Day - zzzed: I awoke in so much pain of many kinds and left side post heart attack weakening fatigue that using my walker required heroic effort. I was in early church this morning. I went there an hour and a half before service to rest in the Lord while the band warmed up. The message was on king David laying flat out before the Lord inviting Him to search Davids heart and purify him. Pastor said sometimes we dont go genuine or deep enough with God to be released from what binds us because we are western thinking selfish and prideful. At the altar call, I was compelled to show God my humble, real desire to be free. So I pushed my walker aside, crawled to the altar on my belly using mostly my right arm and dragging my legs. I showed My Lord quick genuine obedience by stretching my arms out to my sides like a cross. This pushed my nose ridge and forehead into the carpet, but I didnt care one bit. While I lay there praying my whole body became limp like a wet dishrag. Even my shoulders seemed to fall into the floor. It felt like I suddenly fell into a deep sleep. When I began waking up my body felt detached somehow. I did not feel anything. Then I felt My Lord kneel to my left on one knee. His right hand rested on my left shoulder blade. He did not speak at all, but I felt youthful strength surge through my left side, then my whole body. Arthritis, Bursitis, Dresslers Syndrome, Total left side fatigue and cardiac damage, left ear deafness, Left eye blindness and thumb damage from both hands were completely absent. in their place was the overwhelming real awareness that I was healed with the body and strength of a young athlete. I held my hands out, stretched them and flexed them as power and life surged through them and then the rest of me. All I could do is cry with overwhelming joy. I was even giggling with joy that my bride wife, JoAnne, is home Christ Jesus forever, never to know pain again. Evil can NEVER touch her again! I tore off my two sets of hand braces and laid them at the altar steps. I left the altar, carried my walker back to it and left them there. Walking away powerful and pain free, all I could do is cry with joy, babble meaningless mutterings and thank Him for everything. The perfect storm is over! The hold is broken! Thank you Jesus!!!
Posted on: Sun, 29 Jun 2014 20:35:09 +0000
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