After a careful study of the Bible over many years, this truth became so evident to me. But my circumstances didn't line up.
The more I studied, the sicker I became. It took years before I experienced the first breakthrough mentioned in my previous post.
But there was more to be done. Even though I was significantly better, I was not healed and whole.
Almost on schedule, about once per month, I would wake up in excruciating pain and puke my guts out.
It always happened on a Saturday night. I would wake up the next morning, completely exhausted, go to church, and preach the message God gave me with boldness and zeal.
Until one Sunday, as I was delivering a tongue for interpretation, an obnoxious chatter came out of my mouth. I knew it wasn't God.
Interestingly enough, it was right after the first time I had ever preached on casting out demons.
And there I was, in front of the entire church, getting delivered from a spirit of infirmity.
This was more than three years ago. I haven't even puked once since then. And the healing that came afterwards was so much more than that.
There were still more steps to complete healing after this, and I'll tell you about it in my next post.
