Healing and Miracles 2
I have had problems with my ears all of my life. I didn't know how much of a problem it was until I was in the eighth grade. Then it became apparent to many people that I was having a problem, but I didn't notice it myself. I was told that I was speaking very softly.
One of the teachers that I had got very irritated with me, and had me stand up in the front of the class and start shouting at the top of my voice, because he said that he couldn't hear me. Back in those days there was not the sensitivity training for disabilities that you have now. They wanted me to be tested for a speech impediment, and various other things. I was just in my own little world, and had always been very quiet. I didn't think that I had a problem. If you have a hearing loss, you don't know what you are missing, because you can't hear it, and it just doesn't exist for you.
My parents took me into a specialist, and he said that about 50% of my hearing was gone. He did an operation to fix what he could, but some things medical science can not fix. This doctor said that part of my inner ears were gone, and looked like someone had taken a bite out of them. That section of my hearing was no longer existent. So what do you do? I learned to live with it. You make adjustments, and I had been adjusting to this world of my own for a long time. I watched what people were saying, and learned to understand what they were saying. I guess that I had a system to read peoples lips. I got along all right.
I was not walking with the Lord for many years, just going along and doing my own thing as many people do, and in the process got myself into a lot of trouble in my personal life. When I got into trouble, I reached out to the One that I knew had the power to help me... the Lord Jesus Christ. I started going into a small Pentecostal church close by, and it was very different from my Baptist upbringing. However, there was something there that drew me more than anything that I had ever known before. I knew the presence of God, and believed in healing, but I didn't really think that I needed healing until one day when God revealed it to me.
It Good Friday, and the church was having a service that night. I went into the service, not even dreaming of what God had in store for me. The service very graphically depicted the death of Jesus, and what he had to go through on the cross, and then there was a communion table that you could partake of. I don't think that it was so much the service, but rather a move of the Holy Spirit that began to work on me. God started to show me all the things that Jesus had to go through on the cross, and that he did it for me. He did it because he loved me, and wanted me to have eternal life, to be free of sin and sickness and disease. He had paid for it all. It was mine, and all that I had to do was to take hold of it. But it was as if God was holding this wonderful thing out to me, and I was telling him... no, that's all right, I don't really need it. What would I have felt like if I picked out the best present that I could find, and it cost me all that I had, and I wanted to give this present to somebody, and that they refused it? I started to weep, and told God how sorry I was, and that if He wanted to heal me, that I would receive from Him.
The next time that I went into a Wednesday night prayer service, I asked the Pastor and a couple of other people if they would pray for my ears, and they did. My ears did not get better, they got worse. I started to get dizzy spells that almost knocked me off of my feet. I asked them to pray for me again, and the same thing happened.
Marilyn Hickey was one of my mother's favorite preachers, and she was coming to Minneapolis, Minnesota. My mother was determined that since she couldn't go to see her, I was going. I didn't really know what to make of Marilyn Hickey, but because my mother insisted, I went with my Aunt and my other sister. Marilyn was teaching on generational curses, and I listened. Nothing really struck me as that it might apply to me, but I listened. The last night was to be an anointing service, and she was going to pray for people to be healed. We were supposed to think of one thing that we wanted God to do for us. What did I want? I thought about it, and the only thing that I could think of was that my ears should be healed. I went up in the healing line with everyone else, and when Marilyn came down that line, she looked at me, and stuck her fingers into my ears. I felt something happen then, and was hoping that my ears would be completely normal and this whole thing would be over, but the next day it was still the same.
It was not until about a month later, when I was going for a walk, out in the country by myself, that I asked God why my ears had not been healed. I believed in healing. I knew that God wanted to heal me. I was not refusing the healing that he had for me. I had asked for prayer. Why was it not done?
Suddenly, in an instant I could see what it was that was holding back my healing. The teaching that I had heard the month before gelled in my mind, and I got it. There were many people in my family that had problems with their ears. Many people. My dad was deaf in one ear, my grandmother was partially deaf, I had cousins that had the same problem, my daughter Kathy had tubes in her ears, my nephew Kenny had terrible problems with his ears from the time that he was born, and then there was me. One doctor had said that it looked like I had gone through hell when I was younger, it was that bad.
I could see how the devil had a hold on my ears, and how that was what was preventing me from receiving my healing. I got so angry at the devil! I started yelling at the devil, and told him in no uncertain terms that he had had my ears for too long, and he couldn't have them any more. I prayed and took authority over that devil, and kept on praying until I felt like it was done. Instantly, my ears started to open up and pop. One month later, they were offering hearing tests at work, so I had one done. My hearing was normal. God had done a creative miracle, and restored my hearing. And the devil is defeated again.
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