The power of my God

Thank you, thank you, thank you, my precious Lord! Thank you that I was able to be a part of such a wondrous healing prayer time. Thank you for choosing me as a daughter. Thank you for your marvelous love, your grace, forgiveness, wisdom, understanding, healing, mercy and power!! You will always amaze me. You will always be my King, my confidante, my teacher, my friend, my love. Thank you for using me and teaching me. Thank you for the fantastic blessings you rain into my life. Thank you for a band of friends, sisters and brothers in Christ that are always there NO MATTER what. Thank you for their faithfulness and obedience to your call. Thank you for their steadfastness. Lord, please utilize us however you see fit. Tonight was so needed. It was a blessing to be a part of a prayer team like this one. It was a blessing to see physical healing and experience it myself, where it was so very needed. Thank you for the expectant hearts of all who participated. Thank you that circulation is now coursing through Traci's body and that mine is free of pain! Thank you for all the chains and bondage that was broken tonight. And thank you for the scripture you gave me the moment I arrived home afterward. Acts 8:7-8 "For unclean spirits, crying with a loud voice, came out of many who were possessed; and many who were paralyzed and lame were healed. 8 And there was great joy in that city."

Lord, in Jesus name, I am standing on and believing wholeheartedly in this scripture. I am believing You will allow these things to take place in this city and that ALL the glory will be Yours.

I love you so much!
~kathy

Prayer. I love prayer. I love simply talking to my Lord, but I also love the intensity, reverence and even the combat-like stance that can be accomplished through prayer. The heartfelt note above was written October 12, 2010. It will be a day that I can never forget and one that I will ever be so thankful for.

A group of us gathered that evening at our friend Kim's mother’s home. Her mom was battling a potential deadly disease and they had asked for prayer. Before we began, we chatted shortly with Kim and Traci. Traci’s fingers, all ten, were blue-black from their tips to just past the second knuckle. Her hands were so very cold. This was but one symptom of the scleroderma she was dealing with. The middle finger on her right hand had an open sore the doctors hadn't been able to heal. Just that day they had advised that it would most likely need amputation that coming week.

Encircling her, we began to pray, laying hands on her, commanding the illness to leave her body, for circulation to be restored. I remember vividly at one point, about ten minutes into our prayer, I repositioned a bit. In doing this, I opened my eyes which gave me a clear view of her hands, as I stood behind her recliner. They were pink! An overwhelming feeling surged through me. I can't quite describe it but I have to try. Exhilaration, a deep satisfaction in the evidence that my God would provide healing just as I had known he would. I guess kind of like that feeling you get when you run to your mom or dad with a problem, just knowing they will know what to do, and they fix it. Suddenly all is right with the world once again. An even deeper resolve to continue praying for complete healing filled me. His love was so very present....words don't do the moment justice.

We prayed at least another twenty or thirty minutes. It was such an anointed, holy time. As the Spirit led us to pause, Traci expressed how much better she was feeling. She said she felt renewed. As she was speaking I couldn't help but point out her fingers. They were pink and warm. Everyone was so thrilled, and Traci was in awe. Reverence, is what comes to mind as I think of how we all remained where we were just taking in the experience. It was humbling.

A few of us were still almost silently praying, just staying in the warm glow that seemed to full the room. Then, Cindy said, “I feel like the Holy Spirit wants to heal someone else here tonight.” As her hand moved in front of her in a kind of swirling motion, she said, “It's as if He has troubled the waters.” Immediately I felt the leading, no, a compunction, to step forward, but I stood still waiting to see if someone else would move. I didn't want to take anyone's blessing, to assume He meant me. But, no one moved and that feeling, that compelling, got stronger and I found myself walking over to the place in front of Cindy. I felt I needed to stand in those "waters". I stood there and voice breaking I said, “I have fibromyalgia and I don't want it anymore.”

Everyone pressed in, laying hands on me and began to pray. Tears flowed down my cheeks, as I felt the love of their prayers and a release, if you will. When we had finished, we all sat down, reveling in the moment. Immediately, Cindy punches me in the upper arm and says, “Girl, I didn't know you were dealing with that.” As she did that, my friend Denise sucked in her breath sharply, because she knew what pain that would normally cause me. But instead, my head shot up and I exclaimed, “It didn't hurt! It didn't hurt!” I knew then for certain, God had taken it away. I was healed! Since that night I have had no fibromyalgia symptoms at all. I am so grateful. I had suffered with it, ever worsening, for six years and in one precious moment He had taken it from me.

This experience obviously means so much to me but it has another subtle, yet special meaning. I had read the story in scripture, John 5, when I was about 13, of the pool of water that people received healing from. An angel would trouble, or stir up the waters, and the first person who entered afterward would receive healing. That phrase, troubling the waters, had always stuck with me. I know it wasn’t a coincidence that was the phrase Cindy used that night to describe what God wanted to do. Even in such a grand gift as he bestowed on me, He still chose to personalize it. To speak to me in a way I would know and recognize. We know his voice, we know his love, He cherishes us above all else. I love my Abba Father, my saviour, my redeemer, deliverer, my love. He's my everything, whom I do not deserve.

~kathy bryan