As I came in from cutting the grass, my phone screamed with four urgent messages from Vera. Not good! Even in her ramshackle house, as densely populated with kids and grandkids as Mother Goose’s shoe, I’d never seen anything about Vera that was “urgent.” Adventurous? Excitable? Extremely busy? Yes. But not “urgent” until now.
“Brother Dave,” she said, “come RIGHT NOW. We got spirits here IN MY HOUSE -- MY house, Brother Dave!!! -- wakin’ up my daughter Kierra at ‘xactly 2:30 in the mornin’ EVERY mornin’! An’ if ‘dat ain’t enough, she just told me she got a lump in her breast big aroun’ as a quarter, an’ she’s scared half out o’ her mind. I’m not havin’ this in my house! No, Brother Dave. Not my house. Not my family. You need to come RIGHT NOW!”
All the way across Tangipahoa Parish, I was aware of the electric presence of the Holy Spirit and, behind that, the wary opposition of some dark unidentifiable force. Vera, Kiera and Kiera’s husband Will waited for me, sitting in Vera’s tiny rough-hewn living room, expectant and yet, like me, not knowing what to anticipate. We talked for an
hour. Defenses melted away. Faith and confidence blossomed. In heartfelt release, Will and Kiera each recommitted their hearts and marriage to Christ in prayer, gratefully inhaling God’s torrential love and absolute forgiveness.
With that settled, we trekked upstairs to their tiny pastel bedroom. There, the Holy Spirit nudged me. “Kiera,” I said, “some sort of spirit here wants to frighten and intimidate you. If you’ll stand right here and lock eyes with me, I’d like to speak through you and command this thing away from here.” With her consent, I gently held her upper arms, and, eyes locked with hers, began quietly but firmly commanding any spirit opposed to the purposes of Christ. “HUU-AAH!” Immediately, a violent spasm seized Kiera’s abdomen. As if she’d been waylaid, she grabbed her stomach, her breath exploding outward in a groan. Her mother, wide-eyed, grabbed a garbage can. For five to six minutes, Kiera, on all fours, wretched and heaved as I stroked her back and continued to rebuke and order away the
spirit that had seized her so violently. Finally emptied and spiritually clear, she rinsed her mouth, and we prayed together, drawing clear boundaries around her, Will, Vera and their home and bedrooms.
“NOW!” whispered the Holy Spirit, “Now speak over her breast.” So we did, Vera’s hand on Kiera’s back, mine on her left shoulder. Five times we proclaimed the Scriptural truth of God’s healing, accomplished on the cross of Christ and included in His gifting to ALL who believe. The mass softened at first and then began melting away. By the end, the lump had dissolved entirely, quietly evaporating along with all inflammation, soreness and discomfort.
To see that kind of immediate disappearance stunned and over-joyed all of us. It was a new horizon for me, and God’s evident power has strengthened and encouraged us. God is maturing us, raising us up “from glory to glory” in an exhilarating, liberating, day-by-day experience. Thank you for your prayers! Thank you for your generosity! We are so thrilled to host this powerful ministry and to point everyone we serve back to the Author of Our Salvation!
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When Sam and Luke were small, I used to tell them, "Every day with daddy is an adventure!" That's true about our spiritual daddy, God, too. Read and see.