There’s Power in Family

So here’s what happened: Last Thursday I woke up with a kink in my neck. Seemed like no big deal except it got worse during the day. By the end of the day I couldn’t think about anything else. I had trouble sleeping. The next day it just kept ramping up and the pain spread down my shoulder and left arm. Then nerve pain started to spread up my head and into my face. Friday morning I felt the Holy Spirit saying it was an afflicting spirit and that I should not give up or give in. So, I literally battled this thing in prayer for hours. Not quiet, calm prayer either…but for a while I was a marching and pacing up and down my hallway declaring truth over myself of God’s goodness and declaring the blood of Jesus over it and telling this thing it had to go. (My poor dog thought I was completely nuts.) An afflicting spirit is a nasty little spirit of infirmity or pain or whatever you want to call it. One had been assigned to me to try and cut me off at the knees.

You see, I am writing a book right now with my personal testimonies (yes, there is more than one at this point!) of supernatural healing, as well as some of the others God has healed when I’ve prayed for them. There’s a smattering of other miracles in the book too. “Healing” is the major theme of the book, as well as the hope, victory, and freedom I’ve experienced in my lifetime, and particularly recently.

I’m currently reading, writing, praying, and studying a lot as I’m developing my personal theology of divine healing. And, quite honestly, the devil wants me stopped. I can say this with confidence because it is his mission with every person on the planet to steal, kill, and destroy. He loves to try to tear down the works of God. If he can get us to doubt God’s goodness, not understand our identity, not act in our authority, and live a life of discouragement and victimhood, he considers that a job well done. He does not want my message and my testimony released into the world.

Anyway, I eventually had to resort to painkillers, which I hated doing. (I haven’t had to touch the things since my major healing miracle in September 2018.) The next morning, Saturday, the Father told me again that it was an attack of the enemy against me and it was time to “rally the troops” and ask others for help. So, I sent out an urgent prayer request to a few trusted friends and asked them to pray. I experienced a great reduction in pain that day, but not complete relief.

Sunday morning when I awoke, the pain was back just as strong as ever. It was clear this thing was not gone. The Holy Spirit told me I needed to seek prayer at church. I asked him why I couldn’t get this thing out myself? And that’s when He told me:

I created my children to need each other! You are better together. You all need each other. This helps prevent against pride and self-sufficiency. No one person has all the revelation or all the authority needed. If they did, we would probably follow that person rather than Jesus. He reminded me that even one of my heroes, Randy Clark, who God has partnered with to bring miraculous healing to thousands, needed others to intercede and help him receive his healing after a terrible back injury a few years ago.

I had an amazing time in worship and the Holy Spirit inside of me was getting really excited all through the sermon, because my plan was to get prayer as soon as the service was done. I was technically supposed to be serving on the prayer team, but I just couldn’t wait one moment longer. I had to get the squatter out! I went straight to John & Sarah for prayer, but several others gathered around me as well. (My spiritual mother, Susie, took it upon herself to gather a few other prayer warriors around me.) It took a while because the dang thing did not want to go. I have never experienced such a dramatic deliverance myself before (I’ve just seen it with others). It was frustrating how stubborn it was, but Sarah reminded me to keep trusting God. At one point the Holy Spirit told John to ask me who I was. I said “I am a child of God.” But that was just the beginning and it unleashed words of identity and authority. Words that I have said before, and quite recently as I battled alone, about being God’s warrior daughter who is covered and protected by the blood of Jesus. But now, in the presence of my friends who had been going to battle on my behalf for several minutes already at that point, this was the moment I was delivered: when I declared who I was, commanded it to go, invited the Holy Spirit’s peace. How sweet and good of God to show me that even though I needed the help of family around me to be free, I still have authority and my voice is still powerful! Later Glenn, one of the brothers who was pressing in on my behalf, told us that He actually saw in the Spirit what this thing looked like that was on me. Let’s just say it was ugly. (And Glenn did not know the background of why I was being prayed for so it was even more powerful to me that he saw it.)

It’s such a good reminder that we have an enemy who hates us. But he cannot stick around when the powerful name of Jesus is being called upon. Therefore we do not ever have to fear because: 

You, dear children, are from God and have overcome them, because the one who is in you is greater than the one who is in the world. – I Jn. 4:4

I felt so loved and cared for by all those who laid hands on me and battled on my behalf. (I absolutely love my Won By One family!) God showed me that there is power in family. There’s power in community. There are things we were simply never meant to accomplish alone. And the bigger the battle, the more we need FAMILY.

Though one may be overpowered,
    two can defend themselves.
A cord of three strands is not quickly broken. – Ecc. 4:12


Published by Courtney

I'm on a journey towards hope and healing and glory and I mess up a lot. I laugh a lot. I cry a lot. I'm passionate about many things...bringing glory to my Lord Jesus, loving on my husband and three children, helping people find both hope and healing, creating beauty in the world around me, and working towards healing for my son with severe developmental delays. Join me as I document the joys and the pains, and attempt to process the difficult and the divine.

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