Recently while in the middle of praying my mind was shifted to the story of Blind Bartimaeus, which took me to a time and a place; where I felt just like him. It happened a few years ago while in preparation to travel to the Baptist National convention. I had been fasting before the Lord, and did take note before going on the fast....felt very sick. What is so interesting is that while on the fast I felt so well. The day before the trip, the fast was broken (completed). To my dismay all the sickness returned. Yet I purposed in my heart to still make the trip. Instead of getting any better I grew worse. The first night in the hotel room. I fought fiercely by standing on and declaring the word.....something was squeezing the breath of life out of me. It was large and hideous.....relentlessly I fought until the morning light, and when my feet touched the floor these words were uttered out of my mouth...." Thank You Abba Father for allowing me to still be in the land of the living ! A
To Inspire Hope And Healing By Margaret C Mullings