There were two or three more Sunday night meetings before the group launched their ministry. On the last night of training, I signed up as the first official Personal Prayer Ministry client. Tim volunteered to lead my session. His daughter and Pamela Siegmund agreed to act as “second” and “third.”
Filling out the application was traumatic. I didn’t like thinking about my dirt, much less writing it all out for my new friends to see. But I was so desperate I. did. not. care. And I was ready. God and I had been working on spirits of sin for over a year at that point. Pride, fear, and anger had fallen. Only a couple of big ones were left, and try as I might, I couldn’t shake them on my own. They’d been there since before I can remember. And I had some forgiveness issues to address—some known, some which God revealed during my Sozo session. (Note: Personal Prayer Ministry combines Sozo and Christian Healing Ministries methods.)
In Sozo, the client is directed to envision a memory and invite Jesus into it. Once Jesus enters the memory, he reveals the lie and the truth the client believes about the memory and directs what should happen next. The client forgives, and God heals the memory. So basically, the ministers arrange a meeting between God and the client in a safe environment. They guide the client, but let God take over.
Healing came just by seeing Jesus appear in memory after memory. While I know He never abandoned me, sometimes I’d felt that He had. But there he was, visible in my darkest moments, helping me to forgive. Showing me who to forgive. And then he annihilated my sin. Sin that had held me captive since I was a baby. Chains I feared I’d never be rid of—broken.
Had he only done that, I would be a different woman. There would be a wholeness in my soul I’d never had. But his goodness didn’t stop there; he addressed the sickness in my body as well.
We visited the memory of a demonic visitation which occurred in June 2012 in the home in which I became sick. The night of the visitation, a demon entered my room, stood at my bedside, and touched my leg. That night, I’d tried to call out for Jesus and struggled. In the memory, Jesus appeared at once, and the demon fled.
Jesus then approached my bedside and touched my leg, undoing whatever evil had been done in the memory. Then he touched my left hand. A warm, tingling sensation entered my fingertips and advanced into my hand, up my arm to my elbow and around my lower back. Tim asked me what it felt like.
“Life. It feels like life,” I said.
Filling out the application was traumatic. I didn’t like thinking about my dirt, much less writing it all out for my new friends to see. But I was so desperate I. did. not. care. And I was ready. God and I had been working on spirits of sin for over a year at that point. Pride, fear, and anger had fallen. Only a couple of big ones were left, and try as I might, I couldn’t shake them on my own. They’d been there since before I can remember. And I had some forgiveness issues to address—some known, some which God revealed during my Sozo session. (Note: Personal Prayer Ministry combines Sozo and Christian Healing Ministries methods.)
In Sozo, the client is directed to envision a memory and invite Jesus into it. Once Jesus enters the memory, he reveals the lie and the truth the client believes about the memory and directs what should happen next. The client forgives, and God heals the memory. So basically, the ministers arrange a meeting between God and the client in a safe environment. They guide the client, but let God take over.
Healing came just by seeing Jesus appear in memory after memory. While I know He never abandoned me, sometimes I’d felt that He had. But there he was, visible in my darkest moments, helping me to forgive. Showing me who to forgive. And then he annihilated my sin. Sin that had held me captive since I was a baby. Chains I feared I’d never be rid of—broken.
Had he only done that, I would be a different woman. There would be a wholeness in my soul I’d never had. But his goodness didn’t stop there; he addressed the sickness in my body as well.
We visited the memory of a demonic visitation which occurred in June 2012 in the home in which I became sick. The night of the visitation, a demon entered my room, stood at my bedside, and touched my leg. That night, I’d tried to call out for Jesus and struggled. In the memory, Jesus appeared at once, and the demon fled.
Jesus then approached my bedside and touched my leg, undoing whatever evil had been done in the memory. Then he touched my left hand. A warm, tingling sensation entered my fingertips and advanced into my hand, up my arm to my elbow and around my lower back. Tim asked me what it felt like.
“Life. It feels like life,” I said.
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