Unlock Your Healing Through Christ’s Love

After I asked Jesus Christ to come into my heart and into my life, I began reading my Bible and talking with Him every day. I had found a relationship that I didn’t know was possible before. One day I heard the Lord tell me that the next time I go to my parent’s home I was to tell my dad that I loved him. I knew this had to be God speaking because our family doesn’t say things like that. My father was jaundice at this time because of alcoholic liver damage. He had drank for many years and had many episodes of violent behavior in our home. I left home as soon as I was able. The last thing I wanted to do was to tell him I loved him. But since I had received Jesus Christ as my savior something had changed in my heart. I could tell the anger towards him was gone and I almost felt a compassion for him being sick even though he had been so mean, at times. I did have the opportunity to follow through with what God had asked me to do. My family was gathered at my parent’s home, eight of us that day. I was listening for the Lord to tell me how to share my feelings of love for him. After eating everyone left the large dining room table. I turned to see my dad still sitting at the head of the table all alone. That was unusual. I looked again and I saw an shadow of a very large angel standing behind my dad with his wings or arms on my dad’s shoulders. I knew that was why my dad couldn’t get up, the angel was holding him there. I heard the Lord say, “Go now.” I went right over and knelt next to my dad and said, “I love you dad.” Then I began to cry because there was so much emotion built up inside of me. I told him again, “I love you dad.” Then he began to cry. I asked my dad to stop drinking so he could be well and live a long life. As we both cried, God’s love poured upon my dad’s heart in a sweet way. Sometimes after that he was admitted for alcoholic treatment. Through family counseling much healing took place within all of us. My dad shared with me during this time that he accepted Jesus Christ as his savior. He never drank again and lived another 30 years to the month.

One day I was trying to decide if I should go to hear a woman speak at our church. I didn’t want to go just to hear another person speak and it not change me or have no affect in my life. I would be taking my small children with me, and it was way below zero outside and we would have to travel 30 miles. There had to be a purpose for me to go. So, I prayed for an hour lying on the floor face down just so I wouldn’t be distracted. After an hour, I heard the Lord say, “If you go, you can ask for anything and I will give it to you.” I was so excited. I decided to ask for the gift of healings, because it would never run out and would be a blessing to so many people. While at this service, we all stood up and sang some worship songs. When we finished, the pastor said, “Now before you all sit down, you can ask God for anything you want.” I was shocked! But I held out my hands and asked God for this gift of healings. I’m sure many people didn’t think anything of it and did not take God seriously. A few days later I asked God how I am supposed to pray for people. I was a nurse and saw sick people and people who just looked brokenhearted. I had never prayed for people to be healed before. I heard God say, “Just tell them how much I love them.” Then I heard Him say, “Just speak to the one’s I tell you to speak to.” I thought that seemed easy enough.

I have witnessed an insane woman unable to walk or talk, be made completely whole walking and talking. One day I came to a woman’s room with her medication. She was the sickest person in that facility. Before entering her room, I heard God gentle soft voice say to pray for this woman. I had already been praying for her when I was home. I prayed in tongues or in the spirit for her to be healed. This woman couldn’t talk, she could only scream and yell. She couldn’t walk or stand. Her face looked very tormented. We tied her to her bed and wheel chair so she wouldn’t harm us by hitting or scratching us. I sat her up in bed to give her medication. It just drooled out of her mouth. I told her that God loves her and He sees her condition and wants to heal her. I told her that Jesus died on the cross for her sins and for her sickness all because He loved her and that she can be healed and delivered and made well. This woman did not look at me or acknowledge that I was even talking to her. I told God that she isn’t able to hear what I am telling her. I asked God to speak to her because she doesn’t seem to be able to hear or understand what I’m saying. I laid her back down in bed, covered her up, and said good night. The next morning, I came to work and the night nurse asked me what I did to this certain woman last night. I said nothing. The night nurse said this certain woman had been talking all night and she hasn’t stopped. Later in the morning, a nurse was walking along side this certain woman who before could not walk. This woman was talking and walking and in her right mind. I was as shocked as every one else was. We have so much unbelief in us. I did not know to talk to her about being saved and accepting Jesus Christ as her savior. I did not know that I should have talk to her about what happened to her and that she was healed because of the love of God. I didn’t know I should have shared about the baptism of the Holy Spirit and prayed for her so she could remain healed. After three days she did return to her previous condition. God teaches and trains us as we walk with Him.

I have witnessed legs grow out to become even, including my own.
I felt led of the Lord to pray for another woman who was on bed rest because her hip had a hairline fracture. I felt bad that she could only lie in bed. The last x-ray report revealed her hip was only 40% calcified and needed to be at least 80% calcified. While giving her medication I asked her if I could pray for her hip to calcify. She was glad to have me pray for her. I shared with her how much God loves her and He sees her having to lye in bed all the time and knows how she feels about that. I prayed that her hip would calcify and that the next x-ray would be a good report and she would be able to get out of bed. Later that week she had an x-ray and it was almost completely calcified. Not only that but this woman showed me that her legs were now even. I did not know they had been uneven. This woman told me when she was a young girl, she was riding horseback and fell of the horse and her leg was two inches shorter than her other leg. She had a built-up shoe. Now this woman was needing a new pair of shoes because her feet were even.

I volunteered as a spiritual caregiver at a hospital in Fargo, North Dakota. I was able to visit all the rooms and small talk and sometimes offer prayer. This certain woman whom I was visiting with had many major health issues and it was a real stretch of my faith because they were quite serious. She did have one leg that was shorter, but it was several inches shorter than the other. That was a stretch of my faith also. I asked this woman if I could pray for her shorter leg to grow out so they would be even. She happily accepted prayer. As I held her horribly uneven legs, the shorter leg slowly lengthened and grew until it was the same length as her other one. We were both so over-joyed! This woman was hooked up to many machines and tubes, so I couldn’t ask her to get out of bed and walk. A nurse came into the room to do a procedure and I left the room.

I have witnessed demonic spirits leave people and leave the room when commanded in Jesus’ name.

I visited a woman at a nursing home and as I walked into her room I could see she was extremely focused on something else within the room. This woman lying in bed never once looked up at me to greet me, but she knew I had come into the room. This woman looked very sad and oppressed at this time. Still her focus was on her bed and on her dresser and on the floor, but never towards me having come to visit her. I pulled up a chair and sat next to her bed then asked her what she was looking at. She said to me, “Don’t you see them.” I told her I couldn’t see anything in the room except for her lying in bed, although I knew she was seeing evil spirits. This woman told me there were many sad little people laying on her bed and sitting up on the dresser and lying all around the room. I told her all these little sad people were making her feel sad. I asked her if it would be alright if I told them that they all had to leave, because they were making her feel sad. She agreed and said I could tell them to leave. So, in the name of Jesus Christ I told all of these sad oppressive evil spirits to leave this woman’s room, that they could not stay her and that they could not come back. This woman looked all around the room and acknowledged that they had all left. I anointed her room in Jesus’ name and told them never to come back.

While working as a nurse at a physical rehabilitation facility in Florida, I became friends with a female patient there. We were close in age and enjoyed taking about the Bible and current political events. I shared with her that I was writing this book and why I was writing it. I told her that I finally got to share my story of abortion and wanted to help other people who were still held in grief because of not being able to talk about it. I wanted to help them release that pain inside. After two months, my friend shared that she had an abortion in 1968,when she was 17 years old. She was 68 at this time. She talked about some of the details. Her father drove her to an abortion clinic and picked her up when it was over. The abortion was not discussed in her home between her and her parents or siblings or anyone. My friend hemorrhaged that night and her father took her to the hospital to stay overnight to control the bleeding. Upon the doctor examining her he identified the sack that the baby had been in and held it up for my friend to see. He told her this is what your baby was in, while looking very disgustedly at her for what she had done. She felt very shameful and alone. She returned home the next day never to discuss the whole abortion ordeal again. Later when she married it was not discussed then either. So of course, it was not discussed with her children. She did not talk to a friend or a counselor or anyone. She said I was the first one she told 50 years later. I felt so badly for her. While her stay at our facility she had two panic attacks that were debilitating for her while having them. She stated she was afraid to talk about her abortion because she had so much anger inside of her that she didn’t know what would happen if it came out. I understood somewhat how she felt. The next day I picked up an ivory-colored baby blanket with a sympathy card to bring to her when I went back in to work later that day. She was never allowed to express her sadness and loss for all those years. Those close to her didn’t know or else the ones who did know didn’t want to talk about it so the door was never open for her to express her grief. I wanted to acknowledge her pain, sadness, and grief by giving her the baby blanket to say, “I care about you and I care about the baby you didn’t get to hold.” “I care about what happened and the injustice it was for you.” “I care about you.” I gave my friend this ivory baby blanket wrapped in a bow with word of sympathy on a card to acknowledge her loss. It was very special, because nobody had acknowledged there had been a baby and a grieving mother all these years. I pray this will begin my friend’s path to recovery. That the anger and pain can be released so she doesn’t have to live the rest of her life in this condition. That is how the “Healing Blanket” began.