What do you do when God Himself makes your pathway clear as day? This pathway crosses through uncharted waters over the very depths of the ocean, into new lands you never thought of treading upon.
“I am sending you to the darkest places.” He said.
“Okay, Lord. Send me. I will go.” I answered.
In my early thirties I had nothing to fear. I felt invincible. I was brave and bold. The last missions trip was beyond amazing, but something unexpected happened towards the end of the trip. I got very ill. The doctor called it, ‘montezuma’s revenge’. Indeed it did feel as though some demonic entity had discovered my presence and made me fully aware that I was not welcome, or perhaps I was welcome, but that it never wanted me to leave. The illness’ grip on my body was intense. I’ve never felt like I might die from something before. Even covid- though it was rough, I knew I would be fine eventually. This was different. I felt it in my spirit. On my way to the ER, I had a simple conversation with Jesus.
“If You don’t have anymore work for me to do on this Earth and if You don’t want for me to raise my children, then take me home.” I said at peace.
I walked into the ER wondering what sort of night awaited me and my family. I began filling out the paperwork. ‘What are my symptoms?’ Well, fever of over 101 and passing blood. It wasn’t even diarrhea anymore. The telehealth doctor said to head straight to the ER if either of those symptoms began. I had reached out to many for prayer. One specific man, a prophet, I also reached out knowing that the Lord answers him quickly. He prayed for me, a very simple prayer. Then they call my name for triage. I walk in, sit down, and they begin to check my vitals. It was only ten minutes prior to this visit that my fever was 101 and had been within that range for over an hour, perhaps two. She scanned my forehead.
“No fever.” She said.
“Seriously?” I asked. “That’s why I came here… I was over 101 not ten minutes ago.” Then I smiled.
Jesus healed me. They are going to tell me that nothing is wrong with me. They escorted me into another room and I waited for the doctor. She asked for a stool sample, which considering I had been emptying my bowels over the past six days, really shouldn’t have been an issue, but I couldn’t. I tried. NOTHING came out. Not even a hint of blood. My stomach was still quite tender, especially along my right side, but after a brief physical exam she sent me home with a stack of papers on diarrhea and that if there was fever or blood present to go to the ER.
I came home, kissed my babies and my husband and prepared for bed. My body was exhausted and my feelings were mixed. My abdomen was still tender and thoughts of what it could be scurried in and out of my mind. Regardless of what they said, I remained at peace. I lay down and thought to myself, that if it was the last night on this earth, that I have done my best to obey my Lord Jesus and I have loved my family with everything I am. As I rested on my pillow, I felt a warmth on the right side of my abdomen. Sensations followed that I simply don’t have words to express besides the word ‘colors’. I felt colors and in my spirit, saw them- like an array of rainbows or an aurora tenderly massaging my abdomen specifically on the right side. I thought to myself, either I am dying and this is what heaven feels like, or Jesus is healing me. It felt so incredibly beautiful that honestly, I was at peace with either outcome. I slept the ENTIRE night. Honestly, if I had never woken up the following morning, I don’t think it would have mattered.
I rested, so well that I was actually surprised to wake up the next morning. I praised and thanked my Jesus for healing me. I hopped out of bed with more energy than I had in such a long time and prepared waffles for my kids. I was so happy to see them. A seven day trip turned into a ten day trip due to an unexpected accident and then the sickness wiped me out for another five days. I missed my children so very much and wanted to share everything with them. We had nothing in our refrigerator so we ventured to our local HEB and there at the cash register, an elderly Mexican woman spoke to me in Spanish. I was so happy to hear my language again! I didn’t want to lose it as it was a gift from God to get it back. Then with authority she spoke.
“Your work is not done until your children are fully mature.” She said.
I was surprised because suddenly I was no longer speaking with her, but with my Lord. Fearfully I said, “What?”
“YOUR WORK IS NOT DONE UNTIL YOUR CHILDREN ARE FULLY MATURE.” She said again. “THIS IS THE TRUTH.”
MY eyes began to water. I had no verbal response. My heart was overwhelmed and I simply said, “AMEN.”
I cried as I left the store. I wanted to bow down and worship my God for answering the very question I asked Him the night before. The kids asked if I was okay. I did my best to explain that I had just spoken to the Lord, face to face. See, God in all of His omnipotence can speak through whomever He chooses. This has happened to me many times and each time I am left in fear and trembling, awe and wonder. He is so very good and kind and His words are truth.
Fast forward to today, January 26, 2024. The Lord is sending us to Jamaica. He has made our way clear. My body is still in a process of healing from a cold the kids passed to me about a week ago. Thankfully, it did not hit me hard, but it did make me feel quite tired. Nevertheless, I do not serve my weakness, I serve my Jesus and anything He has called me to do, will be done by His Spirit. So, we prepare the way for the Lord, removing any stumbling block and building an altar of worship out of them. He has said that it is time for the spirit of Elijah to rest upon me and go where He goes and say what He says, to turn the hearts of the fathers back to the children and the hearts of the children back to the fathers. Amen, Lord, let it be.
Demons are manifesting and coming out in the mighty name of Jesus! The people are then being filled with the Holy Spirit and who the Son sets free is free indeed!!! IT IS TIME.