One of the themes this past week during launch training has been that we need to accept the Spiritual gifts we have been given and boldly walk in them. Well, I have been given the gift of healing, and so all week, I have wondered, “How do I boldly walk in that?”
A few days ago we found out that KIM had just received some new orphans, a 2 month old girl, and a 10 month old boy. Both were having some health issues, the girl especially. I can remember hearing that she was in the hospital and they didn’t know how long she would be there for. Immediately the Lord gave me a burden for her, so I began to pray.
Last night the KIM staff needed help-they needed us to volunteer to go to the hospital and stay with the baby, Heartlyn, in 12 hour shifts. No one wanted the 8pm to 8am shift, and so I prayed about it, and the Lord told me to sign up. The girl that was originally supposed to go with me backed out, and so I ended up going with sqaud mate Lindsay Heston. This was key as Lindsay has the annointing of the Holy Spirit over her life. She is a prophet and the Lord is really speaking to and through her right now.
Saturday gets here and all day my heart is burdened for Heartlyn. I can’t seem to shake “that feeling”…a feeling I get when I know God is going to use me to do something crazy awesome! (and I really can’t explain it better than that). However, all day I don’t FEEL like going to the hospital. For one, I was getting a migraine that just wouldn’t go away, my neck was hurting, and I found that I just had this spirit of bitterness sitting over my life. All day I was bitter and didn’t know why. After lunch, I had squad mate Summer pray over me. She prayed healing for my headache, and mentioned it was the devil trying to distract me from what God was gonna do. My headache, my neck, and my bitterness all went away in an instant. Summer then said to me, “Bev, Satan wouldn’t be trying to distract you like this if God wasn’t intending to do something incredible through you tonight.” That feeling grew.
As the day went on the feeling grew and I was very much aware of the spiritual battle I was about to enter. There was war over that little life, and God was calling me into battle to help rescue her. Well, Lindsay and I found out on our way to the hospital that we weren’t just gonna have Heartlyn, but that we would also have Chris John-the 10 month old boy I mentioned earlier was extremely sick and was on his way to the ER. The other day both Lindsay and i asked the Lord to give us a double portion of His Spirit-He heard us.
The night was spent in prayer over these little ones. We went through a cycle-they would cry at the top of their lungs for a while, we would get them calmed down, they would sleep for 30 minutes or so, and then they would wake up crying again. So the whole night was literally spent holding these precious babies in our arms (Lindsay had Heartlyn and I had Chris John) loving on them, praying healing over them, and just speaking the truth of God’s word into thier lives. (all you mom’s out there- I have a newfound admiration for you all…it is HARD taking care of a sick child that you can’t seem to comfort!) I knew in my heart that God was gonna heal them that night, in fact at one point I heard the Lord say, “They will be healed by morning.” And it didn’t come the way we expected. It didn’t come instantly, there was no “warming of our hands” or anything like that (not to say those things don’t happen, because I believe they can and they do…). No it wasn’t like that-we had to fight all night to win this battle. It took patience, tough skin, endurance, and perseverance to push through and not give up hope. We never stopped praying. Not one second. They would start screaming again, and we would go right back to step one: proclaiming truth over them, telling them how beautiful and precious they were and asking the Lord to heal them.
Morning comes and we find both babies in a very pleasant state. Around 8am the doctor comes in to check on their progress, and I promise you, she thought she was in the wrong room! She marveled at Heartlyn and said she would be able to go home tomorrow night (they originally had said she would be in at least another week). And even more so, she could not believe that Chris John was awake, alert, and happy! His sickness had completely left him. (I knew I was winning the battle when his fever broke around 3 am…I kept praying. Then his congestion started getting better. Then they were taking him off of his oxygen. Not one but two miracles happened in that little hospital room last night. We asked for a double portion. We got a double portion. Healing is real, but it is only through the power and the annointing of the Holy Spirit that it is ever possible. These two little ones were healed last night, and we give praise to Jesus. He is glorious. Lindsay and I both knew we were meant to be there last night. The gates of hell trembled in fear and trepadation as we sought the Lord in prayer. We pressed in, we fought, and we were victorious. Praise Jesus!
“And he took the children in his arms, put his hands on them, and blessed them.” Mark 10:16
