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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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