Our Story, Part Thirty-Five (Backfire)

"There are things that you will only be able to learn from the weakest among us, and when you snuff them out, you are the one that loses.  You are the one who will suffer forever."

Gianna Jessen

(abortion survivor)

As I continue to share our story, I realize that it may be obvious to some of you what church I am referring to in my blogs.  Because everything is about to take a turn, I want to make it clear that I am not sharing our story to point out any specific church or person involved, but rather to bring awareness to the devastating consequences of the "auto-immune" condition (disease) within the "Body of Christ."  We are called to build up, love and support each and every member within the Body.  We are told to give honor and respect, even to the very least among us. In fact, God tells us: "And the parts we think are less honorable we treat with special honor." (I Corinthians 12:23)  When we choose to disregard and dishonor the weaker members, we are the ones who will suffer the consequences.

There is a tendency within the church to only give honor and respect to those who we value and esteem and to discount the ones who we do not. I would never have understood just how detrimental and destructive it could be had God not allowed me to become one of these weak, disregarded members. For this reason, I am choosing to share our story in its entirety.  I did not get to write the ending of our story, and I would have never written it the way that it went.  My family has a beautiful testimony that has been shut down for more than 5 years and tainted because of the "auto-immune" condition in the church. 

I believe that many of my problems first began because the local pastor was not happy that the prayer service for Kaylee had taken place in the church. Although he had given permission for the church to be used on that night, and although the elders had been a part of our prayer service, he would later let it be known that it should not have taken place in the church.  It's hard to believe that my daughter's miraculous healing has been overshadowed by controversy.  I believe that it was this point of contention that began to cause the dissension among us.   

It didn't happen overnight, but through a series of misunderstandings, false perceptions, the "pointing finger" and much "secret talk", it was eventually concluded that I had manipulated the prayer team to have this prayer service for Kaylee.  Somewhere along the way, these women seemed to have forgotten that we all prayed together and specifically asked God what He wanted us to do. It had been during our time of prayer that one of the woman stood up and said, "I know what God wants us to do..."  

I will always know that I got down on my knees in front of the cross that day and gave the day to God. I know that God planned and ordained this night long before I ever stepped foot in that church. Our miracle was designed and orchestrated by the hand of God and He is deserving of all the glory. I am not going to allow the lies and schemes of the enemy to take my testimony from me. 

Sometimes I think back and wonder how it ever got to this point. After all, if you really think about it, who would condemn a mother with a sick child for "manipulating" to use the altar for prayer (even if this was true)? When things do not make sense, you can be sure it's the enemy at work.

Admittedly, some of our side of this story is based on perception and hearsay.  This is because nobody ever came to me to tell me what I was being accused of in secret.  I had to figure most of this out for myself.  In the last couple of years, I have sent numerous emails, and even a certified letter, pleading with the pastors for a meeting with everyone involved so that this can be resolved and reconciled. These emails and letters have been ignored (disregarded). One thing I have learned throughout this ordeal is that when people do not value you, they do not see a purpose for reconciliation.   

As we know, Satan is an expert and mastermind at causing confusion and deception among God's people.  A seed was planted, watered a little at a time, and before we knew it, had grown out of control. Eventually, it was determined by many within this church that I was a "foreign invader" (bacteria, virus, antigen) who did not belong in the church ("Body").    

From this point forward, I will be changing many of the names in my blog for the protection of those involved. The names I have mentioned previously are among the few who did not turn against me. I choose to walk in forgiveness toward those who have accused me, but I also choose to stand firm in the truth. I am fully aware who the real enemy of the church is:

"For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms."  (Ephesians 6:12)   

Many things were happening simultaneously, but for the most part, I was completely oblivious to what was "brewing" behind the scenes. When Erica and I look back, we can see things a bit more clearly.  There were a couple of "red flags" early on.

Erica was befriended by an older woman who was a member of the prayer team and who had also been a part of Kaylee's prayer service.  I will refer to her as Sally. Following our prayer service, Erica was eager to learn more about the gifts of the Holy Spirit and she expressed this desire to Sally. The two of them began talking, and Sally began to refer to herself as Erica's "spiritual mother."  Erica shared many things with Sally about what she and I had been through together (the things I have mentioned in this blog).

At some point, Erica asked Sally if she would meet with me so that she could hear my testimony for herself. To Erica's surprise, Sally declined. She then explained to her that because she was a widow, living alone without her spiritual protection, she was vulnerable. She later further explained (in a letter) that "the Holy Spirit had checked her" from taking this additional step with me. Shortly after this, she gave Erica a copy of the book "Boundaries" and told her that the the two of us needed to "honor the fence" that stands between us. Needless to say, Erica found all of this to be very odd. 

Sally would later say something else that Erica found to be very disturbing.  She told Erica that the pastors of the church had been warned that the devil was going to send a woman to the church in Auburn who would try and cause division. Erica was confused as to why she would be sharing this information with her. Also, she couldn't help but wonder where Sally was getting this information from. Erica began to suspect that this woman, whom Sally was referring to, was me, but she couldn't say for certain at the time.  Erica decided to distance herself from Sally.

Erica did not tell me about any of this for some time, so I continued to be oblivious to it all. We now believe that the secret talk against me had already begun and that Sally was subtly attempting to pass it on to Erica (planting a seed).  This would become more obvious and blatant later.  

In the meantime, we were still celebrating our miracle and assuming that everyone was rejoicing with us.  Kaylee continued to improve daily, and at some point, I decided that I needed to let the pastors in Birmingham know about our miracle. The main pastor was impossible to reach, but I made a phone call to the main office and told the secretary that I wanted to share some exciting news. She put me in touch with one of the associate pastors (I do not recall his name).  I told this pastor that my daughter had been healed, following the sermon that was preached on healing, and I also told him that I had a great story to share concerning it all. 

Admittedly, this pastor's response was a bit of a letdown for me.  Although he was nice and seemed happy for us, it just felt strange.  His response was as if I was telling him some great news like: my husband had just gotten a new job or our house had sold after being on the market for a long time. It just didn't seem that he was grasping the real miracle that had just taken place. I suppose that because I had prayed for this for nine long years, I expected him to be more excited. I expected that he would want to hear all about it. After all, these are not the kind of miracles that happen every day. 

The following Sunday, the pastor began the service by saying, "I am hearing that there are great things happening at the church in Auburn!"  He then went on to talk about the number of college students that had been in attendance at one of the recent events at the church. Although I hadn't expected our healing to be acknowledged, this still felt like a knife in my heart. So much of the focus at this church seemed to be on numbers and growth, and it was at this point that I began to understand that our miracle would most likely never be told to the church.   

Looking back now, this all seems very trivial. If our story had ended with our miracle simply not being acknowledged, I would be fine.  But from this point forward, things began to spiral out of control. I find it to be very interesting that God brought our miracle about through the power of unity and that Satan was able to quickly shut it down through division.  I truly believe that there is a greater message to be found in the entirety of our testimony.


"...But God has put the body together, giving greater honor to the parts that lacked it, so that there should be no division in the body, but that its parts should have equal concern for each other."

(I Corinthians 12:24&25)

Our Story, Part Thirty-Four (The Calling)

"You, my brothers and sisters, 

were called to be free.  

But do not use your freedom 

to indulge the flesh; rather, 

 serve one another humbly in love."

(Galatians 5:13)

The life-changing sermon on healing that I received on August 17th, the day before my birthday and the day of our healing, had been the third part of a four part series entitled, Encounters. The fourth and final sermon in this series was preached the following Sunday, August 24th.  This sermon, which was entitled Encounters on Purpose, was about to tie everything together perfectly for me.  

The service began on a disappointing note.  At the closing of the previous sermon on healing, a brief testimony had been shared with us about the writer of the song, "Healer." ( or "You're My Healer") The pastor started off by informing us that the testimony we had heard, in which the writer of the song claimed to have been healed of cancer, turned out not to be the truth.  In fact, the writer had never had cancer at all. It would turn out that he had deceived and misled a large group of people. This was hard to hear, as so many of us had been emotionally moved to tears by this man's story the week before (I did not mention this part in my blog earlier for this reason).  

This was particularly hard for me to hear because this song, and this man's story, had been such an inspiration to me going into our healing service for Kaylee.  It would turn out that this would be just the beginning of a series of "dark shadows" that Satan would attempt to cast over our miraculous day. Although this testimony had nothing to do with our miracle, this deception made us all a bit less trusting than we had been the week before.  A seed of skepticism and doubt had now been planted in everyone's mind.  We were reminded that there are people out there who will manipulate for their own gain and that we cannot simply take people at their word.  

I later watched a clip about this man's story.  My heart went out to him as he seemed very broken, ashamed and remorseful for how he had deceived so many people.  The truth was, God had healed him from addictions and issues of his past, but somewhere along the way, Satan had tempted him to create a better story. This lie had grown out of control and spread quickly, and because it had been made so public, it was now being used to discredit both the church and the subject of healing. This was a perfect example of what the pastor had been talking to us about in the sermon the week before. 

Although this was very disappointing in many ways, we have to keep in mind that if we allow one man's sin to cause us to question everyone or to doubt the healing power of God altogether, we are giving Satan exactly what he wanted from this. There are far too many wonderful testimonies out there about healing that are true. 

Once we were past this difficult part of the morning, the pastor went on to preach a powerful sermon.  He began by talking to us about those moments in our lives that forever "mark" and "define" us.  I had just experienced a "defining moment" in my life a few days earlier, and I knew that I would never be the same.  I listened closely and took in every word of this sermon. 

"And we all, who with unveiled faces contemplate the Lord's glory, are being transformed into his image with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the spirit."  (II Corinthians 3:18)

The pastor explained to us that these life-changing moments and personal encounters with God are not only for our enjoyment.  These experiences are also given to us so that we can pass on this hope to a lost and hurting world.  "The moments are to be reflections of light and life to a world  ...who's about to check out, they're dying, they're hopeless, they're sick, they're tired, they can't handle it anymore..." he went on.

As he spoke these words, I felt something stirring inside of me.  Those dark, seemingly hopeless moments in my life had left me with a new understanding, as well as a deep compassion for the sick, the weak, and the poor (the oppressed).  I knew, all too well, what it felt like to be tired and hopeless.  Yet I also knew, because of the miraculous "encounter" I had just experienced, what it felt like to be honored, valued, highly esteemed and loved by God.  

"Our hope," the pastor explained, "was that everyone of us would get marked, have a moment with God, lives changed, so that we could be this reflection to a world that's tired, given up, hurting..."   

"In the same way, let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven."  (Mathew 5:16)

Once again, I was receiving every word out of this pastor's mouth as though it was being spoken directly to me from God. I had once felt that God had a calling on my life, and I felt that tug on my heart once again.  I felt this vision being renewed inside of me. I wanted to be a reflection of hope to others and to pass on the incredible love I had just experienced. In fact, I felt that I owed this to God after all that He had done for me. 

He went on to tell us that every "encounter story" mentioned in the Bible had one consistent theme: an assignment. 

"God never encounters someone and then leaves them at the point of the encounter. In every one of them, at the end of the encounter, God says, 'Okay, now here's your assignment.'  Every encounter has a follow-up purpose, a plan, a destiny, a mission, something I (God) need you to do."  

The pastor then looked at us and confirmed what I already knew in my heart: "Let me say with every bit of conviction I have, God has a call on your life!" he said ..."You are here with a very special and unique assignment. It will make your life make sense."    

I began to think back to the dream God had given me years earlier in which He was leading me through the dark cave toward the light.  God had taught me so many things since that dream, and although it had been much darker than I could have ever anticipated, God had brought me through it. He never let go of my hand, even in those moments when I seriously questioned and doubted Him. He had taught me how to trust Him in the darkness, how to persevere, how to pray, and how to battle the wicked schemes and lies of the enemy. 

Suddenly it all began to make sense.  I began to understand that God had allowed my suffering - my time in "the pit"- to prepare me for a greater calling that He had on my life.  I felt that God wanted me to help bring hope and healing to the sick, broken, wounded, disregarded, invaluable members (or potential members) of the "Body of Christ." 

"God wants to reveal Himself to you," the pastor went on, "All you have to do is pursue it... God can be found, but He is found to those who actively pursue Him."

After this, he warned us about the tactics that Satan would use in order to hinder us or distract us from this pursuit of God.  He explained that Satan would try to bring up the sins of our past, the "lies" he has planted in our minds, the "issue of yesterday."  But the pastor also assured us, "God wants to rip that rear-view mirror down.  ...He wants to move you off the stuff that has you stuck."   

He then told us that our calling would require us to "take a step of faith."  He explained how it would seem uncertain at first and that God would only give us enough information to get us started.  He would give us the rest, only as we needed it, in order to keep us close and dependent on Him.  

"God will give you a seemingly impossible vision. He wants to use you in a great way."  he said.

My heart was racing as I felt this calling on my life once again, but then came the dreaded part that I did not want to hear: 

"You can expect resistance," the pastor said. "Every demon in hell is going to try and stop you.  ...You will feel like stopping. You will say, 'What went wrong?'  But the truth is, you just might be doing everything right. As one pastor said, 'If you're not butting heads with the devil from time to time, you just might be walking with him."  he continued on. "Do not let it distract you!"

"I only know that in every city the Holy Spirit warns me that prison and hardships are facing me." (Acts 20:23)

I quickly dismissed this part of the message from my thoughts.  I convinced myself that this one part was for somebody else. I felt that I had already been through my time of suffering. On this day, I only wanted to focus on all the wonderful things God had done for my family. He had led me to the most incredible church! He had lined these sermons up to guide me along my way. He had healed my children! He was now reminding me that He had a calling on my life!  

I couldn't wait to let the people of this church know what God had done through their prayers! I couldn't wait to tell this pastor about our healing and about how God had used him and his messages in such an incredible way! I couldn't wait to let everyone know how God had lined our healing up with their 21 days of fasting in January and the 21 days of prayer in August! I couldn't wait to tell them the beautiful way that God had started it all by giving one of my students (a disregarded, wounded child) a dream and how He had finished it with the perfect sermon on healing the day before my birthday!  It was still all so unbelievable to me! 

I continued to sit there in amazement as God continued to speak. The pastor even ended the sermon this day with the very same verse that God had been using to give me understanding about Kaylee's healing:

"Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all.  So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal." (II Corinthians 4:16-18)

Although I couldn't understand it at the time, I can now look back and see that this verse was given to me for a greater purpose, not only concerning Kaylee's healing. It was also meant to prepare me for what was ahead. It is still shocking, as I sit here reliving this moment, the drastic turn it was all about to take. Although I can see clearly how God had been warning me for a very long time, there was just no way I could have fully prepared myself for what was coming. 

You see, the people of this church would never hear about Kaylee's healing nor would they ever know the part they played in it.  As quickly as God had pulled it all together, Satan set out to shut down our testimony. Yes, resistance was about to come, but it would come in a way I would never have thought possible.  Most of this resistance would come through this very church and through many of the people who had prayed for Kaylee's healing on our special night. As wonderful as this church was (and still is) it too had symptoms of the auto-immune condition (disease) that God had been revealing to me.  He knew what was coming.  In fact, if you will remember, God had also led me to stand up in front of everyone on the night our healing took place and to talk about the critical message of Isaiah 58.  He had led me to confess my own struggles with this destructive behavior: "... the pointing finger and malicious talk...."  

Satan had lost an enormous battle concerning my family, and the way I see it, he wanted to ensure that nothing like this would ever take place in this church again (or in any church).  He hated and feared the unity and love that had brought him defeat! He had to quickly shut down our testimony, and in order to do this, he had to first discredit me completely. Clearly, I was not going to be quiet about our miracle! 

The pastor had identified the precise point of attack: my "rear-view mirror."  Satan had already come after my family hard, and he knew that he could use the shattered condition of my life against me. After all, he is an expert on causing division in a church. I was about to experience an "auto-immune attack" within this very church like nothing I had ever imagined was possible!

I have often described our miraculous night as being like the story of Cinderella.  For one glorious night, I truly felt like a princess. I was given a birthday party by God!  On this night, the people of this church saw our family through the eyes of God and they truly loved us!  ...But as the fairy tale tends to go, when the clock struck mid-night, we all began to turn back into "pumpkins and mice."







   

Our Story, Part Thirty-Three (The Cleansing)

"And it shall come to pass in the last days, says God, That I will pour My Spirit on all flesh; Your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, Your young men shall see visions, Your old men shall dream dreams. And on My menservants and on My maidservants, I will pour out My Spirit in those days; And they shall prophesy.  I will show wonders in heaven above, And signs in the earth beneath: Blood and fire and vapor of smoke. The sun shall be turned into darkness, and the moon into blood, Before the coming of the great and awesome day of the Lord.  And it shall come to pass That whoever calls on the name of the Lord Shall be saved."

(Acts 2:17-21) 

The night of August 18th, 2008 was truly the most incredible experience and birthday of my life.  It far exceeded any expectation I might have had for this night to be.  It was hard to leave the church, and our small taste of heaven on earth, this night and to return to real life. Several of us hung around in the church parking lot afterwards talking about what had just happened.  

One of the most beautiful things about this night was that so many various gifts were being displayed.  I truly believe that something very miraculous took place in order for this to occur. I think that often times people are afraid to share their unique and invaluable gifts for fear of how it will be received.  Some of the most incredible gifts are quenched early on by rejection. Yet, on this glorious night, there seemed to be complete freedom.  Even after we moved out into the parking lot, miraculous things were continuing to take place to prepare me for what was ahead. 

I remember looking down, as we were leaving the church, and noticing that Kaylee's ankle had not changed in appearance.  While I might have felt a slight disappointment in that brief moment, shortly after this, Erica received an anonymous text message that read:  Look up into the sky. It's a blood moon.  Kaylee will be cleansed all throughout the night.  

Some of my memories of this night are completely clear, while other memories are a bit more hazy. I heard about something this night that has forever changed the way I view my prayer life, yet the specifics of how I came to know about it are not clear. I was told that someone saw, through a vision, that two angels were trying to get to Kaylee but that they were being blocked by what appeared to be a "wall of demons."  As the night went on, and as we continued in united prayer, this "wall" began to break down and the angels were eventually able to make their way over to Kaylee. I was also told (and I cannot recall if this was the same vision or not) that two angels were pouring blood into Kaylee.  

Another vision, one that Kaylee later told me about, was by one of the female college students who prayed for her on this night.  As she was praying, she glanced up and told Kaylee, "There are two angels standing behind you." These separate visions, recounted by at least two separate individuals, seemed to coincide with one another.  While I normally would have been skeptical about things such as this, on this night, which felt as though the heavens had been opened up to us, I received every word.   

I believe that the "wall of demons" in this first vision gives us a perfect picture of the warfare taking place while we are praying.  My own interpretation of this vision has helped me to understand that there are strongholds that often keep our "answers" from being able to reach us (just as with Daniel). These "strongholds" can be a number of factors, from unrepentant sin in our lives, to a lack of faith, to spiritual things far beyond our understanding.  I believe that visions are given to certain people to give us insight and understanding. This is yet another reason why we need to operate in the power and strength of a fully functioning "Body of Christ." 

When I think about this vision, it reminds me of the story in the Bible about the boy who was possessed by a demonic spirit. The disciples had been unable to drive this particular demon out and had questioned Jesus as to why. Jesus, who referred to them as a "faithless generation",  responded: "This kind can come out by nothing but prayer and fasting."  (Mark 9)  For whatever reason, Kaylee's healing had required us to fast.  Apparently, it also required an "army of Believers" to come together in united prayer as well in order for it to be completed.  It would appear that there were numerous strongholds, and quite a spiritual battle, surrounding her life.  

I think it is so important that we always keep in mind that our understanding is very limited.  God has provided us with our instructions in His word, and it is up to us to apply these instructions whether we understand the reasoning or not.  Because of this vision, and because of all the things that God revealed to me throughout this time, I no longer assume that unanswered prayer is a "no" from God. I now ask Him to show me specifically how to pray over a given situation.  I ask Him to show me if I need to do more or to reveal any hidden sin that might be hindering the effectiveness of my prayers. I also continue to pray with persistence until I receive an answer.  Sometimes that answer is a clear "no".  Only in this instance do I stop asking. 

After we left the church, the children and I went to Sonic to get dinner.  It felt very strange to have gone from such a "high" to eating at Sonic. We talked about everything and recounted our own individual experiences before returning home to wait. I don't think any of us were doubting that Kaylee's healing had occurred, even though we could not yet "see" it.  We understood that it was just a matter of waiting to see it fully manifest. 

I don't remember many of the details about this night after we returned home.  Strangely, my only memory is of Barret jumping rope in the living room.  It wasn't until after we went to bed that night that things began to happen. Although Kaylee hates for me to talk about this, I feel that these details are too significant to leave out.  Shortly after she fell asleep, a strange odor began to fill the air around her. It almost seemed as if the disease itself was being pushed out of her body (or cleansed).  It was Brooke who would later tell me about this because she had been sleeping in the room with her.  This odor was so strong, in fact, that Brooke couldn't stay in the room. She decided to get up and go sleep on the couch. (I could still smell it slightly the next morning.) 


It wasn't long after this that Brooke suddenly began having what she later described as sharp pains shooting all throughout her body.  Naturally, because we had not been expecting anything to happen with her, this was very frightening to her. She started to come wake me up and let me know what was happening, but before this, she pulled her phone out and started looking through her text messages. She noticed there was a text message from earlier in the day that she had not yet looked at.  To her surprise, the message read: God wants you to know that everything you are going through has already been taken care of.  

(I still find it very funny that God was using text messages to speak to us on this night.)


This particular text message had been sent out from one of her co-workers as a "mass text" earlier in the day, but she just happened to see it in that very moment when she needed it. This message began to calm her fears, as the strange pain continued on throughout the night. Although it was hard to fall back to sleep, she managed to make it through the night before telling me what had happened.  

Both of these occurrences, along with the text message Erica had received earlier, led me to believe that both Brooke and Kaylee were being cleansed throughout the night.  This was significant because, as I had learned years earlier from Dr. Robbins (and also through The Maker's Diet book), when a "cleansing" is taking place, the symptoms will often get worse right before they get better.  

Kaylee did not feel well on the morning of August 19th.  Although I had hoped this would not be the case, many of her symptoms got worse yet again. This time, however, I did not allow it to rattle me. I told her to pull out her prayer and to continue to say it aloud until every symptom was gone. Interestingly, the symptoms that were noticeable, such as the swollen ankle, got significantly worse right before they disappeared completely.  Shortly after the swelling in her ankle was gone, I noticed that her right knee began to swell significantly.  The very next day after I noticed this, it returned to normal as well.  This continued to go on for the next several weeks, and I assumed that this was also taking place with the symptoms that we could not see (inside of her body). Once these visible symptoms were gone, they have never returned. 

As I have said before, there are many things about this healing that I do not completely understand. Another thing that happened, following this night, was that Barret came to me complaining that he had pain shooting up and down his legs.  He described this pain as feeling like someone was taking a rope or string, tying it around his leg, and pulling it as tight as it would go.  I remember wondering, at the time, if he too was experiencing some type of cleansing or healing, although he had not yet been diagnosed with anything.  It was such a miraculous time that anything seemed possible. Yet, here we are today battling Type One Diabetes with him.  I don't really know what to make of this, and then again, this pain could merely have resulted from all the jump roping he had been done the night before. Some things still remain a mystery. 

Two days after Kaylee's healing service, I returned to the Wednesday morning prayer service. Although she was still struggling with her symptoms, there were no doubts in my mind about her healing. It was important to me that I go back to the place it had happened to thank God for what He had done.  

As I was walking up to the church that morning, I noticed the local pastor standing in front of a window reading his Bible.  This was the first time I remember thinking about him since my birthday. As I approached the building, he looked up and we made eye contact for just a moment.  It was only then, as he quickly looked back down, that I suspected he was not happy with me. I had assumed that he had a change in heart since we had been allowed to have the prayer service and also because I was told that one of his relatives (who was an elder) had anointed and prayed for Kaylee and had also locked the church behind us that night. I wondered what exactly had transpired after I left the church that day.  

I was not upset with this pastor at all. I completely understood the spiritual battle that had been surrounding Kaylee's healing. I assumed that Satan had come after this pastor hard, just as he had come after me the night before our sermon on healing. Regardless of how this prayer service had come about, I was just so relieved that God had been able to intervene.  I believe, with all of my heart, that it was our prayers and fasting (in those seven months leading up to this day) that had paved the way and God was not going to allow anything to stand in the way of this healing.  I desperately hoped, if this pastor was indeed upset with me, God would be able to reconcile this as well. This was what I prayed.

After I prayed about the situation with the pastor, I praised God for all that He had done.  It was overwhelming to be back in that building, picturing it all again, and remembering how God had miraculously pulled the entire night together. 

As I was sitting there praying, one of the men who had played such an instrumental role in Kaylee's healing sat down next to me and began to pray for me.  It was the man that I had first met, standing with Kevin, the day of our sermon on healing (August 17th).  I found out later that his name was Bob. He had also been the main one who had prayed the powerful prayers for my husband.  As Bob began to pray for me, my anxieties over the pastor being upset with me began to fade away. Through his prayer, he declared before God that this church would be a spiritual covering and protection for my family from that day forward.  Once again, I was amazed by God.  There was no way that he could have known that this had been something I had privately prayed for and longed for.