know the story, it simply means I was tired of living and doing things my way (because it brought nothing but misery) so I told God I was ready to try things His way again and that I needed His help.

I just turned 40 this past February so I’ve been growing in my faith for 12 years now. I would never want to go back to how I was living in that “middle” part of my life but it has only been in the past six months or so that I have had a revelation in my relationship with God that I didn’t even realize I struggled with all these years.

I’ve always believed and known that Jesus loves me. I’ve never doubted that. God on the other hand, I’ve doubted quite a bit.

God knows every detail of our lives and if you knew every detail of mine, you would see how hard it’s been for me to accept that God truly, relentlessly, constantly, loves me.

I don’t know the exact moment it hit me that I was not fully persuaded that God loves me but it’s been something I’ve been meditating on for quite some time now.

Over the years I would listen to messages or read my Bible on God’s love and God IS love and for some reason, without realizing I was doing it, I would always tell myself, “He may love everyone but not me. Not like that. Not constantly.”

I had somehow convinced myself that God was always kind of upset with me and if He was always kind of upset with me, He didn’t always love me.

This is how I was living my Christian faith. The entire time as I served at my church, as I tithed faithfully, as I prayed in the Spirit, as I talked to others about how God loved them…

I didn’t believe it for myself. I couldn’t accept that God would or could love me. I let past shame, self disappointment and doubt over shadow God’s written Word.

This past week, something clicked. I’ve been working on accepting God’s love for me and working to see Him as the Word describes Him and not what the world says about Him. Not letting MY past or MY actions determine who HE is.

I’ve had to immerse myself in completely opening up to God and letting Him love me. I believe this may be partially the reason he sent us a son who is now 15 months. I have gained a deeper understanding of my relationship with my heavenly Father through the relationship that is building with my son.

God looks at me and smiles and I see it now. He rejoices over me. He wants the best for me. He is on my side. He fights for me, not against me. He is the same God to me that He is for you. Let Him love you.

Zephaniah 3:17
The LORD thy God in the midst of thee is mighty; he will save, he will rejoice over thee with joy; he will rest in his love, he will joy over thee with singing.

GOD STILL HEALS

I don’t even know how to describe my Sunday. I’m laying in bed at 12:30 in the morning trying to process everything.

I’ve never had a day like today. There was heartbreaking news I received first thing this morning that broke my heart for a friend. Then an on time message at church in regards to some other things we are dealing with. A message that confirmed some of God’s promises for our life. Then more heartbreaking news after service. Then an evening service with a special guest minister who spoke something over me that I didn’t understand when he said it. I’ll get back to that in a minute. At the end of service I received healing that I’ve been believing God for, for a very long time. Then once home I found out my Aunt, who I just talked with a few weeks ago, passed on Friday.

The word spoken over me was from Psalm 30:5… weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.

When I heard the news of my aunt, I understood.

I promised God when I re-dedicated my life to Christ that I would always testify of His goodness. I don’t know what else to do right now except that. My aunt is no longer suffering and is healed and whole so I rejoice in that. As for the other heartbreaking news from today I can only trust and believe that God will bring something beautiful out of those situations more than He already has.

As for my healing, I watched my own left leg grow an inch and a half tonight. I was in the presence of God at the altar and a work was done there on a deeper level than I will go into here. But then, at the very end of service, I sat and watched a prophet of God pray for healing in my back as my heels rested in the palms of his hands.

You may have heard me mention before that around age 11 or 12, I had a mishap while cross country skiing where I got my skis crossed and fell hitting my tail bone directly on the spot where the skis were crossed. I truly thought I was paralyzed. I couldn’t move for at least 20 minutes and then forced myself to get up and walk, a very slow walk. I had other injuries after that including a bulged disc and some other issues over the years.

I’ve been to the chiropractor for years to get relief and preventative care. I haven’t been able to go these past few months because even with our new insurance, we haven’t had the money to cover our cost of the visits. I’ve been standing in faith that I’m healed even though in the natural I don’t remember a time I haven’t had some form of back pain going on. I don’t go by what I feel or see though, I go by what I know to be true in God’s Word and tonight that truth manifested.

As I sat back against the chair, straight as I could, when I put my feet in the palms of his hand, my left foot was about an inch and a half shorter. This was no surprise to me because I have not been able to stand flat on both feet without leaning to the right to balance myself out. So as he prayed… I will do my best to describe what I felt… It felt as if hands were wrapped around the bones from my lower back, in my hips, down my legs, to my feet, and pulled every which way to align everything as it should be. I even, not realizing it at first, pulled back against the adjusting and felt the pressure of it pulling me the other way. The work was in progress and there wasn’t anyway I could stop it if I wanted to because I was open to receiving my healing. I saw my left leg, with my own two eyes, grow (realign) an inch and a half. There were witnesses as well. There were others with back problems who were healed in the same way and I watched their legs reallign.

I knew when I stood up and walked, the healing was complete. When I walked across the sanctuary, I stood flat foot without having to lean to one side.

Then, on the way home, as I was talking with God and trying to process everything, I realized I could breath normally. God healed me of asthma tonight and I didn’t even know until I was driving home.

Two things: an obedient man is an instrument of God through which the Holy Spirit can operate. The healing comes from God, not the man, and we have to receive it. Second, the enemy comes to steal, kill and destroy so after healing he may try to bring symptoms back to get you thinking you weren’t really healed. Tell the enemy to shove it and stand on God’s promise of healing.

I still don’t know how to describe my overall day. There’s much in the details (outside of my healing) I’m choosing not to share and half of it isn’t mine to share anyways.

Pray for me and my family. My Aunt meant a lot to me.

Regardless of this up and down day, God is still good and the same today as He was yesterday and I can depend on Him tomorrow as well.

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