As many of you know, I was sent home from the race four months ago.
I injured my back.
I was sent home.
I had a few procedures.
I got better.
And I came back.
As many of you don't know, my back started hurting again in Tanzania.
I would miss ministry, I would start to take my medicine, and I would being to pray.
I asked God what was happening, and He said that He would heal me, like He promised me in Moldova.
And I got frustrated.
He did say He would heal me on this race.. but He didn't say exactly when.
And I did not want it to be at month 11 debrief.
As Tanzania, Malawi, and Nepal (this month) went on, my back pain grew worse.
I couldn't sit on a bus for a while,
It hurt to hike, walk, climb, carry my bag, or pretty much do anything without somebody elses help.
And I kept on getting frustrated.
Rewind to Month 1 in Enniskillen, Northern Ireland.
My contact, John Shades, prophisied over me that I would receive all the spiritual gifts, but only as soon as I let go, and have full faith and trust in God.
Then two more people had the same word for me.
If you didn't know, I have been praying for the gifts since last May.
So these last two weeks, I have become bitter.
Bitter that I have to take two hydrocodone every night to knock me out so I don't feel the pain.
Bitter that I can't lift my bag because it hurts too bad.
Bitter that I couldn't do any of the ministry this month because it involved hiking.
But something happened.
Ashley, my team leader, told me to watch the women in Nepal pray.
When they pray, they get angry.
Not angry at God, but angry at Satan.
Angry that Satan has come into their lives, and wants to punch him in the face and cuss him out for it.
So I started thinking.
I have been bitter towards God for not healing me.
Not bitter at Satan for coming into my body, and literally being a pain in my back.
So two nights ago, during worship with the youth, I got angry.
I yelled and shouted at Satan and told him to get the hell out, in my head.
He was not welcome here, and never will be.
After my yelling, I calmed down and talked to God.
I asked when I was going to be healed, and He said not now, but soon.
And when I would be healed, I would also have all my chains removed, as well as receive the gifts He has promised.
And this made me so excited.
So last night, my team went to something called Soaking, which was in an American family's house, who works with IRIS ministries.
They open their house every Saturday night to Christians, and there is about 60 people in one tinyroom, worshipping, praying, giving words, being healed, and talking to God throughout the night.
Before we started, the man put two stools in the middle and said if you want prayer or healing, come and sit down.
I decided to make a deal with God.
If He wanted me to sit in that chair, three people would have to come and talk to me.
Within the first hour, my team leader, Ashley, came up, prayed for me, and asked when I was going in the middle.
Ten minutes later, my teammate, Matthew, came up and prayed for me and talked with me.
Thirty minutes after that, my squad leader Caleb came up and had a vision for me, and spoke life over me.
I told him that he was the third person, and Caleb told me it was time to go to the stool.
I prayed, and went, but couldn't get through because they were blocked by people praying.
So I went back, and Caleb and Ashley had another word for me.
I ended up breaking down and kneeled on the ground crying out and praying to God.
During that time, my other teammate Ryan, and a random guy named Hunter came up and started praying for me.
As soon as Hunter said he saw the chains falling off, my back instantly stopped hurting, and then I received my full language of tongues.
My pain for almost five months in my back has been constant.. and now there is no pain.
At all.
God is my healer, and He follows through with His promises.
I let go, I rejoiced in God, I received His gifts, His healing, and I now have full trust and faith that He is my Abba, my Father, my Husband, my Healer, and my God.
