Chapter Twenty Four
January 11th, 2007 I was upstairs in our bathroom. I had just gotten done with a shower. And all the sudden I felt my right side go numb. I couldn’t feel it and I couldn’t move it. And then I noticed that my vision went down to about a dime sized hole that I could see out of. I called for “Puppy” and he came in and I told him what was happening. He started praying and rebuking stroke, heart attack, and anything and everything that might be going on. In the middle of all that we managed to get down the stairs to the living room. I kept asking if he rebuked stroke and he said yea, but he’d do it again. So on and on this went for almost an hour. By the time the hour was finished I had my vision back and regained the feeling on my right side back. All glory to God for allowing me to have my vision and mobility back. I ended up sleeping on the couch for the next two days. Finally after two days of sleeping I did end up going to the ER and told them what happened. They took plenty of tests and I found out that the stroke was in the Thalamus area. I remember the ER doctor coming in and telling us the seriousness and severity of the stroke. And I remember us telling him just what happened. That “Puppy” prayed for an hour and that I regained everything back. And most of all, I remember how that ER doctor put his hand up to his chin and rubbed it, and walked backwards out of the room, and didn’t come back even once. The nurse came back in and tied up loose ends and we went home with giant smiles praising the Lord!
The year of 2007 was a quiet year actually. We were just trying to get over the stroke issue and the hysterectomy.
Something was about to happen though that would change us forever and cause us to really seek God with everything we had.
It was in September of 2007 It was on our hearts to try to reach out to our community. We live in a very small town where you are either dirt poor or rich. Not much middle class here. And we found that there were more poor here than rich. We wanted to start some kind of food bank where we would collect food from stores and the rich and give it out to the community. I had already been crocheting hats for the homeless and we wanted to do more. But everywhere we turned it was a dead end. This town was dead. There seemed to be no help from the community with donations for food and no help from stores or churches either. People only had enough to feed themselves. They couldn’t give what they didn’t have.
At the same time, I was still hurting. Still wounded. My heart was still so broken. My spirit was caged in a prison of despair. I was searching online for videos that would help. Someone. Anyone. Hoping that I’d find someone who had the right words.
Then I found videos of “Wolf” on YouTube. I watched one video and he really made sense. He said a lot of good things that seemed to help my heart. I started watching more and learned that he had a big ministry where he lived. He was helping the poor and handing out food and things, just like we wanted to do. And, he was inviting people to go there, to be part of it. I talked to “Puppy” and showed him the videos. We prayed real hard and felt as if the Lord was leading us to move there and to be part of their ministry. We agreed with his teachings and what they were doing and thought it was time to contact them. So we sent “Wolf” a message through YouTube telling him of our plans. He wrote back and we spent time with him on the phone as well.
Our first phone call between him and I was over two hours long. He prayed with me and during that prayer something changed in me. I wasn’t sure exactly what until the next morning.
I woke up that next morning a totally new person. My heart had been totally set free. The chains were broken. It wasn’t crying anymore. There was no more pain in it! I was free!!
It was as if my heart was a prison with a bazillion rooms. And in each one of those rooms, there was a ‘little me’. Each of those ‘little me’s’ was a representation of a time that I had been hurt. And it was just as if Jesus had come in the night and scooped up all of those ‘little me’s’ and brought them all up to heaven with Him. And then all of the doors to each of these rooms were blasted open and Jesus’ light was just radiating out of them so bright!! His light was shining out of my heart so warm and so loving. No more pain. My heart was not crying anymore. He had saved me, and He healed my heart that day.
After that, we talked again with “Wolf” and they agreed to give us our own penthouse apartment, furnished, and a new car, and computers and anything and everything else we wanted. (And they did do just that). So, we packed up the basics of our personal belongings and we had an open house and invited the neighbors in our apartment complex to come over and get whatever they wanted. They did. We gave away 99% of our belongings. We got our maps out and planned out a route. Soon it would be moving day.