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On
Wednesdays, my prayer partner came over to my home to pray with
me. I had been seeking healing
and freedom in my life for some time through regular prayer counseling
meetings. I'd not been feeling
well the last several days. I had
a significant, sudden water weight gain the few days previously.
I had to go purchase a larger slack size in my clothes to even be able
to go to work that week. My face
was also swollen. I was coughing
up large amounts of liquid (I assumed it was drainage from allergies) at night
as I tried to sleep. There was
intermittent shortness of breath, as well as dizziness.
And extreme fatigue became almost unbearable.
During the prayer time, several memories of my early teen years came
forward. The emphasis was on how
I had been trying to become as physically beautiful as possible at that time
in my life. Being raised in a
critical atmosphere at home, prompted me to focus on physical beauty as an
attraction to garner love from people, as criticism at home made me feel
unloved.
The Lord brought to my mind a particular dream I had one night when I
was 15 years old. The dream was
of myself standing in front of a mirror.
As I stood in front of this mirror, I was speaking out words, or
casting a spell with a chant. I
only recall the last line of the words of this spell, i.e. "make me as
beautiful as the raven's wing." Instantly,
in the dream, I lost 20 lbs. (I actually remembered shifting downward in my
bed when this occurred in the dream), and I looked at my eyes in the mirror,
and they became a fierce, bright, glowing red color.
That was the end of the dream.
The Lord spoke and told me to repent of this witchcraft
that had
occurred in my life years ago. I’ve
never deliberately practiced any witchcraft; however, for some reason, my soul
rose up on me at night, and in the pursuit of what I thought would gain love,
inadvertently made a pact with the devil.
As I confessed this before God and my prayer partner as sin, a huge
flow of demonic forces began to pull off of me.
It could be physically felt in the room by my partner also. I had also offered my heart to so many others in the pursuit
of the need to be loved, but had never offered it to the Lord, deeply.
My prayer partner experienced a vision as this was occurring.
She was seeing a large clock. The
hands on the clock began to spin backwards at a rapid rate, as the
demonic force left me. Then her
left arm began to hurt her significantly. We
prayed and asked God what this meant. The
Lord said, "This is the heart-side, the left arm."
My prayer partner was empathetically experiencing an impending heart
attack that was coming in my life. The
Lord took it to His glorious cross at that moment.
I saw myself, in a picture the Lord
brought to me, going up a mountain, to a small, crude stone altar, and
offering my heart to Him on it. The
heart was old, and very tired physically. I heard the Lord say, "And oh!
What a beautiful heart this is to Me."
The prayer session ended at this point.
I went to bed that night, not giving a lot of thought to what may have
left me demonically during the prayer session.
The next morning, the large amount of fluid gain (edema) literally fell
off of me within an hour after I got up.
I was immediately almost back down to the previous pant size.
Something was incredibly different in how I felt physically.
My heart felt young, even new. The horrible physical fatigue (I had
experienced it for years) was completely gone.
There was no more shortness of breath, or dizziness.
The large amounts of edema that I was coughing up at night dried up
instantly.
As I prayed that morning the Lord told me that He had healed me of an
impending heart attack and heart failure.
That He had literally reversed the aging of my heart physically
(the vision of the clock). He
spoke of King Hezekiah's request
of the shadow on the steps going backwards at his palace, when the sun was
high, as a sign he would be healed and live 15 more years (in the Old
Testament). God can and does
reverse time. I ran outside my
home and ran all over the place! I was not short of breath!
I hadn't been able to run any distance for years without being
physically taxed beyond the norm. I
had a new heart! I could run up a
flight of stairs without it killing me! I
was, for a few days, a running fool, all over the place!
A week later, another thyroid test was done at my doctor's office. It had come back low a couple weeks before, and I was
diagnosed with hypothyroidism just before the healing of my heart. The second test came back completely normal, and baffled the
physicians completely. God had
healed me of hypothyroidism as well as heart disease!
M from Tulsa
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