Amy (not her real name) saw me coming in from my ride at the end of shift. Surprised to see me working the east valley, she asked, "What are you doing here?"
I told her I'd been working the east valley for a year. She didn't waste time getting to the point.
"I might need your help with my knee again. It's swollen and hurts a lot. Especially behind my knee."
Amy had been healed of a knee injury a year ago. But the pain and swelling returned. So the question was - would she be healed again?
She pointed to where the pain and swelling were. I asked if she had a few minutes so I could get her healed. She was going off duty and wasn't in a hurry. So we sat on the couch in the day room.
I asked a few questions - basically trying to pinpoint where the pain was located. I placed by hand two inches from her knee and asked if she wanted to be healed again.
"I can already feel the energy coming from your hand," she said with a smile.
"So, I'll take that as a yes", I replied.
I kept my hand about two inches from her skin and commanded spirits of pain and inflammation to leave and commanded ligaments, tendons, cartilage and soft tissue to be healed. She said she felt something moving inside her knee joint.
"Well, you know what that means....why don't you get up and walk on it...see how it feels?"
She got up and walked around.
"I still hurts a little."
"Okay. Have a seat and show me where it hurts."
She pointed to the lateral aspect of her knee. I placed my hand on it, commanded it to be healed in the name of Jesus and had her check it out again.
"Wow...it's feels pretty good."
"That was way too easy," I thought to myself.
We talked for a few minutes then we both headed to the parking lot. The end of another day as one of God's kids.
If you're new to this blog - and you haven't heard this yet...you need to take this to heart:
Anyone can do this.
I sincerely mean it. I'm not someone who has a special gift. Four years ago, I didn't believe in healing. I just decided I was fed up with living a powerless life and I determined that I was going to pray with anyone and everyone who wanted to be healed.
The learning curve for me was pretty steep. I had no faith. I knew nothing about healing or miracles. So the first 400 or 500 people I prayed with weren't healed. But God told me to keep going and not to give up.
So I kept going. And eventually, the miracles came.
So you need to keep going, too. Because the same Jesus who heals through me, also lives in you. He wants to heal people through you. The miracles will come. If you don't give up.
