This is one in a series of writings telling of the factors God worked together, as told us by Paul in Romans 8: 18-28, building the story of my life.
Disclaimer: I make no claim that this woman was "demon possessed".
The microphone was not active when I spoke, so the man with the mike,
my husband and I were the only ones who knew what I had seen. I,
personally believe God knew what it would take to get my attention.
This is simply an account of what I saw, what was done, and what happened.
Our first time traveling for the Lord,
we were at the ATM.
Our intention was to observe and learn how others obeyed Him.
Sid was taller, so he sat between Brian and Scott and I sat on the aisle;
that way we could both hear and see what was happening all the while.
It was near the end of the evening; folks were called up who wanted prayer
When I saw a horrid scene from way back in my chair.
A woman's head seemed to open up as though it were a scroll;
I saw a demon in the fork of a tree who thought he was in control.
I blinked and looked again to be certain of what I did see.
That demon was still there and making faces at me.
I turned and told my husband what the vision had done;
He said, "Don't tell me, tell him." pointing to the man with the microphone.
I gave Sid my bewildered look, as plain as I could be.
He looked back with the one that said; "Wife, you heard me."
Dealing with uncertainty, I got up and left my chair.
I headed timidly to the front, with every step a prayer.
Finding the man with the microphone, as I was told to do
I told him of my vision and what came into my view,
Emphasizing "my husband had said that I should tell it all to you."
He answered, "God only shows a vision to those He wants to use."
Tears flowing, body shaking, I confessed, "I don't know what to do."
With patience he instructed me to stand behind that soul
and lightly touch the place I saw so she could be made whole.
"Just say what comes into your mind, He will give the words to you."
And I did.
The next day that woman was asked to testify the reason for her cheer.
That morning she'd kept her appointment for pre-op tests and such.
They planned to remove a tumor from inside the place I'd touched.
Double-checking, their tests revealed the tumor was no longer there.
Leola Boyd © 27 October 2011
photo from morgueFile
graphics Leola Boyd
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