I started writing this blog post a month ago, and never finished it because the pain and illness passed. Now I am sitting through the hellish ordeal once again and would love your prayers!
So.
The Lord woke me up one cold Tennessee night in early January to say: I am Healer. And I am violent about healing.
Which was an AWESOME word because I spent so much of my race very sick.
He also keeps leading me to a beautiful verse that I have been standing on like woah.
Revelation 22:2– …On each side of the river stood the Tree of Life, bearing twelve crops of fruit, yielding its fruit in each month. And the leaves of the tree are for the healing of the nations.
(I drew this on my teammate’s shirt while in Lao, after being freed from the hospital)
Now, twelve is hugely significant as far as the Lord is concerned. And the Lord is saying His Tree of Life that is in heaven has leaves that will heal me, heal you, heal Africa, heal AIDS. Heal.
And He has spoken some awesome promises over me. And He has opened some HUGE doors for me.
2012 is GOING TO BE A BIG YEAR. He has something AWESOME to be claimed in each month of this year.
But I need to get my hands on this healing word first it seems.
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Here is the cruel, wretched fact about the enemy: he sucks. The last thing earth the enemy wants is for me to be walking in who I am made to be. And for some reason, he seems to think that he has the victory in my life because this health issue is slowing me down. Wait, pause, correction. It has stopped me almost entirely. (I’ve been trying not to let it slow me down, but life seems to be at a standstill until this is all sorted).
And that has me really mad. I want to claim those promises and I want to walk through those opened doors.
(friend’s Bible cover I hand-stitched and drew on)
The Lord is healing art for me, so that He can bring it to the center of my life.
He’s healing support raising for me, so I can walk unencumbered through these open doors.
He’s healing left and right. And I just KNOW that He and his vast army of infinite angels are warring for my health too.
He is a good God. Oh, He’s so good.
So. Please be praying for me–that every last inch of me would be ruled by the peace of Christ, that a freaking miracle will happen in my body and I won’t have to go down medical monotony road, and that I would walk in the victory I know I already have, and that the enemy would know that he is defeated.
I’m tired of being tired. I’m tired of having my face in trash cans. I’m tired of being glued to heating pads and couches. I’m tired of being robbed of my joy and passion and energy.
Thank you for your prayers! I spent all last year learning just how much prayer works. And now I’m standing on it and claiming it for myself.
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In the meantime, I am officially support raising to attend G-42 Leadership Academy in Spain. Date: to be determined based on what you just read above. But, if you want to begin helping me get there, please donate by clicking here and following the prompts!
And feel free to email me at: [email protected] with prayer requests of your own, questions about the health conundrum, or anything else! I always look forward to my morning mail each day!
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Thanks, again!
