Wow, we did it, all twenty-nine of us! We came through the Christian Communicators Conference (CCC) in NC at The Cove, the Billy Graham conference grounds, shining brighter than ever. In part because of the prayers of the 2011 CCC women who lifted us up and sent encouraging messages to us via Vonda Skinner Skelton. She and Carolyn Knefely are wonderful, inspiring speakers.
They give women called to speak tools to help support and launch into a speaking ministry. Our time together was anointed. We are Ambassadors for the Lord, Warrior Women fighting in the power of the Holy Spirit.
My purpose has been defined: to encourage and inspire women to hope and healing as I share my story of suffering a year and a half with fibromyalgia and chronic fatigue syndrome, and how God healed me. After enduring five weeks of withdrawals as I weaned off OxyContin and Darvocet, I learned it would take six to eight months to get the drugs completely out of my system.
My church's monthly Monday night prayer group lifted me in prayer and the Lord miraculously cleansed my body of the drugs. Hallelujah! Our God still has power to heal, Beloved. He heals broken bodies, broken marriages, broken lives, and He heals the sin sick soul.
I also speak on the Armor of God and have many other stories that can merge with God's stories to equip women as we fight the good fight, in Jesus name.
Health issues have often stopped me, and one of the things Carolyn encouraged me with, is that although I'll always have health issues, I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me (Phil. 4:13). It was a huge breakthrough.
While my parents meant well, especially my mom, her "Be careful" and "Don't..." throughout my life because of diabetes, hindered me. A few years ago I became aware of that barrier. How much better it would've been had she said, "You can do anything you put your mind to. Christ is your strength."
Flying to NC from CA for the CCC was a stretch for me, another breakthrough. When it comes to travel I'm quite dependent upon my husband. I not only went by myself, I had to change planes and get to the hotel, and I did it. But I wasn't alone. The Lord held my hand.
On the last leg of the flight home. Twenty-eight year old Sarah (name changed), who lost her mother to ovarian cancer when she was nine, sat beside me. As the plane took off she tensed and pushed back into the seat. I held her hand and prayed for her.
She shared about her mother taking her and her siblings to church when she was young, and as I shared about my time at the CCC. Her responses led me to ask if she loved Jesus. "Yes," she said, and I rejoiced.
The last fifteen minutes of a the flight we started talking about spiritual things again. She told me her mom had her baptized as a baby.
"You know that baptism doesn't save you, right?" "No," she said. "I don't know very much, but I want to."
"Can I share with you?" I asked. She said, "Yes." I had the privilege of sharing with Sarah how to be saved. She prayed and asked Jesus into her heart. Thank you Lord. Hallelujah! It was the proverbial icing on the cake to a fantastic five days with my sweet new sisters at the CCC!
Lord, I ask that you encourage my sisters in Christ to step out of their comfort zones and to take risks for your sake. Give them spiritual boldness, in Jesus name, amen.
Romans 1:17-18a, I ask, "That the God of our Lord Jesus Christ, the father of glory, may give you a spirit of wisdom and of revelation in the knowledge of him, having the eyes of your heart enlightened, that you may know what is the hope to which he has called you."