Just believe

I had to raise myself up in spite of what my body was telling me.

I was down, but I wasn’t out for the count. It hurt. It was painful to muster “Jesus” on my lips while my head was throbbing like one of those toys where the ears pop out from the sides when you squeeze its body. At first I was so weak the song could only be sung in my mind. Then I was able to open my mouth and move my lips but nothing came out. Then I was able to, in something less than a whisper, sing “Jesus”. Then I was able to sing with enough volume where I could hear and understand myself. I did this a few times, head and heart pounding, body aching and shaking, but I couldn’t let the words fall away from my lips. I continued, “Risen and Anointed One, Jesus. Your name is like honey on my lips, Your Spirit’s like water to my soul, Your word is a lamp unto my feet. Jesus I love You. I love You. Jesus.” I just kept repeating the song over and over while in the back of my mind I was telling satan He lost and that he could not defeat me because greater is He that is in me than he that is in the world.

Then I heard something from within me say, “Get up! Do you really want to make him mad? Get up and praise!” So I crawled off of the couch and my head and heart began to pound faster, but I began singing louder. I raised my hands and sang even though I felt like I was going to throw up; literally splatter the floor kinda feeling. I started walking around and singing, still not entirely sure what was happening, except I knew that after a few moments had passed, I was feeling so much better-so much stronger. I began repeating, “When I am weak, He makes me strong.”

What an attack! In broad daylight! But I actually feel good enough to sit at my laptop and write! Just minutes ago I felt as though death was knocking at the front door! How wild is that? What just changed? What just happened? I was rejuvenated. I still feel what’s left of a headache, but how was I able to open the blinds to radiant sunlight, then go a step further and walk outside onto the balcony into the light, and not feel like my head was exploding? What in the world just happened? It’s as if this pain has no power over me! It’s there, but it isn’t keeping me down and it sure isn’t putting me out for the count. A few minutes ago I couldn’t even move without feeling intense pain, now I’m sitting up, with the light on, on my laptop tying away at this journal entry.

I’ll tell you; it’s good to know that Jesus is still in the miracle working business. And all it took was for me to believe it enough to sing. How can I not share my witness of His power?