My Eyes Were Healed!

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The blind can see…

 On December 2, 2006, my eyes were healed. Although it took me a day or so to realize it, they were healed on that date.

Every year Bill Johnson came to Nashville for the weekend and spoke at a conference that was hosted by two different churches here in town. One night he spoke at Grace Center (church) and the other night he spoke at Belmont Church. In December of ’06, he spoke at Belmont Church on Saturday. We had been looking forward to the occasion for a long while.

To back up a bit, I got “saved” in late February of 2006. It was a crazy year, at least compared to any previous years of my life! I immediately began reading all of Dutch Sheets’ books so I could learn how to pray and maybe even figure out what this “intercession” business was all about. No, that didn’t teach me to pray. I learned a lot but what I really was wanting was to learn how to pray like Paul and some others from the Healing rooms – and that just didn’t happen. (God didn’t want another Paul or anyone else! He wanted me, and I am very different from them.)

After getting frustrated by not learning what I thought I wanted to learn, I started reading everything Rick Joyner had written. I started with the Final Quest, The Call and Torch and the Sword. Then I moved on to all his other books. This was all so fascinating! Where had all this stuff been my whole life??

A couple of months later, I ran out of Rick Joyner books to read and discovered Bill Johnson when I saw someone reading his book, Dreaming with God. I thought, wait, we can do that?? I had to go buy that book…and eventually all the rest of them, too.

Do you see why I was excited about him coming to speak?

We went with a group of people we prayed with each week in the healing rooms. We all sat up front, about two rows back from the stage. As he usually does, Bill brought along some students from the Bethel School of Supernatural Ministry. They all came up on the stage and lined up. One by one, they called out words of knowledge for the people in the audience. Each time they called out a word, the people it applied to stood up. (It was always more than one person each time.) They called out things like pain in certain areas of the body; they called out bulging discs and even breast cancer. There were so many different infirmities called and so many people standing up. Everyone remained standing until they were finished with the words of knowledge. Then, we would all pray.

I sat in my seat watching in amazement. I had never been in a conference where they did this. This went on for more than 15 minutes when suddenly they called out astigmatisms. The girl sitting beside me stood up and when I didn’t, Paul nudged me to stand up too. I was a little shocked, lol. I wasn’t expecting anything for me – I wasn’t sick and I didn’t have any crazy pain! I stood up and joined everyone else that was standing. Okay, now the students had finished giving out their words. Bill Johnson came back up and took the microphone to instruct us on praying.

“If you are still sitting, stand up. You are the ministry team,” he said. “Lay hands on those around you. Ask them why they are standing and begin to pray; begin to contend for their healing.”

Those that were sitting, stood up and gathered around those who were already standing. A young man who was sitting behind me came over to me and placed his hands on my shoulder and after asking me why I was standing, began to pray. I have no recollection what he prayed but I do remember it wasn’t a long-drawn-out prayer. It was short and over very quickly. I had removed my glasses before he prayed. When he was finished, I didn’t notice anything different about my eyes but I thanked him anyway and put my glasses back on. I think I was a bit disappointed about not being healed but I let it go and began to pray for some others who were still standing.

Kyana is the girl who stood up just before me with the same word about astigmatism was now looking around, without her glasses, covering one eye after another. The look on her face was priceless! She was healed and she was amazed that she could see. Jealousy tried to speak to me but I said no! I was so happy for her. We both did a little happy dance in celebration.

It was an amazing night – with so many healings and miracles. I was blown away.

On the way home, wearing my glasses, I told Paul that it was crazy but I had a headache. I guessed it must have been all the excitement and didn’t give it much thought after that. We tried to stay up and talk about all the cool things that happened at the meeting but my head was getting pretty bad so we turned out the lights and went to sleep.

The next morning I put my glasses back on when I got out of bed because that is what you do when you wear glasses – especially after 30+ years! My head wasn’t any better; instead, it was actually getting worse. I was also noticing how this headache was affecting my vision; it was so bad that I was having trouble seeing with my glasses on. I kept thinking something serious must be wrong with my eyes!

When my eyes got so bad, I went and lay down on the sofa. The vision thing was making me nauseated and I was hoping that lying down would help. Paul came in and was a bit concerned. Then he got a puzzled look on his face, and said, “Why don’t you take your glasses off and see what happens?”

Well because I didn’t want to!

In the past when I went without my glasses very long, I would get dizzy and nauseated. And since I was already feeling sick, I didn’t want to make it worse. He asked me again so in order to make him stop asking me, I took them off… My head immediately stopped hurting! My vision was clear!

I was shocked! You mean to tell me I was healed and didn’t know it so I wore my glasses for a couple more days?  The answer was YES – I was healed and it never occurred to me that my glasses were now the problem!

My glasses, yeah.

I had just paid something like $600+ for my new progressive lenses but guess what? I didn’t even care! I was healed and was doing my very own happy dance.

Maybe God wants to heal your eyes? This is my testimony and you know, the testimony is the spirit of prophecy. I prophesy you shall be healed! You shall be made whole!

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Jump – A Testimony

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March 13, 2013, at 11:36 am – revisited February 17, 2016

I ran in the house, pressed my back against the door and sighed, the chase was over. “You’re real, aren’t you?” I asked. The overwhelming love of God enveloped me and I began to weep tears of joy that could not be contained. My surrender had been a long time in coming. I fought against it as hard as I knew how. Thankfully, I did not win that fight.

I was a runner, you see, and had run from all kinds of things my whole life. Running and hiding was just what I did. Why did I run? In my mind, I had already blown it there was nothing I could do or say that would change my standing with God. I was afraid of Him and I knew God was mad at me and because of that, I wanted to stay hidden and as far away from Him as possible; I didn’t want to have anything to do with Him. I was afraid that if I looked at Him, He would see me and remember how much of a disappointment I was, how bad I was and had been. And since that was my belief, that was my reality.

Back in late summer of 2005, I began feeling like ‘someone’ was calling me or pursuing me. I couldn’t explain it nor did I tell anyone, especially Paul. He had gone all Jesus on me and was acting weird and peculiar enough as it was – he was the last person I wanted to talk to about these things. The feeling was a little unsettling.

As a family, we had started attending a Methodist church in the neighborhood. Paul said something to the effect of, “God told me I was to go there for one year on assignment.” I had no idea what that meant other than another example of Paul acting weird and being spiritual, again. My attitude was basically one of whatever; I could have cared less why we were attending.

At this new church, I had expectations of finding new friends and families we could interact with, as we had done at our previous church. We had only been in the neighborhood for a month or so and meeting new people who might live nearby was definitely going to be great. Or so I thought. My first encounter was pretty dismal and sad. There wasn’t much joy at all. The conversations with everyone I spoke with were so negative and full of hopelessness that I actually felt a little depressed by the time I left. Ick! People looked at me as if to say, “Just you wait and see. Things are bad and will only get worse!” No one was simply glad to see us or welcome us in.

My first impression was not great, to say the least. I left that day thinking; I really don’t want to go back anymore. Only bad things happened to these people and they were expecting more bad things any minute. Who needed that? I had enough stuff in my own life!

During this time, Paul spent his Saturday’s praying with a Healing Room ministry. When the adult Sunday school teacher discovered this she invited Paul to teach a few classes on healing. Paul had shared with me about his prayer sessions and the people he prayed for so I knew a tiny bit about the concept, but I didn’t really think about it too much, I wasn’t interested.

Paul agreed to teach the class two or three Sunday’s in a row. I must say, it was a pretty eye-opening experience for me; I can only say wow, what an introduction to spiritual warfare! (And I didn’t even know what that was). What Paul didn’t know was that for every problem that someone had in that room, God was to blame. Apparently, just about everyone was a victim of some sort of accident, illness or family crisis. They blamed God for taking their son from them in a car accident. They blamed God for giving their father cancer. They even blamed God for their financial woes.

All this blame that was being put on God grieved me in a way I couldn’t explain. Even though I was afraid of God and how He might punish me, this didn’t sit well. It didn’t feel right. Have you ever been in a room, trying to teach about God’s love and His desire to heal with a bunch of people who just want to crucify Him all over again? That’s what it felt like while Paul was teaching. A lot of anger got stirred up and Paul was being attacked over and over again.

I’m mentioning this because this is the place where God started waking me up. I began to see a tangible collision of light and darkness with my own eyes. I saw the battle Paul was fighting and began to try and defend him. Verbally that did no good so I began to battle for him in intercession, even though I had no clue that that was what I was doing. I began to cry out for his honor, his safety (seriously) and his heart. I did all this in my head so I wouldn’t be attacked too.

The following week, Paul enlisted some of his friends from the Healing Rooms to join while he tried to teach again. One person got healed while nine got angrier.

Have you ever noticed that victims take no responsibility or blame for anything that has happened in their lives? Everyone else is to blame for decisions you made or decisions you didn’t make. I came face to face with the victim spirit those Sundays and even though I had no clue what it was, I simply couldn’t stand it. I didn’t know that some people become what had happened to them, or that they got comfortable with this identity so much that they would fight to stay there.

These sessions stirred up so many things in me. There was a passion growing inside me that I couldn’t explain. There was also a longing for the things I had been seeing and experiencing to be true. I couldn’t talk to Paul about it because I was afraid he would laugh at me and I would be ashamed, and then I would find out that I was wrong. I didn’t want to share these things with anyone who I thought might dismiss them as silly because as long as they were only mine and in my head, I could hope, even though that was a word I could afford to even say out loud.

After the Sunday school class episodes, one of Paul’s friends tried to connect with me and invite me to a book study they were about to have. I declined because I didn’t feel like it was something for me at all, I wasn’t interested in church. Over the next few months, she continued to invite me; by phone, by flyer, by postcards, email, etc. The book they were going to be reading was Captivating by Staci Eldridge.

Also at this time, in August my dad was diagnosed with throat cancer. This really scared me; he had never smoked a day in his life. It scared me because here I was, a seemingly intelligent person smoking at least a pack a day and enjoying it, thank you very much! It scared me so much that I made a decision to quit there and then. Well, that is when I finished the carton I had just bought, but the next week for sure!

In order to quit, I needed to change other habits too. I found I couldn’t sit out on the back porch, drink wine and read my fantasy novels anymore; all of that was part of my smoking experience. I also realized I needed some new habits and a new place to do them. And yes, I did eventually quit smoking.

The doctors told dad that he needed to immediately begin the chemo and radiation treatments, and he needed both at the same time. Besides the obvious problems this could cause, one of our major concerns was what or who was going to care for mom when and if things go bad for dad? She had been diagnosed with dementia many years before and needed constant care at the time; dad was here sole caregiver. That meant if dad was hospitalized we would need to come and stay with mom. And that was not an easy thing, for many reasons.

Mostly dad had outpatient treatments which allowed him to continue to be the primary caregiver for mom, with us stepping in only on treatment days.

One week, I got a call that dad was put in the hospital because his white blood cell count was dangerously low, due to either the chemo or the radiation, I forget which one. While visiting dad, who was sleeping, I noticed my sister was reading the book, Captivating; the one I’d been invited to read with that group of women. Interesting, I thought. I began asking my sister about the book, trying to be nonchalant, as in an, I’m not interested kind of way, but trying to act conversational instead. She didn’t hear conversational at all! She kept going on and on about how this book really spoke to her and was teaching her many things she never knew. It was even helping to heal things from her past sorrows, she said. That intrigued me because her past needed so much healing; even I knew that.

To back up for a moment here, my sister had also been talking to me about God, almost as much as Paul. This generally led to a much-exaggerated eye-roll on my part and a “Geez people, just leave me alone! I don’t need saving, I’m not lost” as my response. Little did I know!

While on my journey to quit smoking, I had changed my reading habits. That included reading other books besides the fantasy novels which I’d been reading exclusively for over 20 years. When I arrived home from the hospital, I ordered that book from Amazon before I could talk myself out of it. It arrived in two days and when it arrived, I consumed it! I couldn’t believe what I was reading. Could these things be true? Could I have been believing lies all these years; God wasn’t really mad at me? WHAT? I hardly dared to believe this good news. I had to find out.

The Captivating book study was still going on and I knew where it was taking place. During the book study, Paul would go to the same house but instead of taking part of the study, he would go out with Randy (the hostess’ husband) to a local coffee shop and pray for people.

The evening I finally went was a divine appointment.

Earlier that afternoon I had helped celebrate a friend’s son leaving for college by throwing a party at my house. Paul was present at the party for a little while but excused himself to go meet up with Randy to pray for people. Since this was a party I had two or three glasses of wine, as usual, but somehow the party just wasn’t there that day. I wanted everyone to leave, I was feeling this strange pull to go attend the book study and find out about the people reading this book or more accurately, find out about if what this book said was true! As these things go, a couple of friends wanted to linger and hang out for a while, but I kept on feeling anxious that I was going to miss something if I didn’t leave soon. I was feeling so antsy and fidgety.

After everyone had finally left, I rushed to get ready for this meeting. The entire time I had an ongoing argument with myself about how stupid I was being. “They didn’t want me there. They especially didn’t want me there if I’d been drinking!” On and on these thoughts went but there was also a pull that kept right on telling me to go. No, it kept telling me to run!

So I went.

I was so scared when I finally pulled into the driveway I was almost in tears. The lump in my throat was so huge I was having trouble breathing. I took the deepest breath I could and went and knocked on the door. The person who opened the door had a look of shock on her face but quickly changed her expression one of welcoming and hospitality.

I followed her into the living room where there were about 10 other women sitting around the room. They looked as normal as any tea party I’d ever been to and not scary at all. My heart was about to beat out of my chest.

Since the meeting had already started by the time I had arrived, I went in and sat as close to the door as I could; just in case I needed to escape.

And I watched. And I listened.

It was like nothing I had ever seen in my life. These women spoke with an authority and power like nothing I had ever seen in my life. I wondered, who were these powerful women and how did they learn this stuff? I was actually a little bit afraid of them! Power just exuded out of them as they prayed. Then even swung a sword and made powerful speeches. (They were making declarations but I didn’t know that at the time) They prayed like I had never heard anyone pray. There was something about those prayers that felt tangible as if the things they were praying for were being granted, even as they were being spoken. What?

Later, they placed the sword in my hands and prayed mighty prayers over me! I didn’t dare move. I didn’t know what was expected of me but I didn’t want to mess it up. They declared and prophesied many things over me. (I didn’t know that’s what they were doing at the time) It felt good but I couldn’t for the life of me explain why it felt good.

I was shaken and undone at the same time.

Paul walked into the house with Randy before our meeting ended and was quite shocked to see me there. He just smiled and went on into the kitchen, saying nothing. He didn’t even question me when we got back home. I didn’t discuss my experiences with him; I was processing too much to even articulate actual words. My mind was reeling. I wondered, had everything I’d been taught or thought I knew been completely wrong? How could God not be mad at me? No, that just couldn’t be true. Maybe some of these things were true but there was no way ALL of it could be so.

The New Year had come and gone and I continued to attend the book studies, mostly watching and learning. In February Paul, along with a few others were invited to go to Toronto, expenses paid for 4 days. I was still struggling with belief for myself, but I really felt Paul should go for sure. I didn’t know what the Toronto Blessing was all about but knew it would somehow change his life. And, hey, it was free right?!

I dropped everyone off at the airport in the pouring rain and all the while, I was trying to reconcile in my heart and mind to all the things I had heard about God. All my previous foundations had crumbled and I didn’t know where to stand. I didn’t even know what I believed anymore.

It wasn’t really a bad place but it was an unknown one. And walking in the unknown had never been a strong suit either. No, I was more used to knowing exactly what was going on and where I was going, or at least in my own opinion I knew and had no problem telling you either. Oh, the idea of being so wrong is quite humbling and the opposite of pride, which I had plenty of, for sure!

And even more humbling, I felt pretty silly having so ridiculed Paul for his walk with God over those past few years, Ha. BUT, there was no way I was going to let pride have its way if any these things turned out to be true. I was torn, wavering between two opinions, literally. I couldn’t breathe and just wanted to get home!

I pulled the minivan into the carport and ran through the rain to the back door. When I got inside I shut the door behind me and leaned my back up against it, looking into the room. I knew He was there waiting for me, waiting on me. I said, “You’re real, aren’t you?” My heart exploded and when it did…I jumped.

I jumped.

He caught me.

Miracles happen all the time and today, I experienced one.

Potted flowers

I was carrying out some plants to the front porch to their summer home earlier today and then decided to take them to the bottom of the steps since it was raining and a good soaking would do them good. I had carried three down the steps and was carrying the forth one when my left foot slipped on the slippery step and slid down four of them. Sadly, my right foot stayed behind me and when I fell, it was to slide down 4 concrete steps with my right leg bent behind me and my shin taking the brunt of the impact. (I’m so thankful I had put jeans on instead of the shorts I started to. It would have really been a bloody mess.)

It happened so fast; one minute I was carrying the potted plant and the next it was shattered on the steps and me, I was sprawled halfway down, stuck even. It took a moment for me to get my leg untwisted so I could get up and access the damage.  The flower pot didn’t make it sadly but I had no broken bones at least. What I did have was a nasty abrasion on my shin and shooting pain down my leg that began at the hip socket on the outside of my right thigh.  Ouch! Poor Paul, he was not feeling well himself so was resting in the room just above the steps. He was awakened by the crashing sound of the flower pot and had no clue what it was. When he looked out the window, it was to see me trying to pull myself back up from my sprawl.

I came in the house to changed clothes so I could assess the damage.  I saw that my shin was totally purple where the abrasion was and my joints:  knee, hip, and ankle were shooting pain. I had a nine inch abrasion on my shin, a small one by my knee and a bruise on my big toe and foot. (so much for the flip flops). After taking inventory, I had the thought I wouldn’t be able to work later this week because I was expecting my leg to just get more stiff and sore as time passed since it hurt so much and looked terrible.

Paul prayed, and apparently so did many others and to be honest, I just wanted to go lie down! I was in the middle of baking cookies and when that last batch came out, I limped into my office to get my bottle of water and my tablet so I could then go rest. As I was walking to my office I felt a shift in the spirit, then in my leg. The joint and muscle pain ceased by at least 50 percent and much of the purple bruising had disappeared. That was so cool. But I was still determined to go and rest a while: I took an ibuprofen and went to lie down for about 30 minutes.

When I got up, the abrasion was diminished even more! The pain in my hip and leg was completely gone and I wasn’t walking with a limp. The pain had been so severe than I couldn’t walk without a limping.  Now there wasn’t any swelling, tingling or shooting pain whatsoever!

I have since gone out and ran some errands and still all is well. If anything, the abrasion is getting even better. It’s amazing!

Paul told Jesus, Thank you! And Jesus told him, “It’s what I do.”

And I say: Thank you Jesus!

And thank you everyone else for praying. He’s a miracle working God! I am healed when I thought I was going to be stiff and sore for days! He is so good.

The first picture is kind of dark. I couldn’t lift my leg very well so I had to make do with the lighting.  Notice all the bruising  and purple areas.

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The second picture is lighter in exposure but you can see the huge difference……20150414_154852