Healing Through The Body

As I look back and reflect on that flight to KC and arriving to the prayer room on Feb. 21, 2020, it was literally like I was being admitted into the ER. My body, mind, and soul had been ravaged from the 5-year battle I had been in, and I was now in triage being hooked up to multiple IV’s. 

When you’re in a hospital, you’re not able to do much of anything for yourself…you’re just receiving from others….which is exactly what the Lord had a young lady pray over me one day after church. She didn’t know about me or my situation, but felt like the Lord just wanted me to receive, because in that receiving, I would receive a lot of healing. And in that, God was going to bestow wisdom upon me of what to do.

That is exactly what happened. Over the 3 weeks of being there, I received so much ministry in the healing rooms, prophecy rooms, from deliverance teams, a myriad of loving friends, and from the presence of the Lord while sitting in the prayer room. 

One of the simple, but beautiful gifts of healing the Lord gave me was 30 mins with a friend who had known me 8 years prior when we danced together in the prayer room. As she spoke and prayed over me, it was so drenched with the Father’s heart of compassion and care, my weary heart just soaked it in. 

While praying she began speaking to my true identity and said, “The same crown of beauty you used to dance with, it hasn’t gone away. It’s still there. You’re the same beautiful queen, a princess full of honor and authority. …He’s giving you more beauty from ashes.”

I needed to hear those words of life so badly because the enemy had buried me under condemnation and accusation - telling me that I was such a failure and causing me to doubt if I’m even saved anymore because of my sinful reactions to the abuse and the struggle of feeling hatred in my heart. 

The lies of the enemy were like dark patches over my eyes, and with every word of truth spoken over me, a peak of light was starting to break through and the swirl of chaos was disappearing. 

Another person had prayed over me a few days later and saw me pushing through and walking THROUGH the darkness in order to get to the light. “As u sit at His feet, things are going to start “clicking”in your head and making sense again….”

By the end of the 3 weeks, I was amazed at the strength I felt in my body and spirit, and at all the Lord had done in giving me clarity and direction for my next steps. More on that later….

One thing I’ve learned is that you can’t heal in the same environment that made you sick. In order for the body to begin healing, it must be safe. Until then, it’s just in survival mode where we can often push through and fool ourselves into thinking we’re fine….but that can only last for so long. 

In all of my efforts those 5 years to keep believing, keep hoping, keep praying, and keep forgiving amidst the chronic deceit, control, and manipulation in my marriage, I only found myself more depleted, defeated, and utterly destroyed. 

The Lord’s mercy of getting me to KC for those few weeks was a literal lifeline for me, and the healing and freedom that I experienced could not have happened without the Body of Christ. I’m so grateful for each and every person God used to minister life to me. 

“He sent out his word and healed them, and delivered them from their destruction.”

Ps. 107:20