Speak the word only…

Speak the word only

Romans 4:17

‘…even God, who gives life to the dead and calls into being that which does not exist.”

Words have impact and power in our lives…

We all confess this to be true, but do we really believe it, do our lives reflect it? What about our prayers; are they prayers filled with item after item of what is wrong with a situation, begging God to hear our prayers and fix everything?

What about those words we choose when we speak to God, do they not have impact and power? (Positively or negatively)

Let me tell you a story that pertains to all of these questions.

Several years ago, our daughter left for college to start the next journey in her life. She wasn’t saved, she was fairly rebellious and as typical of many her age (18), she was into the usual things – drinking and drugs. While she was engaging in the things of college life, Paul and I were having house parties and house church here at home.

One evening during one of these meetings we were going around the room praying for each other’s needs. When it came time for Paul, someone asked about our daughter; how was she? Was she any “better”, had the prayers had an effect? Paul said no and began to remind everyone about Chelsea and how she was such a prodigal – smoking, drinking and doing drugs. Then he began to pray that these things would stop and that she would come to know Jesus when God suddenly interrupted him and said, “When are you going to quit telling me what the problem is and start telling me what the solution is?” Paul was a little bit startled at that, to say the least. He asked God, “You want me to lie?”

Needless to say, our prayers did change to something more like a declaration than a plea. We began to speak the solution over our daughter every day, multiple times a day.

When someone asked how she was doing, we would say, “She’s saved, healed, drug-free and serving the Lord!” (At first, we would then say, “In Jesus name” lol, you know…to make it legal.) 😉

In exactly 2 months after changing our prayers and confessions, this is exactly what happened. She did get saved and all the addictions went away at the same time with God’s “one-step” program.

So it really is true like the Centurion said, “Speak the word only, and my servant shall be healed.” And we, like this Centurion who was attributed with greater faith than anyone in all of Israel, are called to speak those things into being that is the Truth.

The truth is, our daughter was a righteous woman, she was addiction free and she was serving the Lord – in the future. All we did was bring the future into the now with our words. We are co-creators with our Father in heaven. Our life and our words should reflect that. He gave us all power and all authority to do the things He did and more! Didn’t Jesus heal the Centurion’s servant? And since He obviously did heal, isn’t that something we are able to do? His words healed the servant and the officer knew that was all it would take.

Who are our words healing?

Whose destiny are we bringing into today with our words and declarations?

Our inheritance is riding on it. We are to be calling out destinies and futures to our loved ones and guess what? They don’t even have to know about it. We never told our daughter we were calling out her destiny. It wasn’t against her free will, it was about her future and her hope – she just didn’t know it yet.

Let’s make our prayers effectual and powerful. Let’s speak those things that are not (yet) as though they were! Let’s begin to speak of our “situations” as if they were already resolved!

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The Courts of Heaven

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I wanted to share something I wrote in my journal a couple of days ago about an experience I had.

July 4, 2016 (Freedom – Independence Day)

Courts of Heaven

Sue offered to take us to the Courts of Heaven on behalf of my sister in law to get a ruling in her case on the issue of cancer.

I had only gone to the courts a couple of times before this and to be honest I wasn’t sure if I was actually there or if it was my imagination. My previous trips had been a fairly large corporate thing and I was more of a bystander instead of an actual participant. Because of being unsure, I was a little nervous about doing it again; not because I didn’t think it was a “real” thing but more so because I didn’t want to screw it up! I didn’t want to be found lacking and somehow disappoint anyone. Intellectually I know that’s crazy and it’s the enemy whispering his lies again but for some reason in my heart, I was still having some concerns. Fear! I hate it. Approval of men and the fear of disappointment – I hate that too.

I prayed about the upcoming session for a bit but didn’t “hear” anything, so when the time came for us to meet on Google Hangout, I just put on a brave face and went with it. Or as I like to say, I jumped!

Sue was leading the thing so I just stopped worrying about myself and let her lead. Paul also was in on the call and since he had gone to the courts more times than I had, I was starting to be at peace. Jesus was there and I kept getting distracted by Him – my heart kept leaping. Since I was getting a little emotional I discovered that I wasn’t “hearing” some things I probably should have. It didn’t matter, thankfully Paul was listening! Father was there too but Jesus had my attention. He took my breath away…

Without going into details, the enemy was bound and taken from the court room. We were given two different scrolls by Father. When we turned to leave, Jesus turned and followed us out the door. Sue mentioned to us that He doesn’t do that very often. When I saw Him coming with us, I heard in my heart, “I’m coming for you, Ginny. You were very brave to do this and I’m so proud of you.”

I hadn’t shared my fears with either Paul or Sue but Jesus knew of them and spoke to me in love. He never once condemned me for being afraid. Instead, He banished those fears and encouraged me with His words to simply trust or jump for he will always be there to catch me every time. I ended up getting a little emotional again… (He’ll do that to you!)

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A day in the life. . . .

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Yesterday I had finally gotten the chance to get back out and do some much needed weeding in my back yard. After about an hour, Paul was able to come out and help too. We really made a lot of progress and the garden was beginning to re-emerge again. It was in such bad shape! I believe that every weed seed that landed on the ground took root.

We’d already been out there a couple of hours or more taking back the land, so to speak when I decided I had done enough. I got up to go inside to use the restroom before picking up all the tools and piles of weeds.

While in the restroom, I saw something moving on my shoulder out the corner of my eye. I reached around and grabbed whatever it was and felt a sting. When I saw that I had a red wasp in my hand and it had already stung me, I threw it on the floor and stomped it! (It had gotten caught in my hair and I’ll admit it kind of freaked me out a bit!) I then flushed that still wiggling wasp down the toilet, where it belonged! TMI, yeah.

As soon as I took my focus off the wasp, I immediately began experiencing pain. I had gotten stung at the top of my arm but then the pain started shooting across my shoulder blade and down my arm, spreading out from the wound site. I can’t tell you how mad that made me! I began rebuking the pain and telling the venom that it had no right to move through my body like that. It had to stop right now in Jesus name. I wasn’t going to stand for it!

I looked in the mirror at the sting sight and it was already swelling up a great deal. I laid my hand over it and prayed again; rebuking pain and swelling.

After that, I went outside and told Paul about the wasp and what had happened. When we looked at the sting site again, the swelling had stopped increasing and was actually in a reversal. Paul prayed something about the histamines and the pain lessened even more. That was good enough for me. I considered it a done deal.

We cleaned up all our gardening mess, put away our tools and went back inside.

When I got in the shower a few minutes later, there was a little pain but the area around the site was still red, but the swelling was completely gone. By the time I got out, even the redness was gone and there was no pain whatsoever. The only sign that the sting had been there was the little red dot where the puncture happened.

I’ve never had a wasp sting dissolve and go away like that before. It has always taken at least a day if not two to heal.

One thing I can tell you; Prayer works! I know I was divinely healed and when we stand in our authority and pray and declare from that place, miracles happen…..THIS miracle happened!

Today I’m pain free and can hardly find where I got stung. Remember, this is normal, everyday life folks. This is the inheritance we get to walk in today. Invite God into your life and expect Him to show up, because He will.

A Day in the Life

Woman in a Carboard Box

I have a question: Am I radical? meaning, do I live too far out of the box and would you be more comfortable if I were inside that box?

I was talking with someone yesterday about the weather and our authority over it. You see, we had planned a Christmas luncheon for the Healing Center I work in and by the reports of the weather men; we weren’t going to be able to have it. Those that were coming lived in different parts of the state and had many miles to travel to get here and with all the freezing rain and ice that they were predicting that would be impossible to do. (Not to mention, this is the south and we don’t drive on ice, we just don’t do it).

A few days before the event, we began making declarations to the weather systems, the powers and prince of the air and putting them on notice that we would in fact have our meeting and the weather would not manifest as the weathermen kept predicting. We would not dodge the bullet but instead, we were removing the bullet!  We then sent an email out to everyone asking for agreement with our declarations.

On Saturday, that’s exactly what happened; every person who was to come to this event came and there were NO problems with the roads. They were perfectly dry, and of course, we were not surprised.

So back to my conversation yesterday: This person was commenting about the email we sent out about coming into agreement over the weather. They personally wanted it to snow and become icy but they felt a conviction from God to ‘get over it’ and agree with us, which they did. Also, they wondered about us praying like that in the first place. I corrected her and said we weren’t “praying” at all or asking God for anything, but instead we were declaring and commanding as God had given us authority to do. We can’t keep asking God to do for us what He’s expecting us to do.

While she agreed with this on some level (her words), she thought it was a radical belief. As in who does this??  Don’t we just pray and ask God for protection and to keep us safe and that’s it?

I answered, ME, I do this and I’ve seen too much happen to stop declaring now! And no, we don’t just pray for God to do everything for us. We take dominion and declare the enemy’s hand is removed.

I had this conversation about 5 years ago but the question still remains; am I radical, do I live too far out of the box, or are there better questions?

Are you living in a box?

Are you experiencing the kingdom?

Are you walking out the things you talk about?

Me – I’m living on the edge, as far as I can go, today. Tomorrow, the edge will extend out even further.

To answer the original question, no, I’m not radical; this is normal everyday life for believers and especially me. This is what normal is in the Kingdom, but not normal by the worlds standards. I won’t live in that box! If that scares you, stick around because you ain’t seen nothing yet!

On Good Friday, we were yet again declaring storms to cease. Another day in the life. . . .. .