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?”
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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!
