Last Sunday in church, I went up to be prayed for, for a cyst in my body. The left side of my chest to be exact (geographically).
I think …it was…the whole atmosphere. You know when heaven comes down and kisses you on the forehead ( to borrow a phrase).
There was a whole line of people to be prayed for, various physical ailments. About 30? I stood at the far left of the line. The speaker was praying down the line. I was the last to be prayed for, not that it mattered.
But there something about the atmosphere when I am just there. The only one. Like God sees all 30? 40 of them, each as the ONLY ONE. As if no one was standing on their left or right. That’s how God sees us.
Except in my case, I was really the last one left. And ..well…almost as if led by the Holy spirit, he asked the whole congregation, who at this time was still praying in tongues, to simply …be still. To quieten down. And just …BE STILL.
And this unearthly peace and silence descended on the place.
And you know how, when you experience a change in state, you know it? Even though you cannot put words to it. This is how I can best describe it. I was ‘tight’ and ‘tense’, without even realising it. But when i was loosened and relaxed, then i felt it. And it was also then I realised how ‘wound up’ I was.
I knew I was healed.
To cut the long story short, I went back to my seat and felt for the lump and it was gone! So in delirium and high, I testified later in the day in front of about 80 people! The lump in my chest was gone!
Later that night, when i went home, I felt the cyst again. But markedly smaller.
What am i saying?
1) I know I am healed, and the manifested evidence is the marked decrease in size.
2) The enemy will make me think I am not. And even remind me how I have made a fool of myself by “testifying” in front of the …gasp …church!
3) Finally, I feel I wanna see a doctor to get the truth verified. Facts can change. Truth doesn’t.
