She's so petite, that when she sat at my desk, you couldn't even tell she had sat down. It was last Wednesday morning, and Rachel, a petite woman with a thick Indian accent had come to my office to ask me a question.
"Nancy, were you sick last summer?"
I sat back and told her that yes, I had had breast cancer last year, and went through surgery, chemotherapy and radiation.
And for the next 30 minutes, the Holy Spirit spoke directly to me through this petite woman with the Indian accent. She told me that she could feel the Light of Jesus on me, that she knows I have experienced a miraculous and complete healing, and that I continue to let the spirit of fear rule over me.
Wow. And I didn't even know she was a Christian--and I have known her for 15 years.
"Nancy" she said in that fantastic clipped Indian accent, "When that spirit of fear comes over you, do you know who it is that is pushing that on you?"
She didn't give me time to answer.
"Nancy, that is Satan pushing on you. The spirit of fear does not come from The Lord, Nancy, that comes from Satan. You must recognize it for what it is, stand up and rebuke him in the name of the Lord. You are a daughter of the living Christ!"
She was so excited, I thought for sure she would be standing up. Not that I could tell from this side of the desk (see the first sentence if you don't get this).
When she left, I remember thinking how merciful The Lord is to send someone in the middle of this very ungodly environment I work in to bathe me in His Word...using a thick Indian accent. Fabulous!
Then two days later, I was back in that pit of fear. Oh, you know for some cancer survivors, every little bump or tender spot has the worst case scenario attached to it. Especially for a professional pit dweller such as myself.
I had let Satan into my space. And I let him smolder in my space, tasting the ashes of doubt he flung in my air, choking on the smoke of despair he filled my space with. It took me 2 days before I had the savvy to call a trusted friend and let her know where I was at.
And she called it for what it is by asking me a question.
"Nancy, that Indian lady...she proclaimed to you and confirmed that God had given you a miraculous healing last year. Do you trust God to have done it?"
Well, up until that moment, I thought I did.
And Jesus said to her, "Daughter, your faith has healed you. Go in peace and be freed from your suffering". Mark 5:34
I don't read anywhere in the Bible where that daughter of the Lord came back to touch His robe again, just in case it hadn't worked completely the first time. I like to think she left His presence that day, grinning ear to ear and proclaiming Jesus to whoever would listen.
That's where I should be. That's where you should be. For we have all been redeemed.
So I stood up from my pink camo chair on my back porch dressed in my pink and white fleece pants and flip flops and I spoke in my teacher voice, "Satan, you are in my space, and in the name of Jesus, I command you to GET OUT. This is NOT your space. I belong to the most high living God!"
And just like that--I kid you NOT--just like that, the peace of God which passes all understanding flooded my space and I breathed the cool crisp clean air of Jesus.
Everyday is a brand new mercy. So say Hello to a new you, and stop letting the enemy into YOUR space.
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