“So if the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed.”
[John 8:36 NIV]
Darin writes:
I played games with God. I would sin, just a little bit, to where guilt would not be a problem, but the pull of God would be more distant. When we Christians give ourselves to the things of this world, we give our authority to Satan. Although not all health problems are because of this issue, I believe mine were.
Reflex Sympathetic Dystrophy (RSD) began to develop in 1996. It causes the sympathetic nerves to over-fire, which causes swelling, poor circulation, muscle and bone deterioration, and it is very painful. I had seven doctors that diagnosed the condition and an array of medical test and treatments.
I worked for ten years with that pain. There were times when I could not sit still in a chair because my body went into emergency mode and it was impossible to sit still with that much pain. I worked through all of that, but when the medications started to make it impossible to concentrate or even remember conversations, I knew that I was in trouble. The final straw was two automobile accidents from falling asleep at the wheel. No longer could I work. I had a degree with several honors, but all of that was worthless. Everything in my life was affected. Many people are heartless when it comes to poor health, especially in churches. Thank God, I knew I always had some hope, Jesus Christ.
I submitted to God and started writing. Submission and digging daily into God’s word started to stir something inside me. I could not pray because of the inability to concentrate. However, I just started telling God, “God I Love You”. Finally, my prayer life began to deepen and my love for God grew.
I had written several chapters of a book, but I could not remember what I wrote even the previous day and tended to copy thoughts. In May of 2007, something rose up in me, that was in me, but not me. It was the Holy Spirit, cursing Satan aloud, with the word of God. “You have no authority over this body Satan, this body belongs to God.” “You were defeated on Golgotha and you are still defeated here this day.” “Satan, you are under my feet.” “No weapon formed against me shall prosper.” It was attacking with the two-edged sword without stopping.
I told my wife that we were going to pray, much as we did many times before. I said, “God, you called me to write this book, but I cannot even remember what I wrote yesterday. I am doing my part; I need you to help me.” Suddenly, I felt it lift off me and I quickly fell asleep. I slept the first entire night that I had in over 10 years! The next morning I awoke, rested, without any pain. I started to stop taking all of the medications.
Satan knows when he is in trouble! A couple of days after my healing, the pains started again. I would go to my prayer room every time that it happened, and Satan was defeated repeatedly.
I will never forget the trip to see the doctor for the first time, being healed. The Doctor came in and I told him what had happened. He said, “Now, I am a Christian, a Methodist, but I have only had one person healed like that in my practice and it did not last. I will believe it if it lasts through the winter.” The doctor went on to ask me if I had any withdrawals from stopping all of those narcotic medications that I had been on for over 10 years. When I told him that I had not, he said, “that tells me what a strong person you are.” My strength did not come from me, but my savior!
It has been over a year and I still cry when I write or tell this story to others, but I will not stop until everyone knows that Jesus Christ is a loving, saving and healing Savior!
Story posted on Monday, December 15th, 2008 and is filed under Praise, God's Love, Hope, Your Stories, Prayer, God's Sovereignty, Christian Families, Struggles, Life Verse. | 1 Comment »