If you have made yourself available to God as an intercessor, don’t be surprised if He prompts you to pray in your dreams. I can remember several instances of prayer during sleep. When I awoke, I knew I had been praying for someone. I’ve heard similar situations from intercessor friends.
Have you ever taken on a new challenge where you weren’t really sure you could do it? I think we all have – probably many times. It’s in those experiences where we learn how to pray from a deeper level of dependence on God. What a great opportunity to grow in prayer and relationship with Him.
Last summer, I took on a part-time job I never thought I would do. I became part of a family’s home health team. I was trained by a home health care nurse in how to dress a surgical incision that had opened and become infected, as well as how to administer IV antibiotics through a PICC line.
If you are shrugging your shoulders like this is no big deal, then maybe you work in the health field or you can stomach a lot. If you are, at this point, hoping I won’t give any further details about that job, then you are like me. I am not a person who wants to be around any situation where things that should be inside the body are, in fact, on the outside or visible. The sight of blood freaks me out and makes me just about pass out. And I certainly can’t look at an open wound, let alone touch it.
Yet there I was, on the morning of the Fourth of July, heading to the assisted living home for home health training.
I prayed as I approached the place: “God, please help me do this.” While I often pray that prayer, it seldom comes from the place in my heart where I realize, “Without You, I literally cannot.” And yet, without God, I cannot do anything, even the things I think I can do. I cannot even draw breath without Him. Note to self: Pray from that place in your heart all the time!
I learned how to do the PICC line, which isn’t complicated, but it’s also not something you want to mess up. I began to pray through every step, asking the Lord to do each part for me. As I attached the bag of antibiotics, I asked Jesus to move throughout her body, administering the healing Himself. I prayed through the entire process, each and every time, all summer. I prayed with the patient, and I prayed over her. I prayed before arriving, the whole time I was there, and after I left. I prayed as I sterilized equipment and took inventory of supplies. I put the entire procedure into God’s hands, each and every time.
When it came time to learn about wound care, I knew I wouldn’t be able to handle the sight of the incision. When I had surgery many years ago, I couldn’t even look at my own incision until weeks later. And my incision was closed, not open and infected. Yet as I approached the patient’s bed, I prayed, “Lord Jesus, You are going to have to make this okay for me.” He did. I was able to look at the wound and follow the instructions for wound care without flinching. All I felt was a determination to do what God and the home health nurse asked me to do, and let Jesus take care of healing the wound.
The first time I tried to change the dressing myself, I had difficulty with some of the steps. It was necessary to place a debriding strip into the wound. That was hard to do. The strip kept falling out. I realized how much discomfort I was causing the patient. I knew I had to move faster, and yet I could barely make the process work. So I prayed harder. Before my next shift, I prayed, “Lord, please take care of changing the dressing Yourself. You are the Healer. Use my hands as You know best.”
Driving to the assisted living home for the next treatment, I felt the Lord prompt me just to go in and talk with Him the whole time I was changing the dressing, and to do it out loud, so the patient could hear. That’s exactly what I did. As I began to remove the old dressing, I said, “Lord Jesus, thank You for helping us do this. Thank You for protecting her skin. Thank You that the wound is already starting to heal by Your power.” I just kept a running dialogue (or monologue, really) through the whole process. And it worked out fine. From that point on, I never had a problem. We were done quickly, and the patient said she was fine through the process.
A few nights after I started wound treatment, the Lord gave me a dream about the patient. In that dream, I walked in, removed the dressing, and the wound was completely healed. It looked beautiful. I began to pray for that, and to thank Him for that dream, every time I went in there. I told the patient about the dream, and she was grateful to God for giving us that promise.
Thus began the daily miracle of watching her wound heal. Every single morning, it had improved. When I removed the dressing, I would say to her, “Let’s see what Jesus did last night.” Sure enough, there was a marked difference, each and every time. I have been involved with healing prayer ministry for many years. I have seen God heal many times. This was a different way to watch Him heal. To see the daily improvement of His handiwork. What a miracle, and what a privilege.
Toward the end of the summer, the course of antibiotics was completed. The patient was doing so much better now that the infection was gone. Wound care had to continue until the incision was completely closed. I don’t remember how many weeks that process continued. But I do remember the morning I went in, removed the dressing, and all that was left was a dent the size of a pin prick. The wound was completely closed. Just like in the dream. The Lord had allowed me to see it with my own eyes.
This experience taught me a deeper awareness of my utter dependence on Him. I would love for all my prayers to come from that realization in my heart – that without Him, I can do nothing. It also reminded me that with Him, I can do whatever He asks me to do. I just have to pray through it, and leave the rest up to Him.
What is God calling you to do that you don’t think you can do? Talk to Him from that place in your heart that knows how desperately you need Him. See what He says, and see what He shows you. Enjoy your fellowship with Him.
Last night, I had a weird, freaky, but also amazing dream.
In the dream, I was placed inside a vision and I was supposed to write about it.
I was put inside the enemy camp. I was surrounded by demons of all shapes and sizes, including big ones taller than a two-story building. I could see everything they were doing and all the ways they were plotting against people.
I was freaked out to be there. They could see me but they couldn’t touch me.
Their strategies were so air tight that it freaked me out even more, because it looked like they were doing serious damage to people.
But then (here’s the cool part) I got to watch how their plan would be foiled and a person would be snatched away from them because of Inner Healing.
They were flummoxed. The madder they would get, the more they would make mistakes and more people would be snatched away from them.
As Inner Healing would start, they would redouble their efforts to thwart it. But as Inner Healing gained momentum, they couldn’t overcome it and people would literally be snatched out of their grip – sometimes whole families.
I literally saw the people in their grasp (that was the awful part) and then watched as people were pulled out of their hands (that was the cool part). The worst was that in-between part as people started Inner Healing and the demons tried to bully them. Sometimes, it would look like the demons were going to succeed but then they got weaker and the person was literally whisked from their hands.
I was there watching this for a while and was told to write about it. Then I woke up.
As I woke up, I felt freaked out, like really scared because I still felt the presence of the enemy in that camp.
What I would normally do when feeling like that is get up, turn on the lights, turn on a silly movie – anything to break the atmosphere.
But this time, I decided not to give it power. I stayed in bed, right where I was, and I asked Jesus to deal with the fear. I prayed Psalm 91 over myself and asked Him to cover me. And I went right back to sleep.
I felt like this dream showed how God uses Inner Healing to break people out of the enemy’s grasp – not only for the healing and freedom of that person, but also for the benefit of entire generations. This has certainly been my Inner Healing experience. As I have gone through Inner Healing, I’ve stayed focused on Jesus. But this dream showed me the enemy’s reaction, and how God has used Inner Healing in so many ways to free my heart and my family from the enemy’s oppression. It’s a beautiful thing to see. God is so faithful. The fact that I was able to respond, upon waking, with peace instead of fear is itself a testimony to what God has done in my life through Inner Healing. Thank You, Jesus.