Servants of Fire and Messengers of Wind:

FIRE AND WIND

The winds are your messengers;

flames of fire are your servants.

Psalm 104:4

(Taken from Revelation 12:11)

We have overcome the devil by the Blood of the Lamb and the word of our testimony.

And we do not love our lives so much that we are afraid to die.

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I could begin by telling you that this is my story. But really, this is God’s story. It is a story of love. It is about the love of a Father and the trust of a daughter. It is a supernatural story. It is an amazing story, a true story and a story that brings hope. It is a story that will cause you to believe. It is a story of healing.

We sometimes hear reports of a miracle healing. Miracles always seem to happen to someone else. Whenever we hear these stories, we are pleased for those who receive the miracle and like any good story, we love the happy ending... but it always seems to happen to someone else.

In the past, whenever I heard the word “cancer”, it was always the story of someone else. Whenever I heard the word cancer, it was associated with surgery, natural therapies, horror medical treatments, suffering and often finally death. Whenever I heard stories of healing of cancer, it was always accompanied with other words like chemotherapy, radiology, surgery, recovery, remission and other such unpleasant words. It simply seemed that God had lived up to peoples’ expectations and somehow strengthened the sufferer to endure the treatment. The day I sat in the doctor’s consultation room and the doctor turned the computer monitor towards me and pointed to rows and rows of numbers on her screen (as if I could understand them), I did not expect to hear the words “you have blood cancer and either liver disease or liver cancer”. Nor did I expect that within three days without medical treatment, God would sovereignly move his hand and grant me a miracle of healing. A miracle that could not be explained or denied by the medical profession. A miracle with blood results, reports and MRI pictures that told the undeniable truth that I had cancer, I had liver disease but suddenly... I did not.

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CANCER DIAGNOSIS

Although the doctor sat just a meter away from me, her words seemed to fragment. It was as though the speed of sound slowed down immensely, her words lost momentum, hit an invisible brick wall just in front of my face and bounced off. I don’t remember responding. I expect I sat in silence. I remember trying to rewind time in my mind and return to the moment before she spoke the words. I am not sure if this is a common response to such a diagnosis, but it was mine. Thinking back now, I have a great deal of respect and empathy for doctors who have to deliver daunting news to a patient. The doctor remained calm and encouraging. She said that I must have further tests as soon as possible to ascertain exactly what type of blood cancer (leukemia) I had. She assured me that we would do this together and that she would begin to manage my treatment as soon as the results of the Myeloproliferative Screening were sent to her. I was given a script for steroid medication and antihistamines to give me relief from the hives all over my body and instructed as to the location of the clinic that would conduct further blood tests and MRI imaging.

Although I have always enjoyed good health, my recent history didn’t look very promising. I had spent two years living on a tribal island off the coast of Papua New Guinea where liver disease is common due to parasites infesting the meat and other parasites which are carried by flies. Also, during those years I was using a malaria preventative which has no research undertaken for the use of it over an extended period of time. I suffered side effects but had reasoned that the malaria might possibly kill me, whereas the antimalarial medication would only be necessary for two years or so. It all took a toll on my health. I had also lived the past year in Thailand working amongst the poor where cancer and in particular, blood and liver cancers are prevalent amongst the people.

Let me back track a little to just a few days before the moment of my diagnosis.

I was visiting a church in Brisbane Australia. Glory City Church. My husband and I were visiting for the purpose of encouraging a young friend of ours who wanted us to accompany her to this church and in particular, enjoy the revival meetings held on Friday evenings. However, this particular service was on a Sunday afternoon in April 2016. The service was almost over and the pastor of the church, Katherine Ruonala invited everyone that was there for the very first time to come to the front of the church and have Holy Communion with her. My husband and I were first-timers and accepted the invitation with about twenty other people. When communion was finished. Katherine asked if anyone wanted prayer for healing. I and a few others stepped forward. Katherine prayed for each of us briefly then declared healing in the name of Jesus. She then indicated that because so many were in the group we should break into smaller groups and pray for each other.

My husband, another couple (Peter and Brenda), my young friend (Michelle), and a Japanese girl (I wish I knew her name and could thank her and tell her this story) formed a small group and began to pray for each other’s needs. The Japanese girl asked what I would like prayer for and I answered that I had some kind of serious issue with my skin. My face for some months had been covered in a serious raised rash that fluctuated from unpleasant to absolutely unsightly and unbearable. I had other skin irritations. I also was developing ever increasing allergies to many different kinds of foods. I said that I would like healing for the root issue of the problem. The Japanese girl asked if she could pray in Japanese. I agreed and she laid her hands on me and prayed for about a minute. I have no idea what she prayed. I didn’t understand a word of it. The only english words I did hear at the end of her prayer were, Jesus and Amen. But what happened next assured me that God had heard and had moved His hand.

As the Japanese girl came to the end of her prayer, I felt a strong whirl-wind whisk around my body. And then I felt it again. Starting at my feet a very fast tangible wind encircled me then flicked off the top of my head. Then it happened a second time. We were standing in a large enclosed auditorium with no fan forced air reaching us. It was not any from of man made air circulation that could have caused this. Air conditioners were positioned a long way from where we stood. I consciously felt that somehow ministering Angels of healing had acted in obedience to the young woman’s words and on behalf of Jesus whose name she prayed in.

I had experienced these whirl-winds once before in my life. It was about two years prior to this particular evening in a church service in Melbourne Australia. The result at that time was that I received immediate healing from a recurring burning pain in the area of my spleen. The pastor praying for me to be healed of the pain was surprised as he also felt the two winds move around me. He made mention of it.

After the Glory City Church service was over (where Pastor Katherine and the young Japanese girl had prayed for me) I asked God “please Father, give me understanding of what you have just done in me.”

I would like you, the reader of this testimony, to take note that I asked this of the Father. I believe that the following 3-5 days of events, as difficult as they were, were a direct result of my prayer requesting understanding of these things. If I had not asked for understanding, I believe that my healing would have been instantaneous and I would have continued my life unaware of the greatness of what God had just done. My previous experience in Melbourne with the whirl-winds of healing had resulted in immediate healing of the pain I had been experiencing. Little did I know that I would have no choice but to go to a hospital within the next two days and a journey would begin that would provide the understanding which I had asked for, and the proof of the miracle that God had already established in me.

After this event, very unusual looking whirl-wind type clouds hovered in the sky above my husband and myself as we took early evening walks around the particular neighborhood where we were staying. We felt led to pray for healing for every resident of that neighborhood as we passed each house. I have photographs that I took on my phone which I have included with this story.

TRUTH VERSES FACT

As soon as I received the diagnosis of cancer and liver disease I returned to my husband waiting patiently in the car. I said to him that some disturbing things had been said by the doctor in the consultation room. I asked him to agree together with me and cancel every word spoken and written against me. So, I cancelled the enemy’s plans for my life there and then. I deliberately spoke a declaration that I would only partner and agree with God’s plan for my life. I spoke out loud while my husband agreed, that God’s plan for me was not sickness. God’s plan for me is whole health “as it is in heaven”. I would stand for nothing less. I believed it. I cancelled the seeds and harvests of the enemy’s plan for past, present and future. Whole health is my inheritance ever since Jesus rose from the dead and poured out his blood on the mercy seat for me. I would not stand for my inheritance being robbed. I addressed the devourer and gave him his marching orders. My decision was that I would not partner with sickness. Jesus already paid an unthinkable price for me so that I can be well and choose life abundant.

At that time I did not speak the words cancer or disease to my husband or anybody else. I refused even to partner with advertising the devil’s plan for me. I did not want to give him an opportunity to gloat. I declared out loud to God that I put my trust in Him. As far as I was concerned, that was the end of the matter. I was at peace. I had absolutely no fear. I knew that God had already moved His hand on my account. I had felt the two whirl-winds around my body in the church when I was prayed for. The medical facts might have looked grim in the natural but the truth of the Word of God cancelled out the facts. Truth of God verses medical fact. The outcome of that war, if you believe, is already done and dusted.

I deliberately did not contact anyone other than one faith filled intercessor friend. My friend Michelle who had taken us to Glory City Church. I chose her, a prayer warrior of great faith who would believe for a complete miracle of healing. I knew she would stand with me in agreement of my declaration.

I had seen many people with cancer in my life. Most had multitudes of Christians praying and none of them in agreement about what to pray for. Some prayed for successful surgery. Some prayed for successful treatment. Some prayed for strength to recover. Some prayed for healing. What is God meant to do? His own children are all over the place and cannot agree to what they are asking for. I would settle for nothing less than my rightful inheritance. WHOLE HEALTH “as it is in heaven”. I would not allow even the most loving well meaning Christian with authority and power in their words to sabotage my birthright as a Child of God, an heir of everlasting King Jesus, and a ruler living in the Kingdom of God. Our praying must be in absolute faith and in agreement.

Even now when I pray, I often ask myself “is sickness or debt or disease or confusion or ..... in heaven?” If it is not in heaven, then I don’t have to tolerate it or partner with it. Remember that Jesus himself taught us to pray “on earth as it is in heaven”. We are encouraged by Jesus that we are to expect and call for things to become just the way they are in heaven. Remember, our Father is God who even gives life to the dead and calls into being things that are not, as though they are and already exist.

Is cancer in heaven? No! Is disease in heaven? No! So in His Kingdom on earth I do not have to tolerate cancer. I don’t have to tolerate any disease or sickness. “Your Kingdom come on earth just as it is in heaven”. I’m counting on it.

PRAYERS OF THE SAINTS IN AGREEMENT

My husband and I were packing to go and visit with my brother and his wife. They lived in the mountains inland from Noosa and we were looking forward to a refreshing break and to spending time with family. The previous afternoon, we had attended Glory City Church for the first time and I had been prayed for by Pastor Katherine and a young Japanese girl. (I wish I knew her name). I had felt the whirl-wind ministry angels and was confident that God had already established my healing. At this time, all I knew was that my skin was suffering some kind of serious rash and that I was having food allergies.

During the morning as we were packing, I began to itch. The rash which had mostly been on my face seem to spread to my arms and stomach and upper legs. It appeared that I was breaking out in hives. I assumed that I had an allergic reaction to something in the food I had eaten the night before. I proceeded to the Pharmacy and obtained some anti-histamines. We then drove a few hours into the mountains for our few days together with family.

My brother and his wife were following their tradition of Holy week at the time. They eat no animal products and their diet consists of fresh organic fruit and vegetables. So I had a very clean diet and less chance of reacting to any foods that I would be eating. However, during the night (about mid-night) I was particularly disturbed by the hives so I got out of bed, took some more anti-histamines and began to enjoy a lovely private time of prayer and worship in the quietness of the night. I then settled back into bed and fell asleep. Two or three hours later I woke in a much worse condition. Also my mouth and tongue were swelling. I was having trouble breathing. I had a dense continual pain in my chest. I felt faint and my heart felt to be beating erratically. I quickly woke my husband and explained that he needed to wake my brother in the next room and find out where the nearest hospital was. I pulled clothes on frantically all the while feeling that I would loose consciousness at any moment. Somehow we ended up in the car, my brother driving both my husband and myself to the hospital about 20 minutes away.

I was lying across the back seat of the car. As we travelled, I was attempting to explain my symptoms so that if I was not conscious when we got to the emergency department of the hospital, my husband and brother could answer some questions that might be asked by medical attendants about my condition.

I was taken into emergency, my heart was monitored and I was given some medication. Blood tests were taken and the condition calmed down with steroid medication and more anti-histamines within a few hours. I had burning and swelling all over my body. I had turned bright purple and looked quite unrecognizable. My loving husband took a photograph of me to recall the event.

In the morning when I was ready to leave the hospital emergency bed, the doctor came and spoke soberly to me. He said that I needed to go to a GP that day. He said their was evidence of serious liver disease in my blood. I felt quite a lot better but heeded his advise and went for my first appointment at the local doctor’s clinic. The doctor ordered blood tests and a prescription for further steroids for me.

I had complete peace of mind and spirit during this time. Although my physical condition was quite serious and I felt like I was burning from my very bones to my outer flesh, I still trusted God and expected that this was just some kind of food reaction.

My brother and his wife added me into their prayer schedule for Holy week. They were both so faithful in coming before God on my behalf and praying for healing of these mysterious symptoms throughout the days and at intervals during the night.

However, the following night I had the same symptoms flare up again and was rushed off once more to the emergency department at the nearby hospital. This time, I was really suffering. I told my husband that if I should pass away during this crisis, he was not to pray for me to be raised from the dead. If I finally got to be in my heavenly home with my Lord Jesus and my heavenly Father, I did not want him praying me back to this suffering body. My husband had no intention of heeding my request and made some clever comment. However, I was serious at the time. He took another photograph of me looking like Frankenstein when we got to the hospital. Charming.

The doctors and medical staff at the hospital repeated their treatment of the previous night and sent me off again in the morning to go straight to the GP once more for my blood test results. When the GP saw the state that I was in she was horrified that I had been released from the emergency bed at the hospital. Not only did I look unsightly, but I was shivering and shaking. She explained to me that she would like to administer adrenaline medication immediately and advised me that there was a risk that I might have a heart attack and crash (die). She called an ambulance and had them on stand-by and administered the injections. I was monitored for a few hours by a very gracious nurse that put me at complete ease.

At this point, my husband was sitting beside me. I was under a blanket on a stretcher in the observation room. I asked him to agree with me again in prayer as I took charge over the symptoms. I spoke to the symptoms and told them to cease in Jesus name. I felt so weak that I asked my husband to continue to take authority and rebuke the symptoms. I asked him to speak and declare God’s plans over me and to stand against the devils plans as I used all my energy and concentration just to cope with my terrible condition. He took another photo of me swollen and looking like a watermelon with it’s skin peeled off. Oh how I would love to tell you about my husband’s activities and comments during my child birthing. But this is not the time.

After a few hours, my condition improved enough that I could be pushed in a wheelchair to the toilet and I managed to sit up and drink a cup of tea. I was allowed to go home if my husband agreed to two conditions. The conditions were that he must monitor me and call an ambulance at the first sign of deterioration of my condition. All going well, in the morning, he was to bring me back to this clinic for the blood test results that we were still waiting on.

My husband got a good night sleep. So did I. It was my first night of sleep for more than 48 hours. This was a turning point. I felt that I was winning the race after all.

At this time, I calmly informed my brother (we were guests in his home) who was becoming very concerned about my mystery illness, that cancer had been spoken about by the doctor but that further tests were being conducted. I thank God for the continuing love and care and prayers of my brother and sister-in-law. They contacted a doctor in the family and asked what else could be done to make me more comfortable. I was bathing in Pinetarsol and being waited on hand and foot. They had, up until that time, been concerned that something they might have fed me, or something in the room I was sleeping in may have caused this reaction. I asked them to remain silent about the diagnosis of cancer. They honored my request and I did not give account of these things to any one else until the testimony was one of victory. I had my intercessor friend Michelle on task, standing for my complete healing and nothing less. She was demanding the symptoms cease, as were we.

SHIELD OF FAITH

Her words seemed to bounce off an invisible shield in front of me. I believe that it was literally the shield of faith. “You have blood cancer and either liver disease or liver cancer”.

My silence must have lingered. I was not fearful or distressed. I didn’t even feel saddened. I just trusted God completely and rested into Him in that moment. The doctor continued by calmly but firmly assuring me of her willingness to treat both conditions. More blood tests would be required to identify the specific type of leukemia. An MRI would reveal the extent of disease of the liver so that the correct path of treatment could be recommended.

Immediately after my diagnosis, I remember climbing back into the car with my husband

and quietly asking God for a new liver. I knew He had body parts available in heaven. I had heard of people receiving new organs and limbs and in some cases having the proof of the matter in writing from their doctors. “As it is in heaven”... I asked for a brand new liver. I had lost a little of my strength and determination with the physical weariness of what I had gone through over the past three days. At this point I really was calling upon God for help. Needing to lean into His love. I thought back to the moment when the whirl-winds supernaturally whisked around me in the church service just a few nights before. I took comfort in that physical evidence of God having moved on my behalf.

HE IS GRACIOUS TO TEACH US

Now I ask that as you read this, you remember that I had asked God to give me understanding of what He had done in me during the prayer for healing at Glory City Church.

When everything was done and dusted, the doctor explained that my bloods showed no inflammation or allergic reaction. So, to both the doctor and myself, this seemed baffling after the events of the past days. To have suddenly had such a violent episode as I did during those three days? Why did I improve when the adrenaline was administered? This would have calmed an allergic reaction, but my bloods showed no allergic reaction. I remembered that at the same time that the adrenaline was administered, I suddenly felt it was important to take authority over the symptoms. My husband had not only agreed but continued to stand in authority over them as I tried to rest and allow the adrenaline to work. Authority and dominion has been given to us by Jesus. He said, “I give you authority over ALL the power of the devil”. We do not just have authority over some of the devil’s power, but ALL of his power. His display of sickness in my body had to cease. We stood in agreement and spoke in authority addressing the symptoms and calling them to cease in Jesus name.

As I drifted in and out of rest during that evening, I remembered hearing God’s words clearly in my heart and mind some years before. They came back to me now. He had said to me then, “It is deemed that you should not suffer”. I had heard him so clearly. I knew His word to me was still steadfast and I rested on those words.

DARK VISITORS IN THE NIGHT

During the second night of my raging symptoms I remember waking from a dream. When I woke, the presence in the dream was still there. I saw it (a skinny pathetic looking demon) standing in the doorway. He was sickly, appeared to be suffering and was wearing a loin cloth, just as Jesus is sometimes depicted in art, as wearing the lion cloth when he was raised up on the cross to be crucified. I immediately sensed that this was a demon wanting me to partner with false doctrine and wrong thinking. That doctrine accepts the suffering from disease as sometimes being God’s will for His children and that disease comes from Him. And also wrong conclusions from the bible where Paul speaks about “sharing in Christ’s sufferings”. Paul really was speaking of persecutions that we suffer because of our faith. If Jesus took my infirmity and affliction to the cross, why would I need to accept this sickness? It was dealt with over 2000 years ago for me. I asked the Holy Spirit what the name of this evil spirit was. He named him “false doctrine”. I took charge of the spirit and commanded it to GET OUT! in Jesus name. It disappeared immediately.

The third night of my unpleasant symptoms, I had a similar experience. I had a dream and woke to find another evil spirit lingering in the doorway. It looked a little like the first very sickly, skinny spirit, but this time it was wearing a hospital patients gown. The Holy Spirit revealed to me immediately that this spirit was lingering at the door waiting for me to partner with the cancer diagnosis and treatment that the doctor was already planning and documenting for me. I felt no fear and whispered “get out in Jesus name. Every word against me has already been cancelled”. The evil spirit disappeared instantly. At that exact moment, the burning symptoms ceased. I had turned a corner and my body just needed rest and to gain strength again. What I did not know then was that the blood tests and MRI that I underwent later that day were the very test results that, contrary to all previous tests, showed miraculously, that there was no longer any cancer or disease in my body.

We are given authority over ALL the power of the devil by Jesus. Resist the devil and he WILL flee from you.

Something that the Holy Spirit helped me to understand through this particular experience was the partnering schemes of the devil. I was aware of the fact that the spirit of cancer was already evicted. However, if I was prepared to partner with wrong thinking or false doctrine that was knocking at the door, and not according to the Word of God, the result would potentially be that a less powerful (but cleverly disguised) spiritual assignment would have been able to gain entrance into my mind (a lying spirit) and become a doorway to allowing the spirit of Leukemia back into my body. This is why it is so very important to have His words abide in us. Also, if I partnered with the medical diagnosis or planned treatment for the cancer, if I entertained, for any moment, the possibility of things like bone marrow transplant, chemotherapy etc., my doubt and lack of faith or even fear would undermine the power of the Word that I was standing on. Even though fear, doubt and disbelief would have only entered my mind, these in themselves would potentially be able to open a door which could again allow the spirit of Leukemia back into my body. The partnership strategy of the devil is subtle. My best friend and teacher, the Holy Spirit opened my eyes through these two dreams and encounters in the night. I am more alert to ask the Holy Spirit to reveal possible partnerships and less obvious doorways when praying for healing, breakthroughs and deliverance for others now. It can be crucial for maintaining healing.

PEACE THAT PASSES UNDERSTANDING

I must remind you that throughout this entire chain of events, I never once felt fear or worry. A wonderful supernatural peace and grace came upon me and sustained me throughout. It was God’s gift and protection during the battle.

It was not until five days after the hives started, that I received a call from the doctor to visit her clinic again. Upon feeling so much better, I had travelled with my husband to the beach for a couple of nights and was staying with good friends. During that time, I walked 9 kilometers one day enjoying the esplanade, the fresh ocean air and the exercise. My husband and I did not speak of the last few days, the hospital, the doctors diagnosis, the cancer or liver disease. We refused to partner-with or advertise the enemy’s nasty plans for me. The diagnosis was still hanging over my head in the natural. My friends (our hosts) may not have had the faith to stand and believe for an absolute miracle of healing. We enjoyed their hospitality and had a wonderful time of fellowship together. I felt a supernatural peace upon me the whole time. I could feel the peace flowing out of my eyes and our friends remarked about the peace that I carried, having not one clue as to my current circumstances or my recent war with sickness.

I answered the doctor’s call which came from her nurse/receptionist. I was informed that the doctor wanted me to visit her rooms as soon as possible. This would mean another three hour round trip back to her clinic. She wanted to see me face-to-face and would not release any blood results or the MRI results over the phone. So I made an appointment for the following day.

My husband packed us up again and we headed back to the mountains to call on this remarkably caring and efficient doctor. I thank God for her efficiency and diligence.

The doctor came to the reception room herself to escort me to her consultation room. I saw her husband who was the second partner in the practice, lingering in his doorway and was aware that he was taking a very good look at me. It seemed that he was taking everything in that he saw, as though he was bemused. I sensed that his wife (my treating doctor) had asked him to take particular note of me. There was a silent communication between them as their eyes met for an instant. I was looking a picture of health. This doctor who had managed the events of the past days had never seen me looking my healthy self. She was clearly surprised to witness my appearance without the disfiguring purple swelling all over my body, head and face. Remember I was close to unrecognizable which made my husband take a number of photographs at sensitive moments. He is such a trooper. He was so caring and calm throughout. He maintained his funny sense of humor which was a lovely distraction for me at the time. I sensed the doctor’s eyes on me from behind as she followed me up the hall and I felt that she was taking in everything about me that she possibly could at that moment. It was as though she was both bewildered and quizzical.

She asked me how I was feeling and I replied that I felt very well. She sat just a couple of meters directly in front of me and looked me right in the eyes. She said that she wanted to see my face when she tells me what she was about to say. I felt just as calm and at peace as I did throughout the whole ordeal of the previous days. I had no idea what she was about to say. She engaged my eyes deeply and she watched carefully for my reaction. She spoke clearly and deliberately. “You do not have leukemia”. Silence. I just looked straight back at her completely unshifted from the steadfast peace that I still was feeling. She continued... “You are a complete puzzle”. Silence. “All your blood tests contradict each other”. “Nothing like this has ever happened to me before”. She then explained her past extensive work experience and places of work, the many hospitals and clinics that she had practiced medicine in. In all her years of medical practice, nothing even remotely like this had ever happened before. She then turned toward her desk and took hold of the computer mouse and clicked a number of times. A moment later a document proceeded out of the printer which was situated beside her desk. She pulled the document from the printer and handed it to me.

With the doctor watching me very closely I began to read.... MYELOPROLIFERATIVE SCREEN. A few lines further .....“No abnormality”.... A few more lines .....“Mutation not detected”. The details continued of a number of screenings that all indicated no defect or mutation.

This was the blood test that was conducted to ascertain exactly what type of Leukemia I had. The doctor would then plan exactly what type of treatment would be best for me according to these results. Apparently I had no abnormality or mutations. I did not have disease or cancer.

And then I read the amusing note at the bottom of the report. “Consider screening for the MPLW515 mutation in the first instance... ...Screening for the CALR mutation attracts a $90 fee.”

Huh! The doctor got a little note of correction. She was instructed to screen bloods properly before sending a patient for this expensive test. What the person writing the report did not understand was that the correct screening had taken place. I had already had confirmation of blood cancer and this was an ABSOLUTE MIRACLE OF HEALING.

The doctor then stood up and opened a large white envelope. She pulled out my MRI pictures and written report. Holding them up so that I could see, she began to explain the pictures. “This is your liver” Pointing. Followed by a a short silence. “This is a GREAT liver”. Another short silence. “This can’t be your liver!”. Followed by a longer silence. “You are a complete puzzle. The report does not even mention your liver, which was the reason for the MRI in the first place.”

Trying to put all the pieces of the puzzle together in my own mind, my only answer to her was “I had many prayers”. I don’t know why I only answered with these words, but we do not plan such moments and that is all that came out. Nothing followed. The doctor answered me with a matter-of-fact kind of tone, “Well the prayers helped.”

In hindsight, I would choose that moment to be one of the most highly potential evangelistic moments of my life. Oh what I should have told her about my heavenly Father and Jesus the healer. But I didn’t. All that came out was “I had many prayers”. Ahhhhh! The doctor and I both knew that it was a miracle. There was no refuting the fact. I could see in her face that she knew what she had witnessed and she was curious. She was taking in everything about me like I was some kind of great work of art with hidden discoveries. She was looking to discover what it was about me that had brought about such a remarkable chain of events.

I then reached into my bag and looked at my vaccine record book. I was returning to Thailand and wanted to make sure by boosters were all up to date. Out of my vaccine record book fell a small piece of paper with the name of a blood test written on it. Suddenly, I remembered and I understood.

I had asked the Father to give me understanding of what He had done, but I had no idea of the extent of what had happened.

The piece of paper had been given to me one year prior to the blood cancer diagnosis, by a travel doctor who had looked after my vaccinations and health checks due to our traveling to developing countries in past years. I had routine blood tests after returning from a couple of months on the remote island off the coast of Papua New Guinea. At that time, my bloods had shown that I had cancer/disease somewhere in my body. The doctor knew me well and looked at my good state of health and said that this result was quite possibly an error. She assured me that pathology do make errors. She knew that I was returning immediately to Thailand for a few weeks. She then advised me that when I returned to Australia for a family wedding which was in about three weeks time, I should go and have another test. She placed the small piece of paper in my hand with the name of the blood test that I should request from a local doctor. She advised me not to worry about it. Pathology mistakes do happen.

I sat after this particular travel doctor’s appointment in March 2015 with my husband as we drove home in the car. I remember saying briefly to him that some potentially not-good things were spoken by the doctor and I immediately prayed with him and cancelled every plan of the devil for my life. I cancelled his assignment and declared that I would only partner and agree to God’s plan for my life. We agreed and cancelled every word spoken and written against me. Nothing more was said. I did not mention the word cancer or disease or speak of the blood test results. I just cancelled them. (I still have that piece of paper tucked away in my diary now).

Due to circumstances, I did not return to Australia until one year later and with so much happening in our lives and our work, I completely forgot about the doctor’s conversation that day.

This is when the puzzle came together. That light-bulb moment. I understood.

For more than a year, the proof was now in my hands. The results from one year ago had been no mistake. I already had the markers in my blood which indicated cancer and disease in my body. That assignment “leukemia” and “disease” from the devil had gained illegal entrance in a child of God and was ravaging my body silently with sickness. It stayed in it’s hiding place for a long time. I had no idea it was there. The devourer is an illegal entrant and a thief. Once he gains his territory he causes as much damage as he can. He was found out! Not only was the spirit of cancer evicted successfully, the Father did a creative miracle and healed everywhere that that evil spirit had damaged and touched with diseased. He also gave me a brand new liver. I had the proof in print and on MRI images.

As the doctor stuck a flu injection in my arm I did not speak to her about the little piece of paper. She chatted about the small white dot that she had noted in my MRI pictures. It seemed I had a small stone in my gal bladder. She advised me that it would possibly never bother me. My mind was busy putting together the great puzzle of what had just occurred in these past few days. As I left the doctors room, she said “Bless you”. I turned back and looked one last time at her. I smiled, she was glowing and looked pleased.

God used that one year old little piece of paper to show me His grace and His mercy. He had taken me on a journey of first teaching me some Kingdom keys and then He gave me supervised practice in using them correctly and effectively. He had supernaturally readied me for the ruling and reigning I needed to undertake. He had not let me fall. He had not allowed me to fear. He had given me a grace and peace beyond my understanding throughout the journey. He had never left me. He never forsook me. He was pleased with His plan for me. He granted me understanding.

I heard the Father’s voice so clearly as I began to fall asleep that evening. It seemed audible but I am sure that my husband did not hear it “Your faith has healed you”. I am no different than the woman with the issue of blood who touched the hem of Jesus’ garment. What I did next should not surprise you. I asked my Heavenly Father for a brand new gal bladder with no stone in it.

If you have disease, sickness or cancer of any kind in your body or mind, I ask you to:

• Accepted Jesus as healer and Lord. Just invite Him into your heart and ask Him to forgive all your sins. Call Him your Lord and Saviour. He loves that.

• Confess your sins and turn away from them. Accept His forgiveness which has already been established for you at the cross and resurrection.

• Forgive anyone that you hold anything against.

• Take Holy Communion now.

• Stand on His Word. His promises are true and can be relied upon.

• Resist the devil and he will flee from you. Rebuke him. Take authority over all the power of the devil because the authority has already been given to you by Jesus. Command the devil’s messenger to GET OUT in Jesus name. Command all symptoms to cease.

• Declare what you will partner with “as it is in heaven”... whole health, peace and joy.

• Call upon the Father for a creative miracle to restore all that has been ravaged by the enemy of your body, mind and soul.

• Enjoy the Father. Rest into His love and allow Him to fight the battle for you. He will command His mighty angels to take charge over you and minister to you.

• Then remember to thank Him. He loves that.

THE WORD OF OUR TESTIMONY

“Welcome to Glory City Church. Thank you for coming”. A beautifully groomed softly spoken woman was shaking my hand. She had the most gracious smile. “Have you been to one of our services before?”. Pastor Katherine Ruonala was doing something out of the ordinary. She had decided to take time out and wander around in the church auditorium welcoming and greeting people before the service.

I had a witness in my spirit that this was a God given moment to encourage and affirm Katherine in her faithfulness and the work of the Kingdom of God. My husband and I had returned for a Seers Conference at Glory City Church in Brisbane Australia. We had just a few days before heading back to Thailand. I had asked the Lord to give me opportunity to encourage this church and build peoples faith by being able to share of His healing work in me. The conference would be a great opportunity for us to soak in God’s presence and hear the teaching and instruction of the Word. The key speaker was a respected church pastor and revivalist. I had been in a meeting more than two years before where he was the guest speaker. Never having met him before, at that time (two years prior), he prophesied over me and declared very accurately what God had called me to do. He spoke also in detail telling of the work that I was embarking on. It was at the night session of this meeting that I experienced the previous whirl-wind angels who delivered immediate healing of a pain in the area of my spleen.

I spoke quickly before Katherine was able to move away from where I was sitting. “Katherine, I have been to one of your services for the first time recently. I was prayed for. I want to let you know that I have been healed of Leukemia.”

Katherine’s face froze for just a moment as she searched my eyes and asked me to repeat what I had just said.

In an instant, the Holy Spirit stirred in me and I told her as briefly as I could what had happened. I had come to her service and after having communion with her and the other new comers at the front of the church, she had prayed for me to receive healing. Then in a small group a Japanese girl had also prayed. The following week I was diagnosed with blood cancer and liver disease or liver cancer. Within a five day period of time I was completely well. The cancer had left me during the third day. Proof of the cancer suddenly disappearing from my blood and evidence a new liver were in my possession.

Tears formed in her eyes. She smiled so brightly. She made sounds that were of pure joy and held my hands together.

“Thank you Jesus”, more sounds of pure joy followed.

This should be recorded,” she said. “Would give your testimony tonight during the service while we are recording and live streaming?”

Of course I was glowing and beaming with joy and thankfulness. I was only too pleased to tell of God’s grace toward me.

The word of my testimony was seen and heard by many people that night. I had prayed that everyone who would listen to my testimony would gain hope and receive healing and breakthrough. I have been called since to testify and many more have heard and gained hope and received healing.

The revivalist flew in for only two nights of the Seers Conference. During one of the meetings, he pointed to me and asked me to stand. He spoke and I began to shake.

“You are ... (he made reference to my calling and the work that I do)... You were recently healed of some type of blood cancer weren’t you?” He waited for my response.

“Yes, Leukemia”, I responded.

“Leukemia was it?!?” he seemed to get an instant download from heaven in that moment.

He continued, “The enemy tried to take you out. He did not succeed. You will return to Thailand. It has been a very hard season for you hasn’t it?

I shook even harder under the tangible presence of God upon me. Tears fell from my eyes as the words seemed to hit my body and penetrate deep into my spirit.

“You have been lacking in resources and provision. I tell you, it will no longer be like that. Provision comes. This season will not be hard. This season will be joy.” ...

Now my husband and I are another year into that new season. Yes it has been a joy. It has been good. Not everything has been perfect but the journey has not been difficult as it was in the past season. Many people have blessed us with generous hospitality. We have a house provided for us. We have a car. We have funds to do what we are called to do. Inroads are being made into the needs that are on our hearts for the poor and broken in the slums and streets of city Thailand. Student scholarship and micro-enterprise funds have begun to flow. Many are being healed when we pray for them in Jesus name. Some believe in Jesus for the very first time when they hear my story of healing that is interpreted by Thai people. Many ask if they can share my story with others so that they might believe in God’s power and be healed.

LAUGHING IN THE FACE OF THE ENEMY

The time came for our final meeting at Glory City Church to end. People were again asked to form small groups and take Holy Communion together. My husband and I found a group leader who was a young man so full of joy that I nicknamed him Mr Joy. We took communion with the small group as Mr Joy lead us. Then he asked if anyone wanted prayer. I was one of the last to be prayed for. What happened was so significant that I will never forget those few minutes. As Mr Joy and the group members laid hands on me and began to pray, I doubled over and began to laugh. I laughed loudly. Every time I tried to straighten up again I would double over immediately and laugh hilariously and loudly. The laughter had completely taken me over. Everyone else was laughing at me laughing out of control. The joy of the Lord is an amazing thing. It is far beyond any joy we have experienced in the natural. It is a supernatural and powerful gift. Then as I tried to calm myself I straighten up again and again, I saw something. There before my eyes was a foggy looking spirit entity. Like a small cloud of sewerage-coloured sulphur. It hovered just a couple of meters from me. It seem weak and confused. It looked foul and smelly. I felt as if I knew what it was thinking. As I looked at it, the joy would overtake me again and I would double over laughing with tears pouring out of my eyes. I was laughing at it! It was the spirit of cancer which had unsuccessfully tried to invaded and destroy my body. I felt instinctively that it’s confusion was that it had never (in all it’s generations upon the earth) been evicted successfully from any person that it had been assigned to torture and destroy. Now that little assignment from hell did not know what to do. It had always been able to finished it’s assignments in the past.

When I finally was able to stop laughing at this pathetic, weak looking spiritual entity which was still hovering in front of me in complete confusion, I spoke to it. I told it what to do. I commanded it to go to a dry place for the rest of it’s days and I forbid it ever to touch any person again until the end of time. I told it that it would then wait for the Lord to judge it.

Jesus commanded demons to go to dry places. So do I.

HAPPY ENDING

I love seeing the devil lose. Other than being in the presence of God, there are two things that really really make me happy. They are; seeing Jesus revealed and seeing people healed and set free.

If we take up the power given to us over the enemy, nothing can harm us or hurt us.

Take hold of the weapons and put them to use. Use the Kingdom keys of Love, Prayer, Worship, Thanksgiving, Forgiveness, Blessing one another, Blessing those who behave like our enemy. Trust Him. Obey Him. These are mighty weapons. They are mighty for even the pulling down of strongholds. Bind and Loose. By the authority given to you in Jesus name, bind the enemy and loose him out. Bind to yourself everything of the lifestyle and abundance of heaven. Loose from your life, all deposits in your life that are not in line with God’s will for you. Ask the Father to release the Holy Hosts to tear down the devil and his evil plans. The Holy Hosts are fierce. They are skilled and empowered with mighty weapons. They carry the might of God Himself which is entrusted to them. They protect us and fight on our behalf. They are engaged into battle by our proclamations and declarations. They are engaged into battle by the authority of our words. “What you declare and decree shall be established”.

Jesus said, “If you resist the devil, he will flee from you”.

The mighty warrior Hosts of heaven who are assigned by God to take very good care of you will grab the demonic by the scruff of the neck and not only evict them but shred them and give them a hiding. He gives His angels charge over you to take very good care of you.

“I give you power to tread on serpents and scorpions, and over all the power of the enemy, and nothing shall by any means hurt you”. We don’t just have authority over some of the devil’s plans and power, we have been given authority over all of the enemy’s plans and power.

“If you abide in me and my word abides in you, you can ask anything and you shall have it”. Ask anything of Him, believing and in accordance with His word. He is waiting for you to ask. If we do not ask, we might not receive.

“I have come that you might have life and have it more abundantly”. Choose Life. The life that is ‘more abundant’. No sickness or strife. No lack and no fear. As it is in heaven.

The winds that whisked around my body when I was prayed for in the church, were His messengers, His holy servants, His ministering angels. The burning of my bones and flesh for three days were His servants, His holy angels who were on assignment to heal every cell, every molecule in bone and tissue that Satan’s messenger had touched in me.

The winds are His messengers;

flames of fire are His servants.

Psalm 104:4

I wonder if King David of Israel knew when he wrote this that he was writing about the Lord God’s faithful angelic helpers? His Hosts and Angels who are all around us. Obedient to God their maker and who love us and take very good care of us.