About a month ago, I started studying healing, asking God to reveal to me the hidden mysteries of heaven. I have been searching desperately for more knowledge and understanding because recently I have heard the call of God on my life to help others walk out the healing and freedom Christ died for us to have. I have been searching even harder as of late because my team and I have been working in an orphanage for children with special needs. I have been fervently praying for each and every one of these children, both for healing and for an understanding of His will when they are not healed. And one of the many things that I have found through this searching is that Jesus heals to bring glory to God.
Throughout Jesus’ time on earth, thousands of people would bring their sick to Him and He would heal them ALL. I was so ready to experience the same, talking to God about how much glory He could get from healing ALL 107 of these beautiful children, but then He showed me how much glory He is getting from them being the way that they are, revealing each of their hearts, showing me how His glory shines so brightly through their smiles. Through their very existence, He gets glory, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with them in His eyes. Even after coming to understand this truth, I kept praying, longing to see His healing in others because His power has become so real and tangible in my own life, but I wanted so badly to see Him heal someone else.
Yesterday was our day off for the week and I spent the entire day seeking Him, and for some reason, I was filled with more questions than usual. I was more desperate than normal to see his healing in the land of the living. I still didn’t have a lot of answers, but Jesus started to give me more peace in knowing that His will is perfect and good. And no matter what happens, He has these children in His hands and He is still our healer.
This morning I woke up and I continued to search for answers, pouring myself over the scriptures that I had gone to time and time again. And I just started praying…something to the affect of: “Father, I pray you release your Holy Spirit power within me. I want to live out the authority you have given me, the authority to heal the sick, to cast out demons, that the lame would walk, the blind would see, and the sick would be made healthy.” I seriously prayed and studied the word from 8am to nearly 3pm, right before we left for our ministry to one of the homes my teammates and I work at. Every day, except Sunday, we go to another home in the morning to clean, but today, God blessed us with some down time. Little did I know that God was using this time to prepare me.
Two of my sisters, Kiana and Nikki, and I were sitting on the floor of the first level of the home we work at, painting the nails of our girls, as usual, and while we were there, a new girl was brought into our room. As soon as she was placed onto the floor, the Holy Spirit spoke to me, saying that the girl was possessed by a demon. I immediately began praying and casting the demon out in the name of Jesus. As soon as I started praying the girl began to act even more violently than she had been previously. She was thrashing her arms around, forcefully banging her head against the floor, and biting her arm that had previously been bandaged. I turned to Kiana and asked her, “That girl has a demon, doesn’t she?” She responded with great confidence, a strong “Yes!” Kiana then proceeded to walk over to her and sit on the floor next to her; I followed. Kiana held her head as I wrapped one of my arms around her legs and placed my free hand firmly on Kiana’s knee. As Kiana, affectionately known as Kiki, whispered words of encouragement to this little girl, whom we later found to be named Blessing, I continued praying and soon began speaking in tongues. Tears came pouring out of my eyes. I wept for Blessing. I felt the pain inside her heart as she was being tormented by this demon.
When I finished praying, Kiana and I began to worship God, singing songs of praise, rocking her, and proclaiming the power of Jesus’ name. It was then that our sweet Blessing took a deep breath. Her tears stopped and she just laid there in His divine peace.
One of the last songs we sang was “How He Loves.” Right when we began to sing this song, she smiled the most beautiful smile I have ever seen, one of deliverance and freedom–of true joy, and with that came laughter as well. I can’t express how much joy her freedom brought me. The Lord confirmed that this really is what He has called me to–to be like Jesus and bring good news to the poor, bind up the brokenhearted, proclaim liberty to the captives and the opening of the prison to those who are bound. [Isaiah 61:1]
P.S. The next day I went to see Blessing and when I came into her room, she reached for my hand and smiled…once again, God confirmed that this is what I was made for!
