“Today is the day. Yes today is the day I am going to sit down and blog, today….” was the mantra I chanted in my head as I poured a cup of coffee and mentally prepared to configure all my thoughts to put to paper. The past couple weeks have been complete radio silence, and I knew I needed to get back on the air. So let me explain why you haven’t heard from me lately and what God has been doing in my life

Let me start by saying, the enemy is smart and cunning. He never relents, he never ceases. You win one battle against him, and he strikes again.  I know we have all been here, those frustrating moments when we break down and can’t take anymore, ‘ONE THING AFTER ANOTHER, WILL I EVER CATCH A BREAK?!” It is moments like these when we most need to seek guidance and comfort from God, yet this is often the time that we start get angry with God, start turning to the world for wisdom and understanding.

Raise your hand if you have ever been confused or angry with God? My hand is held high….I have in fact been so upset and confused by Gods actions or lack thereof. I was there this past week.

Things were going good, after a very lengthy and sporadic track record of going to the gym less regularly, Matt and I had finally buckled down and were hitting the gym 5 times a week for the past few weeks. I was just beginning to see some weight loss and some muscle gains, the some what in-shape body I had worked really hard for back in Feb-June was coming back and I was getting excited.( After our vacation in June, we were not as disciplined with our workout regimen and lost a lot of muscle and tone.) Then on Tuesday morning of the third week of our new routine, a returning affliction happened upon me.

It came like a bolt of lightning. The horrible stabbing pain in my lower left abdomen. I started to panic, was it happening again? I couldn’t do this again!

Let me explain, back in February a few weeks after Matt and I started working out, I was plagued with a horrible pain in my lower left abdomen. This pain was debilitating, left me unable to work for several days,  and led to multiple doctor visits and bills. Last time I went to the doctor three times, and the hospital twice and still got no answers to what was causing the pain. After about a week the pain began to subside…and after another week was completely gone. I chalked it up to a freak thing and figured it wouldn’t happen again.

And then last Tuesday came. Matt and I had went to the gym that morning and we were back home and I was preparing us something to eat and BOOM all of a sudden the pain came on, out of nowhere. This time the pain was worse. I wasn’t able to sleep in my bed for a solid week (the pain was worse when I laid down or stood up). I was confined to my recliner chair for the better part of a week. This time I couldn’t stand for very long with out getting nauseous because the pain was so bad. This led to several emotional break downs. I was tired, I was in pain, and I didn’t know what was wrong. I had went to the doctor again, and again didn’t really get any answers. Finally on Saturday morning I just broke down and didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t live with this….I couldn’t handle this much longer…so finally I asked my Husband to open the bible and read me something.

This is what he opened up to and read: “When Jesus saw him lying there and learned that he had been in this condition for a long time, he asked him, “Do you want to get well?”-John 5:6

It hit me like a ton of bricks. Do I want to get well? Well of course I do! But did my actions speak to that? Was I walking in faith, or speaking death into my life? Of course my pride bubbled up,  I had prayed and asked God for healing, asked him to set me free of this pain and nothing but radio silence! I had prayed, he just hand’t delivered.

I felt led to crack open a book called  Jesus The Healer by E.W. Kenyon. I opened up to page 44 and the first thing I saw at the bottom of the page read:

Don’t try to get your healing.

God has given it to you.

Don’t try to believe. You are a believer and all things are yours.

Don’t talk about it. It breeds more doubt.

I sat there and reflected for a brief moment and hen I read the next chapter, out loud to Matt. The chapter was focusing on the power that is in the name of Jesus Christ, and the power that is in our words.

Expert from the book:

“Our work is that of destroying the works of the adversary. The weapon we are to use is found in the thirteenth and fourteenth verses. (of John 14)”And whatsoever ye shall ask in my name, that will I do, that the Father may be glorified in the Son. If ye shall ask anything in my name, that will I do.” The word “Ask” means “Demand. His Name is to be used in the sense that we see it used in Acts 3 by Peter who spoke to the impotent man at the gate of the temple saying, “in the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, walk.” This is not prayer. This is casting out demons in that Name. There is healing for the sick in that Name. There is power to break disease and sickness in the hearts and lives of men in that Name. ”

“Disease is defeated by your confession of the Word.

Disease gains the ascendancy when you confess the testimony of your senses.

Satan is whipped with words.

You are healed with words.

Make your lips do their duty. Fill them with His Word.”

This was it! I WAS indeed speaking death into my life. I was speaking my symptoms into life. I was constantly complaining and claiming death and sickness over my life. I had prayed asking God for healing, but, healing was already mine, I just had to receive it! I turned to google, doctors, and the world, day in and day out, searching for an answer, trying to figure out what was wrong with me, trying to claim a disease over me. But I didn’t need to turn to the world, I didn’t need to figure out what was wrong, I just needed to cast it out, to claim VICTORY in the NAME OF JESUS CHRIST! I had to stop trying to believe I was healed, and just accept that I WAS healed.

So that morning (Saturday) in the Name of Jesus I cast out any sickness and pain, and deception and death from my life. I claimed healing and victory in my life, by his stripes I was healed. I was done with these symptoms. I would no succumb to this any longer. I was healed and that was that.

So my attitude changed that morning. I decided I was healed, I wasn’t waiting to be healed, I already was healed. I was no longer going to speak death into my life. Every complaint, every word that dripped with death and sickness the enemy used to afflict me. So I would not claim sickness any longer, I would only breathe life.

That day, I supernaturally got so much better suddenly. The pain was a mere fraction of what it had been. I was able to stand up for longer then a minute. I was able to function more normally. Over the next days I kept claiming healing and I progressively got better. I was already healed, my body was just catching up. I was so mad that I had wasted my whole week. I could of experienced this freedom from pain so much sooner if I hadn’t been so stubborn and stupid. But I learned such a great lesson….GUYS….THERE IS POWER IN THE NAME OF JESUS!

Our God is Victorious in all things. IT IS FINISHED! He already payed the price so that we could be saved and be healed! He has already offered us healing, we just have to claim it over our lives. HE IS THE ANSWER! He can and will supernaturally heal us if we let him. We have to get out of our own way and stop trying to do it ourselves and stop turning to the world for answers. Yes, there is POWER in the NAME OF JESUS!

I hope this finds you well. Just know that whatever your affliction, whether death and sickness, heart break or poverty, lust or gluttony, fear or worry…..there is freedom in Jesus. He can and will break EVERY CHAIN if you will allow him to. I know better then anyone, it is easy to get in our own way, to feel stuck, to feel hopeless….but we have to let go  of all that. Let go of the doubt, the fear, the uncertainty, the pain, and the control in our lives. We are not meant to walk with all the answers, we are meant to walk by faith, we were designed to follow and trust God, not the world, and especially not ourselves. Remember…..IT IS FINISHED.

Yes my friends, the battle has already been one. It is finished.

I pray blessings over all of you, and wish you a happy and healthy week.

-Cherri G.