It's time for change

A little bit more than a year ago my life changed dramatically. Of course, change is a constant in life and so the question is what is so significant about this change? Truthfully, it was not something I ever anticipated would happen. It was at the end of February 2021 when I unexpectedly contracted Covid-19. This led to more than three weeks in which I saw the jaws of death on two frantic occasions. 

During my childhood and teens, I was often sick. Yet, none of it could ever compare to the weeks I spent in bed between February and March 2021. For most of my adult life, I have enjoyed great health with the occasional visit to the doctor once a year which strangely would be close to the latter part of the year. I have always been very proud of myself for having a high pain threshold. I ascribed this to the fact that I almost never used any form of medication. Even when having a headache, I would brave my way through it without even considering medicating myself. So, you can imagine when contracting Covid-19 I was forced to pop several pills daily to get rid of the virus in my body and ultimately boost my immune system. In addition, I had to use everything possible to ensure that I assist my lungs which were struggling to maintain their function. 

As previously mentioned, I had two near-death experiences. I wish to however speak to you about the second one I had which was on a Saturday morning in March. I had a great struggle the day before when I had my first brush with death. On Saturday, I was physically depleted and as the morning progressed, I had great difficulty breathing. I spoke to my family at the beginning of my illness and I refused to be hospitalized. In my opinion, I had a better chance of survival at home as I would be around my family, although I was in isolation, and they were in the other part of our home. So, while I struggled to breathe, I struggled to drag my body out of bed, and I dropped onto my knees. I remembered that from a young age my mother often told me what transpired just hours after my birth. My paternal grandfather was a Pentecostal pastor. He called six of his ministry colleagues from various denominations and they anointed me while each of them prophesied that I would one day become a great man of God. Naturally, at that moment while I was on my knees I called out to the Lord. I said, “Lord, I have no idea what those great men of faith professed over my life. I have no idea, but You certainly do. I now pray that every word prophesied over my life would come to fulfillment and that every prophesy be activated in me right now, in the Name of Jesus”. 

I also laid my hand on my chest and rebuked the hand that was holding onto my lungs which made it difficult to breathe. I saw what was like a dark hand losing its grip and air came flooding into my lungs. Yet, for the next week, I was still extremely ill and by the following Friday I was like one who was catatonic, staring into space and I had no desire to even engage with my wife as she brought me my meals. I should add that while being in bed in the weeks prior, I heard strange sounds during the night. The sounds often accompanied visions. One example was when I heard something pop. Minutes later I heard that sound again and I saw what looked like a hip that popped back into its socket. I remember seeing visions of sick people being delivered and those who could not walk leaping from wheelchairs. 

I have been a believing Christian since the age of thirteen. It was therefore not uncommon for me to see people receiving healing. Yet, what I clearly heard the Lord communicating to me was His desire to heal people. One of the profound aspects I remember the Lord communicating to me was how His children often so easily stand in agreement with their adversary. They have no problem confessing sickness and they are often experts in explaining the nature of their ailment. In the meantime, the adversary basks in the glory that ought to be reserved for the Lord. God however wants to heal people. He is willing and He is certainly able.

I am speaking to someone right now. Someone who is sick and who has become an expert at self-diagnosing the problem. Or maybe you have lost all hope and have resigned yourself to your fate. I am speaking to you and declare to you by the Spirit of God that this is not the end. Believe and call on the Name of Jesus and receive your healing. May healing flow through every blood vessel, every fiber of your being, may it flow through your bone marrow, and may it be transported through your bloodstream, under every finger and toenail, and may it rush to your brain in the Name of Jesus. Be healed in your sight, in your hearing, in your emotions so that depression and any mental disease no longer have any hold over you. I profess healing over your spine and in your internal organs. May every crooked foot be straightened, and every non-functioning body part is healed in the Name of Jesus. 

If you need a moment to pause, I understand. Receive your healing today and may you never be the same again.

The day after I was catatonic, was Saturday. I remember waking up around 5 am. I realized something was profoundly different about me. I spoke to myself in my mind and decided that I did not want to move at all, because for the first time in several weeks I became aware that I could breathe with ease. I lay there for a solid hour while tears were streaming down my face. I could breathe. The thing I took for granted in the past was now front of my mind. I could breathe. At 6 am my wife opened the door to bring me breakfast and to give me my medication. I asked her to come closer because I needed to share something with her. I could breathe. She was as elated as I was. By 8 am I had emerged from my bedroom for the first time in weeks to walk down my passage. What I did next was unexpected, but I could not restrain myself. I ran up and down my passage five times as a victory lap to the Lord. Naturally, after that, I had to flop onto the bed as I was gasping for air, but I had come through this with the help of the Lord. 

It was on that same day that I managed to get into my car and drove to the ocean. I sat at the ocean alone for several hours. On my way home I had a meltdown. I could hardly see through my spectacles. I wept because I could not believe that I had laid eyes on the waves and looked at the majestic mountain. At some point, I felt like it was easier to just give in, but God was not done with me yet. Indeed, He is not done with me. I had lost a lot of weight in the process, but what I realized was that I shed a part of me that was dealt with by the Lord while sick in bed. God dealt with the desires of my flesh and ignited something inside of me that has left me changed. 

Thus, I decided to take a different direction in my writing. I realize that in the process some might not return to this platform, but I must be true to who I am and declare the greatness of God on this platform. I have decided that it is time for a change. That time is now. My hope is that whatever is happening in your life that you too would consider that it is time for a change.

Yes, it is time for change and that time has come knocking on your door.