As I prayed for a friend . . .

Lord, what would you like to do for her?

I began to sense a strong feeling of fear.

Would you like to give that fear to the Lord?

I handed the fear to the Lord and it looked like cards turned face upwards. Showing the cards.

What would you like to give her in exchange for fear?

Courage. The courage looked like her being surrounded by lions like Daniel in the lion’s den. One at a time she quietly, gently closed the mouth of each lion with her right hand. I was surprised that courage didn’t look like her becoming like a lion, but her being surrounded by lions yet with confidence and faith.

What else Lord?

She began to walk up a flight of stairs with a false Christ. It was heading to this attic and the whole scene was frightening and creepy, dark. She was tormented and afraid.

Would the real Jesus please come into this scene?

He appeared with a huge stop sign. Do not enter sign, over this stairway. Instead He began to lead her into the light. She was like a sheep now. He said “Psalm 23 is always and the only way I ever lead my sheep”

Now that the fear and false Christ is dealt with, what would you be willing to say about this disease? He said, “Sit her at the table.” I said, “no, Lord, but what do you have to say about this disease? Again, “Sit her at the table.” Even once more this happened. I was resistant to go to this table because it didn’t seem to be a direct answer.

I realized the table was vast and golden, and full of people. All the people she has ever known or met. She sat at the head of the table. I went a few seats down and was very resistant to sit down. Everyone was holding hands. It just felt too vulnerable. In obedience I sat down at this table. As everyone held hands, power began to circulate up and down the table like a blue light. The Lord says, “my Body does not have cancer” in an almost now, yes, but also not yet, being realized. This is the true identity of the Bride. She does not have cancer. She has no spot, no wrinkle.

They all began to sing “If He did it for me, He will do it for you” over and over.

Offering baskets were placed at the table and people began to fill them with their confessions of sin. My friend put cancer in the basket. I thought. . . what a horrible offering for Christ. Jesus, who stood beside the table began to collect the baskets and throw the contents into a black trash bag. Then, He was like a flight attendant and the table began to get brighter and more golden. I realized that all around this table was utter darkness. He pleaded with me, vehemently “Do not leave this table. Do not break this fellowship.”

A very old alcoholic man began to approach the table. He reeked so horribly, and after so many years of choosing this addiction, why would he or why should he now come to the table? How should this table be made dirty by him? I said oh no, he is not coming here. The Lord said, “Let him come to the table. When he sat down, with hands and clothes still dirty, the disease of alcoholism began to dissipate as he held hands with those at the table. His dignity and strength was restored. He was totally healed.

I wanted to pray for her, but I couldn’t get up. My hands were tied, being held on either side by this table of fellowship. I said to. the Lord, “You’ve given us power over every unclean spirit, disease, and death.” But I began to see the power was weak while everyone at the table began to look on their phones and have intellectual arguments and opinions. We all began to also give the Lord these thoughts. He said “The wisdom of God is not the wisdom of man.”

Lord, will you heal her?

He said “it is always my will to heal” Okay, but would you heal her? He went to her and knelt down and she was a child. He put a bandaid on her wound. Then she was an adult and there was a wrestle as she gave him this pink heart shaped pillow that said “cancer”. She gave it to the Lord and He threw it out. He threw out the identity and familiarity and attachment to cancer that had put roots in this heart.

What would you like to give her in exchange for that heart pillow?

He gave her this titanium looking heart, in the shape of a real heart organ. It covered her heart like a shield. Nails thrown at it just bounced off. It cleansed all her blood. He looked at her vitals, which were dying, and He said, “Your vitals are perfect.” The vitals, themselves, heard His voice and changed and were healed. I realized this was a gift of faith, and the shield around her heart was faith. He had her get up and walk out her healing – and she was restored.