On the First Day of Christmas

The Devil's (mis) Diagnosis

In 2018 I was diagnosed with MS. It was terrifying. When my MRI came back I was devastated at what I saw. I remember going to a specialist in Boulder, CO and the matter-of-fact nonchalant attitude of the doctor caused me to question everything. I was given a handout of possible medications and an even longer list of side effects. The only words I remember him saying were, Don't get fat.

I am an athlete at heart. I am not a fan of medication. I am not a fan of doctors. I hate funerals and death even more. So in an effort to avoid the long list of side effects and death, I decided to do my own research. I read everything I could about MS and healthy diets. I found an incredible book a woman wrote and her testimonial about healing from MS. Her story greatly impacted me and I set out to meet her, only to discover that she had committed suicide the year before. Honestly, I was so sad and felt so cheated. I wanted to share Christ with her. I wanted to wage war against MS beside another overcomer. I didn't know her heart, but I understood based on what I read, that she had done all of her healing by herself, in her own strength. Being a professional perfectionist and an I'll-do-it-myself expert, I related. The loss of her life was like a neon warning sign: I needed more than healing from an illness, I needed a Savior who would deliver me from a lineage of abuse.

From my personal experiences and piles of research, I have learned that abuse and illness go hand in hand. I had no idea at the time how true that was. As December approached and things got really tough for me a friend gave me a gratitude journal for Thanksgiving. I had a long list of failures and if I wasn't remembering any one of them, Satan was right there to remind me. But God wanted to replace my list and everyone else's with His Promises.

The Father's Promises

Every morning I would get up and listen to the Father as he talked me out of the failures, out of the diagnosis, and into His promises. In 2018 I posted the daily prophetic words the Father gave me each morning.

In the next 25 days until Christmas, I will be sharing personal revelations of my healing as well as the word of the day. Some of the words will be new, while others will be from those earlier days. I will always let you know. Every word is timely, this first word is a new word. In a world where people are fighting for their freedom from the curse of death and disease, we have a Savior who already took care of death! We just need a little convincing.

This truth is now being unveiled by the revelation of the anointed Jesus, our life-giver, who has dismantled death, obliterating all its effects on our lives, and has manifested his immortal life in us by the gospel. 2 Tim 1:10 TPT

His word is healing. His word changes everything. His word won't just rock your mind, it will change it!

And so I share with you the gift the Father has given me:

The 25 Days of Christmas

On the first day of Christmas, I hear the Father say,

"Let me take your hand and let us take a walk through memory lane. The trees have grown, the seasons have changed and so have you. Do you remember in the woods when you placed your hand in mine? You thought it was a melted handprint upon the snow-covered tree, but it was my hand. You married Me that day when you said, yes. You have stolen my heart, my Sister, my Bride. I cannot help myself but be near you. The snow will fall and diminish the angry cries when the bell of love strikes twelve. My Love is as strong as death. It is eternal. It is without end. It is final. Even after death, you will live again, but will you live now?

"Come away with me, follow me into this unchartered land. You don't need a map when you have me. I have sent you off the map of what is common and what is known as tradition into a world of what is holy and eternal. Lift up your head, let me come through you, and change the atmosphere with you. By my side, we will shape this world. By my word you will govern, you will grow a garden and you will thrive. In the darkness remain hidden treasures to be found, secrets meant to be found. My word is a treasure trove of treasures. In the days to come, we will enter a new dimension of time and adventure; a place where time is redeemed, love is reconciled and sorrow is no more. You are worth all the time in the world to me, Beloved. Stop the clock and steal away with me once more," says the Bride Groom King.

Psalm 147:16

He spreads the snow like wool

and scatters the frost

like ashes.

Song of Songs 4:9-10 TPT For you reach into my heart.

With one flash of your eyes I am undone by your love,

my beloved, my equal, my bride.

You leave me breathless—

I am overcome

by merely a glance from your worshiping eyes,

for you have stolen my heart.

I am held hostage by your love

and by the graces of righteousness shining upon you.

How satisfying to me, my equal, my bride.

Your love is my finest wine—intoxicating and thrilling.

And your sweet, perfumed praises—so exotic, so pleasing.

I love you, Lord.

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