I'm going to post (almost verbatim) my testimony from FB in case some of you can't view it. I missed everybody. So glad to be back.
Where to begin....
In February, my computer completely bit the dust. It was a 10 year old Dell with XP, but I had no clue that it was running on fumes. With a vehicle payment still a few months away from being paid off, I had no choice but to take an involuntary sabbatical.
In March, my right hand was in so much pain. Aleve didn't help. Tylenol Artritis didn't do squat. I went for about 12 days before discovering ibuprofen as the medicine that finally brought down the pain and swelling. I still can't completely close my fist, and I suspect arthritis, but until I get some better insurance, there's really not a lot I can do there.
I would be lying if I didn't tell you that during those 12 days, my father became the scapegoat of my anger and my pain. After all, he had rheumatoid arthritis himself, and I saw this as yet another one of his "gifts" that I didn't ask for and I didn't want. I later repented of this after the pain went away and I realized how foolish I was for thinking this way. Fear almost won.
And on April 16, my whole world changed. The setting was Kid's-Fest (for you at CHM, this is a church sponsored function held every year). I was there just as a spectator. I wasn't involved in any activities. And I sure wasn't expecting a friend who knew my life's story to approach me and introduce to me someone else who had undergone similar traumas, and ask if they could pray over me. I remember immediately saying yes. I also can tell you that this wasn't like the many other times where I was looking for a quick fix to justify myself. As we went away from the crowd to pray, I was intent on this being the nail to finally shut the coffin on the evil that was intended for me.
Just like Andrew Eastmond prophesied on the topic to me 2 years ago, so it began again. I almost broke down and cried when Andrew gave his word to me in 2014. Just like back then, I tried to fight it. Only this time, I couldn't. I was on one knee. A few minutes later, I was on both knees. Several minutes later, I was on my stomach, prostrate. Some minutes later, I cried. And when I say I cried, I mean it.
I truly believe that that encounter was the Holy Spirit's confirmation regarding intercessory prayer. I have run away from it for the past 6 years. I was never one to take dibs on praying for people. Today, it's something I can't stop thinking about.
I just went a little deeper into the water. May He set me ablaze with His Spirit.
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Sat Apr 30, 2016 1:00 am
