“For all of God’s promises have been fulfilled in Christ with a resounding “Yes!” 

And through Christ, our “Amen” (which means “Yes”) ascends to God for his glory” 

(2 Corinthians 1:20, NLT).

 

It was early October 2015 when I went on an appointment to my GYN doctor. I had not gone in four years. I thought it was a little over two. I had recently had my medical insurance reinstated after I left my part-time job. Lying on the examination table, I saw a disturbing look on the doctor’s face. “Did you know this was here?” she asked, probing a lump in my left breast.

 

“No, I didn’t,” I answered shocked as she took my fingers and positioned them over the nickel sized lump. I went limp as she filled out paperwork to schedule me for a mammogram.

 

Leaving her office stunned, with thoughts racing through my mind, I sat in the lobby waiting on the next bus. I wished I had not just missed one, because I was left alone for two hours with those disturbing thoughts. Gather yourself, this is not what you think it is. No weapon formed against you can prosper. By the Lord’s stripes you are healed, I thought silently.

 

My mammogram had been scheduled for the next day, but when I got there, I was told I was at the wrong office and I needed to reschedule the next week. Go the entire weekend with this hanging over my head! Are you people kidding me? I thought as the receptionist handed me my new appointment. As I returned home, I walked through my door and took off my jacket, then I reached around to feel for the lump, yep, it was still there. Seating myself with my Bible in hand, I saturated myself with God’s words of encouragement.

 

When the next morning came, which was a Thursday, I felt for the lump again, and it was still there. I wanted to tell my Prayer Call family. Our church hosts a morning prayer call, and I desperately wanted prayer, but I couldn’t bring myself to ask for prayer for something that I knew in my spirit wasn’t mine. My Pastor had been declaring for two weeks prior that God was giving out “Friday Blessings” and I wanted one.

 

On that Thursday morning after the call I sat at my kitchen table asking, “Lord, I hear that you’re giving out all those “Friday Blessing”, when I am going to get mine?”

 

The night before, I had been watching Pastor Joseph Prince, when he began to explain the power of communion and discerning Jesus’ body. When I awoke Friday morning, I was instructed by the Lord, to take communion. I had a communion cup and wafer tucked away on my shelf in my bedroom. I had brought one home from church one Sunday, to give to a sister that couldn’t make it that day. Somehow, I forgot about it and it stayed in my purse for about a month until I put it on the shelf. I grabbed it off the shelf and seated myself on the edge of my bed; then I took communion, citing, “This is your body, Lord, that was broken for me, and this is your blood, that was shed for me.”

 

Then I got up and got on the Prayer Call and went about my day knowing that somehow God would take care of the issue, one way, or another. I never told anyone except my mother. That Friday evening as I laid in bed, trying my best not to allow the fear that was trying to rise up in me to take hold; I heard the Holy Spirit ask, “Who are you?”

 

I sat motionless as my mind tried to think about it. “Remember who you are,” He demanded. Then it hit me, “I am the righteousness of God in Christ. I am the Body of Christ. I am the head and not the tail. I am above only and never beneath. Jesus’ body was broken for me, so by his stripes I am healed!” I declared out loud. Then I girded myself declaring for an entire hour, until I fell off to sleep, “I am the righteousness of God in Christ.”

 

Shortly afterward, as I was in a sound sleep, I was awakened by what felt like a large finger pressing into the lump in my left breast. Immediately, I awoke, but I couldn’t move or open my eyes. I was being held down by an arm lying across my chest. I could feel it up against my left cheek, and I fought to turn my head to try to bite the arm, but I couldn’t move or open my eyes. I knew I was under attack and I needed to fight the devil off, but I couldn’t move. I relented to what was happening to me and I stopped fighting.

 

A few minutes later my eyes suddenly opened, and I jerked forward and sat straight up in my bed. What in the world was that? I pondered within my mind. Then I made my way to the bathroom. Coming back to my bedroom, I looked up to notice that my bedroom was not dark black, but grey with white hues. Oh, my God, the angels have been here, I thought. I sat back down on the bed, almost afraid to lie down, but I heard the Lord encourage, “Be not afraid.” So, I went back to sleep.

 

I never searched for the lump after that Friday night. I had another mammogram appointment on the following Tuesday, so I went on with my weekend. Sunday morning as I sat at the table after breakfast, the Lord asked, “Why would the devil touch you there?” With that statement I knew I was alright. Monday morning, I wanted to tell what had happened to me on the Prayer Call, but the Lord said, “Wait, I want a witness.”

 

Tuesday morning, I wasn’t able to get on the Prayer Call because I had to catch the bus to my appointment. As I sat in the reception area waiting for my examination, I was calm. When I was called to the back, I changed and sat with other women waiting to be called to the examination room. It was a humbling experience as I thought about women that might be facing breast cancer. One of my Prayer Call/Church members was battling the disease. As my name was called, I made my way to the examination room and the technician inquired, “Where’s the lump, can you show me?”

 

I proceeded to feel for the lump, and I kept searching for it, “It was here,” I answered continuing to probe. Then the technician attempted to assist me in finding the lump, but to no avail. “Let me put you on the machine, maybe it will show something,” she suggested. I braced for the intense, unexplainable pain as she took pictures of my breast. “I don’t see anything but let me let the doctor read these results. You may have to have a sonogram, so go and take a seat in the waiting room.”

 

I did what she said, and shortly after, she came for me and took me to have a sonogram. I was still calm as I was positioning myself on the table. “Where did they say the lump was?” the sonogram technician inquired.

 

Feeling for the lump again, I probed searching for it. “It was here, but it’s gone now.” She looked at me perplexed, “Let me see if I can feel it,” she assisted.

 

“I don’t feel it, let’s see what I can see on the screen,” she offered as she moved the cold wand over my breast. “Wait, here, I’m going to give this report to the doctor to read,” she stated as she left the room. A few minutes later the doctor entered, “May I examine you?” he inquired. “Sure,” I submitted.

 

As his fingers probed, he looked puzzled, and then he took hold of the cold wand and did another sonogram. “All I see is breast tissue; I don’t see anything out of the ordinary.”

 

“Thank you,” I offered as they pointed me in the direction of the dressing rooms. “Thank You, Lord,” I whispered when I really wanted to shout. I couldn’t wait to tell somebody, anybody what my God had done. I don’t know what the lump was because I refused to give it a name. I just knew it wasn’t a part of my life and I treated that way. The one thing I remembered from the beginning was, never to claim anything that isn’t from God, and disease of any kind is of the curse, but I am not.

 

From that experience, God reminded me that we must daily; believe and declare the promises of God for us that are ‘yeah and amen.”  Psalms 103:20 (KJV) declares, "Bless the LORD, ye his angels, that excel in strength, that do his commandments, hearkening unto the voice of his word." 

 

The angels hearken to the voice of thy word (God’s Word in our mouths), and they will take hold of it and battle for us. Put your angels to work while at the same time, you put your mind and heart to rest, and the devil to flight.

 

Be Blessed My Sisters and Brothers and declare your victories in Christ Jesus!!!

 

Prayer:

Father, in the name of Jesus, my Lord and Savior, I declare that every attack of the devil is already failed. I send back his attacks and take my victory back. I will not be afraid of his wicked schemes or plans against me or my family. Although this season is frightening, we will not fear! For the Word of God says, “But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.” (Isaiah 53:5, KJV). Therefore, “No weapon that is formed against (me and my family) shall prosper; and every tongue that shall rise against (us) in judgment we shalt condemn. This is the heritage of the servants of the LORD, and their righteousness is of me, saith the LORD.” 

 

Psalms 91:1 declares, "Those who live in the shelter of the Most High will find rest in the shadow of the Almighty."  Psalms 23 (KJV) reminds us, "The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever." 

 

Mark 5:26 (KJV), "As soon as Jesus heard the word that was spoken, he saith unto the ruler of the synagogue, Be not afraid, only believe."

 

Thank You Lord, amen, amen, amen!!!