I didn’t write a blog yesterday. I guess that missing one out of 28 isn’t that bad. I did’nt miss it on purpose but I felt so horrible when I got home that I took some Tylenol pm and didn’t wake up for 12 hours. I have a super bad cold and my mind has been a bit fuzzy, as one often does in the middle of the high temperature, sore throat, and stuffy nose.
I woke up this morning and spoke life and health to my body; commanded it to come back into alignment with the way that it was created. And yet, here I am….still feeling pretty awful.
I believe that my inheritance is full and complete health. I believe that when Isaiah said “by His stripes you are healed” that he really meant it. I will not embrace any theology that says absolute healing is for later. I demand that the blood covers me fully and completely right here and right now. Sometimes it doesn’t happen, or sometimes that it is delayed a bit, but I choose to believe that Jesus is who He says He is. And I keep on asking like the persistent widow, knowing that my Father is nothing but good. I keep on asking because I know that it is God’s will for Jesus to receive the full reward of his suffering.
I choose not to deny the cross.
