Healing Service in San Ysidro, California
I rarely fall under the power of Holy Spirit… It can be undignified. But last night I not only went down, but I also encountered Jesus (started crying) and didn’t remember much of what happened. Apparently, I was being videotaped, got tapped in the head and stomach with the microphone, and I kind of remembered being cheered on for miraculous healing.
I’ll take it… undignified and all. I wanted to be healed so badly. So, am I healed? I believe so. I feel different, lighter and more joyous. So much so that when I got my SSDI determination today and was denied, I was okay. My head is spinning a bit but not horribly. I should be sad, angry or something, but I feel relieved. It’s over for now. My next step is to think and pray about my next step and I’m confident I can do that and get some wisdom and strategy.
By the way, my feet feel amazing. I feel like I can walk, so I’ll try. I feel like my head is clear, so I’ll write. I feel like a new person, so I’ll dream again. And I’ll praise God.
The 5-hour roundtrip drive to see Mark Hemans was worth it.
Still wiping the snot from my nose,
P.S.: The meeting was at the border of Mexico and these lyrics ran through my head on the drive home (Holy Spirit’s got jokes.):
“It is the night
My body’s weak
I’m on the run
No time to sleep
I’ve got to ride
Ride like the wind
To be free again
And I’ve got such a long way to go (such a long way to go)
To make it to the border of Mexico
So I’ll ride like the wind
Ride like the wind…”
By Christopher Cross