Yesterday while I worked on one of the houses that my uncle left me, a couple came by to check on him. The wife, who walked with a cane (had had a heart attack, three strokes & has (had) MS) and dragged her right foot when she walked; broke down weeping when I told them that my uncle had died.

Once we agreed that he is in a better place I asked her if I could pray for her and cleared it with her husband while asking him to support her as she was not steady on her feet.

I set up a few ground rules with them such as how sickness, infirmity, oppression, and the like, had all been borne by Jesus Christ on the cross, the importance of Faith in that fact and of course the fact that He (Christ) is Lord and Savior.

I commanded that any and all demons depart from her and I commanded her body to function properly and to be healthy from the crown of head to the bottom of her feet. This I did in the name of Jesus and because of the Authority of that name and because of the Blood.   

After praying for her a few moments, I recognized the Presence of the Holy Spirit upon us. As she started to lift first one hand and then the other her husband became nervous and thought that she was having a seizure (she often had those). I asked him to be patient telling him that she was alright.

Suddenly, she shouted that she was healed and ran, yes ran, off jumping up and down and praising Jesus. She started calling folks and telling them that she had something to show them. She was speaking about her healing. Just thought I would share this little story with you. I would be remiss if I did not say “PRAISE GOD!”