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Saved, Delivered, Healed

A few weeks ago, I was walking along the canal, talking with a friend. She mentioned she hadn’t had seasonal allergies this spring ever since meeting with a Christian counselor and going through deliverance. That seemed weird to me. She’s such an amazing person, why on earth would she need counseling and deliverance?

As I listened to her story, I was filled with hope again. Hope that God still heals people, even in America. I remembered when God healed my seasonal allergies in NY, and the time He healed my lactose intolerance. But then I had to stop eating dairy due to a sensitivity to casein. Then I suddenly had an anaphylactic reaction to peanuts. I started getting dizzy every time I ate gluten. Carrots made my mouth explode in itchiness. Over time, because I was eating excessive amounts of certain foods, I developed sensitivities to those foods too. I kept eliminating more foods from my diet. Eventually I’m going to run out of things I can eat.

But if God healed my allergies before, why do I have all these other food allergies and sensitivities now? Suddenly I realized the enemy is messing with me. My digestive system is not working the way God created it to function. And that’s not OK!

For over 2 years, I’ve been reading food labels and interrogating cooks, only to decide I’m not brave enough to try new foods anyway. I only eat food made from scratch in my own kitchen, and I can name and spell all the ingredients. I bring my own meal when friends invite us over for dinner. I take my epi-pen everywhere (even though I’m not eating) just in case I get attacked by wild peanuts.

When I first got sick in India, I prayed for healing, but it didn’t seem to work, so I went to doctors and tried medicine, but experienced crazy side-effect reactions. I accepted there was no magical instant cure, and began the hard work of paying for naturalpathic doctors, doing special diets & cleanses, and taking lots of supplements. No amount of my striving has led to freedom.

I’ve been looking forward to when I get to heaven, where you will find me at the banqueting table, enjoying an all-you-can-eat buffet. But I’m only 30. I’ve got a lot of living left to do! What about God’s kingdom coming and His will being done on earth as it in Heaven? I want freedom!

People debate if Christians can be demon possessed or only oppressed or depressed or whatever. Honestly I don’t care where the demons are, they were messing with me, and I had enough! So I called that counselor and scheduled some appointments.

Overseas, when people decide to follow Jesus, they also get delivered, healed, baptized, and filled with the Holy Spirit, and usually all that happens on the same day. Here in America, we raise our hand if we want to invite Jesus into our hearts, and pray “the sinner’s prayer” and then we know we get to go to heaven when we die. We ignore the enemy and hope he leaves us alone. Instead, the enemy continues to mess with us, because we never actually told him to go away!

Demons are very legalistic and function within a structure and chain of command with a head demon over all the other guys. So our counselor gave them the rules, asked to speak to the head-demon in charge, and in an orderly court-room fashion, we told them all to go away, leave our family alone, and don’t come back. It almost felt too easy.

IMG_9682June 27th, 2016 was my Freedom day. Since then, I’ve been eating food and not reading the labels or interrogating cooks. I throughly enjoyed the July 4th festivities, eating cheese on my hamburger, gluten-filled chocolate cupcakes with buttercream frosting, and yummy berry & pudding pie, Philly Cheese-steak when my husband is working at the food cart, and going on “play-dates” at Costco to eat pizza and taste all the sample foods. Costco pizza “may contain traces of peanuts.” Oh well. I’m going to eat it anyway. (but yes, I do still carry an epi-pen in my purse. Just in case someone else has a life-threatening allergic reaction, I could potentially save their life.)

Not only have I been enjoying eating food, but life feels easier. I used to wake up thinking about 25million things which needed done urgently, constantly trying to prioritize tasks, and attending to whatever was screaming loudest. Now my day seems to flow smoothly as I move from one task to the next. I even seem to have more patience for toddler drama.

There’s so much more I could say, so stay turned for part 2!

Becky
Becky
Becky is wife to Duane, mama to "Monkey-girl" and baby "Lioness" aka "PipSqueek." She is the administrative powerhouse for YWAM Bend and keeps our team grounded and organized. Her hope is to inspire and encourage other mamas in their journey to raise healthy, thriving families.
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  • Sara Jones
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    Wow! Josh and I have been learning the same things over the past year or so. Thank you for sharing your healing! So encouraging!

    • Becky
      Reply

      you are welcome! isn’t freedom great?!

  • Cheri
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    Praise God!!

  • Teresa
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    That is so good to read about your healing! Thanks for sharing, it fills me up with hope.

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