I would like to tell a true story about myself, and for the sake of possibly helping others, I'm going to be brutally honest. Normally, I wouldn't say anything, but in this case, I'm the guinea pig.
This is not made up. I say that because of what I will be saying later in this post.
Before I begin, I would like to say that I have received multiple healings through the year in my walk with God.
And I got these healing BECAUSE of the actions I made in faith.
I have been healed of arthritis, bone spur (I think that's what it was), kidney stone(s), that last one of the five episodes, colds, the flu, a brown recluse spider bite behind my knee, lumps in my neck, and many other things I can't think of right now off hand. And unknown to me until recently, there was something else.
I don't know how long ago this started, but it has been well over a year now.
I started getting these symptoms of when I took a deep breath that I had just opened up parts of my lungs that had closed off. It felt like a separation from within my lungs. I thought nothing of it for the longest time.
From there it progressed to this popping or clicking every time I inhaled. It sounded like rice crispy cereal after you poured the milk over it. Like snap, crackle, and pop.
It kept getting louder and more pronounced. Then there was an awful feeling that came. Then it started effecting my throat.
I actually though I had a growth in my lungs because it felt like a weight pulling my esophagus down. And then my throat started hurting and closing in to where the snap, crackle, and popping was followed with a small whistle or squeak. It felt like bubbling and a tickle in my throat, that would cause me to cough. And from there it started affecting my tongue with sores that had eaten away at the surface or skin, leaving it raw and painful, especially when I ate anything salty or acidic. And it made me very tire, even when I woke up in the morning.
This went on for a while until I felt I couldn't hide it any longer from my family, because I really though I was going to die, and yes, I got scared.
I don't suffer well, and I don't function well being sick or having a disease.
I have not gone to the doctors, nor will I, but my daughter who has been very good at diagnosing problems in the past, did the same again using the symptoms I was having.
She said all my symptoms pointed to what is known as Rales, and that there is no know home remedy for it, and that it can kill you. She said it damages and then destroys the lungs until the person dies.
So my family started me out on all natural foods and I took various other things and some vitamins and it helped off and on for a while, but it bothered me that instead of depending on God to take care of the problem, I was trusting in these natural remedies that I condemned on line. And that bothered me until I got mad when my family acted like I sinned when I ate something that would make it worse. Anything sweet, salty, or acidic would cause it to flare up worse.
At first I was looking for time to pray in faith, to build myself up in the spirit through the promises of God, but I found that I got complacent because it made it so that I didn't feel so sick all the time.
When I had enough of that and went at it in prayer, I stopped taking everything and ate everything that I wasn't suppose to, that would normally cause the thing to flare up and make me feel icky and yuk again.
I wanted to let all of you know what attacked me and basically where I am now. Like I said, I'm the guinea pig.
As I said, I prayed and it got better at first, then it got worse.
So I prayed again, and again, and again.
And in my prayers, I don't ask God to help me, nor do I wonder if it is His will for me to be healed. I KNOW it is. That is part of the gospel or good news of Jesus Christ. Jesus bore our sicknesses and carried our diseases. He became a curse for me, so I wouldn't have to bare it myself. Either He has it, and nailed it to the cross, or I do. I choose to cast all my cares on Him, therefore I don't have it.
I'm going to tell you what I have done so far, and what will happen at an undisclosed time, sometime in the future.
First, I repented and asked for forgiveness for all my sins in all sincerity, because our sins are not automatically forgiven or covered under the blood. I know that to be true because Jesus wouldn't have told us to confess our sins so that we could be forgiven of those said sins, and cleansed from all unrighteousness. Also because both sicknesses and diseases are the result of a curse, and if you were not under any kind of curse, you could not get a sickness or disease. That's God's promise to His children. And the the other thing is that in order for God to heal you, you must first be forgiven.
Jesus made that distinction with the man that had the palsy. And that was John the Baptist's mission to prepare the way of the lord Jesus. You sins must be forgiven before God will heal you.
Second, I commanded the spirit of that disease to be bound and cast from me and for the thing to take its stench with it, in the name of Jesus. This is one of the things the bible was talking about concerning believing on or in the name of Jesus.
I did that because all sicknesses and diseases are a direct result of a spirit, and from my many experiences, when the spirit is gone, the disease dies, but the damage still need tending to. For, as the cells of our bodies require a spirit to live, along with our body, so also the cells of a sickness or disease require the same from its host. The host being the foul spirit.
So I commanded them to die, dry up, and wither away and pass out the body in the name of Jesus, because though the spirit is not physical, the stench it brought with it, is. And when the spirit is gone the disease has to die. I just command it to do anyway.
I then asked God the Father, in the name of Jesus, to heal my lungs, throat, and mouth, because that's what it affected the most, among other things.
After I finished praying, I thanked and praised my Father and Jesus for both delivering and healing me.
That was a couple of days ago.
So what am I feeling right now, you might wonder?
Close to the same as I did before, only a little better.
And what would I tell you if you asked me if God healed me or not, seeing that I still have the same symptoms?
Simple. That God both healed and delivered me and the manifestation will follow.
And why do I say that? Because God said in Mark 11:23 -24, that you will have what you say, if you believe and doubt not, and to believe that it has already been given and/or done, WHEN you prayed, and I have done that. So it is given to me.
So yes, I have my healing and I will let you know when it manifests. I tell you that it will indeed manifest, before it takes place, that you might remember that I spoke it, or claimed it, before it came to pass.
Now, I know that if I were to tell you that I was dying, some of you, even some who hate me, might feel sorry for me and pray for my healing. But because I don't have that, help me, attitude, but one of defiance, I believe most will still have animosity towards me.
One of the things I would like to get across to everyone is that whether or not you keep the sickness or disease is entirely up to you. It is your choice.And I'm going to prove just that to all of you. Not because of me, but because of Jesus. I will be bragging on Jesus, for He is both my healer and deliverer.
While many of you are waiting for God to do something for you, He is waiting on you.
We are not helpless victims of the devil's work. If you recall, we are more than conqueror in Christ Jesus. And this is the victory that overcomes the world, even our faith. If I don't have faith, then nothing will happen, right?
Jesus came to destroy the works of the devil in my flesh and yours alike. And if He came to do that, then it is done.
What is my faith in?
For God to fulfill His promise to me.
And what promise is that?
Luk 8:18 Take heed therefore how ye hear: for whosoever hath, to him shall be given; and whosoever hath not, from him shall be taken even that which he seemeth to have.
I do not have rales anymore. I do not agree with it, nor do I accept or receive it, but utterly reject it. For it is a lie of the devil.
And whatsoever I do not agree with, or accept, or receive, according to God's word, which is truth, which makes it a law, has to be taken from me. It CANNOT stay, I both have and stand on the promises of God.
So I will be getting back with whomever reads this to let you know WHEN all the symptoms have gone. It's not a matter of, if, but WHEN, and I just wanted to broadcast it before it happens, to prove the faith I have been talking about for years, really works.
And as I said at the beginning, this is real and not a fake event.
Sorry for its lengthiness.
God's Blessing to all you who are His children.
This is not made up. I say that because of what I will be saying later in this post.
Before I begin, I would like to say that I have received multiple healings through the year in my walk with God.
And I got these healing BECAUSE of the actions I made in faith.
I have been healed of arthritis, bone spur (I think that's what it was), kidney stone(s), that last one of the five episodes, colds, the flu, a brown recluse spider bite behind my knee, lumps in my neck, and many other things I can't think of right now off hand. And unknown to me until recently, there was something else.
I don't know how long ago this started, but it has been well over a year now.
I started getting these symptoms of when I took a deep breath that I had just opened up parts of my lungs that had closed off. It felt like a separation from within my lungs. I thought nothing of it for the longest time.
From there it progressed to this popping or clicking every time I inhaled. It sounded like rice crispy cereal after you poured the milk over it. Like snap, crackle, and pop.
It kept getting louder and more pronounced. Then there was an awful feeling that came. Then it started effecting my throat.
I actually though I had a growth in my lungs because it felt like a weight pulling my esophagus down. And then my throat started hurting and closing in to where the snap, crackle, and popping was followed with a small whistle or squeak. It felt like bubbling and a tickle in my throat, that would cause me to cough. And from there it started affecting my tongue with sores that had eaten away at the surface or skin, leaving it raw and painful, especially when I ate anything salty or acidic. And it made me very tire, even when I woke up in the morning.
This went on for a while until I felt I couldn't hide it any longer from my family, because I really though I was going to die, and yes, I got scared.
I don't suffer well, and I don't function well being sick or having a disease.
I have not gone to the doctors, nor will I, but my daughter who has been very good at diagnosing problems in the past, did the same again using the symptoms I was having.
She said all my symptoms pointed to what is known as Rales, and that there is no know home remedy for it, and that it can kill you. She said it damages and then destroys the lungs until the person dies.
So my family started me out on all natural foods and I took various other things and some vitamins and it helped off and on for a while, but it bothered me that instead of depending on God to take care of the problem, I was trusting in these natural remedies that I condemned on line. And that bothered me until I got mad when my family acted like I sinned when I ate something that would make it worse. Anything sweet, salty, or acidic would cause it to flare up worse.
At first I was looking for time to pray in faith, to build myself up in the spirit through the promises of God, but I found that I got complacent because it made it so that I didn't feel so sick all the time.
When I had enough of that and went at it in prayer, I stopped taking everything and ate everything that I wasn't suppose to, that would normally cause the thing to flare up and make me feel icky and yuk again.
I wanted to let all of you know what attacked me and basically where I am now. Like I said, I'm the guinea pig.
As I said, I prayed and it got better at first, then it got worse.
So I prayed again, and again, and again.
And in my prayers, I don't ask God to help me, nor do I wonder if it is His will for me to be healed. I KNOW it is. That is part of the gospel or good news of Jesus Christ. Jesus bore our sicknesses and carried our diseases. He became a curse for me, so I wouldn't have to bare it myself. Either He has it, and nailed it to the cross, or I do. I choose to cast all my cares on Him, therefore I don't have it.
I'm going to tell you what I have done so far, and what will happen at an undisclosed time, sometime in the future.
First, I repented and asked for forgiveness for all my sins in all sincerity, because our sins are not automatically forgiven or covered under the blood. I know that to be true because Jesus wouldn't have told us to confess our sins so that we could be forgiven of those said sins, and cleansed from all unrighteousness. Also because both sicknesses and diseases are the result of a curse, and if you were not under any kind of curse, you could not get a sickness or disease. That's God's promise to His children. And the the other thing is that in order for God to heal you, you must first be forgiven.
Jesus made that distinction with the man that had the palsy. And that was John the Baptist's mission to prepare the way of the lord Jesus. You sins must be forgiven before God will heal you.
Second, I commanded the spirit of that disease to be bound and cast from me and for the thing to take its stench with it, in the name of Jesus. This is one of the things the bible was talking about concerning believing on or in the name of Jesus.
I did that because all sicknesses and diseases are a direct result of a spirit, and from my many experiences, when the spirit is gone, the disease dies, but the damage still need tending to. For, as the cells of our bodies require a spirit to live, along with our body, so also the cells of a sickness or disease require the same from its host. The host being the foul spirit.
So I commanded them to die, dry up, and wither away and pass out the body in the name of Jesus, because though the spirit is not physical, the stench it brought with it, is. And when the spirit is gone the disease has to die. I just command it to do anyway.
I then asked God the Father, in the name of Jesus, to heal my lungs, throat, and mouth, because that's what it affected the most, among other things.
After I finished praying, I thanked and praised my Father and Jesus for both delivering and healing me.
That was a couple of days ago.
So what am I feeling right now, you might wonder?
Close to the same as I did before, only a little better.
And what would I tell you if you asked me if God healed me or not, seeing that I still have the same symptoms?
Simple. That God both healed and delivered me and the manifestation will follow.
And why do I say that? Because God said in Mark 11:23 -24, that you will have what you say, if you believe and doubt not, and to believe that it has already been given and/or done, WHEN you prayed, and I have done that. So it is given to me.
So yes, I have my healing and I will let you know when it manifests. I tell you that it will indeed manifest, before it takes place, that you might remember that I spoke it, or claimed it, before it came to pass.
Now, I know that if I were to tell you that I was dying, some of you, even some who hate me, might feel sorry for me and pray for my healing. But because I don't have that, help me, attitude, but one of defiance, I believe most will still have animosity towards me.
One of the things I would like to get across to everyone is that whether or not you keep the sickness or disease is entirely up to you. It is your choice.And I'm going to prove just that to all of you. Not because of me, but because of Jesus. I will be bragging on Jesus, for He is both my healer and deliverer.
While many of you are waiting for God to do something for you, He is waiting on you.
We are not helpless victims of the devil's work. If you recall, we are more than conqueror in Christ Jesus. And this is the victory that overcomes the world, even our faith. If I don't have faith, then nothing will happen, right?
Jesus came to destroy the works of the devil in my flesh and yours alike. And if He came to do that, then it is done.
What is my faith in?
For God to fulfill His promise to me.
And what promise is that?
Luk 8:18 Take heed therefore how ye hear: for whosoever hath, to him shall be given; and whosoever hath not, from him shall be taken even that which he seemeth to have.
I do not have rales anymore. I do not agree with it, nor do I accept or receive it, but utterly reject it. For it is a lie of the devil.
And whatsoever I do not agree with, or accept, or receive, according to God's word, which is truth, which makes it a law, has to be taken from me. It CANNOT stay, I both have and stand on the promises of God.
So I will be getting back with whomever reads this to let you know WHEN all the symptoms have gone. It's not a matter of, if, but WHEN, and I just wanted to broadcast it before it happens, to prove the faith I have been talking about for years, really works.
And as I said at the beginning, this is real and not a fake event.
Sorry for its lengthiness.
God's Blessing to all you who are His children.
