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“I SET BEFORE YOU LIFE AND DEATH.

CHOOSE LIFE.”

“Live" was the word that I heard loud and clear in the middle of the night. Then quickly afterwards a weak but professional and cunning voice echoed “Die.” All night long the voices kept speaking back and forth. It became clear that I was in the middle of a war—a serious spiritual war. I had never heard actual voices in my life but I heard them that night. Soon I began responding. When the voice of the Lord proclaimed “Live,” I responded, “Live.” When that deceitful voice of the enemy said “Die,” I answered, “Live.”

Then I heard a door slam from the operating room that was next door. I had not even had a memory in years of the old-timers in my home town when I was a child saying, “When someone will not die, slam a door to let them know it is all right to pass into the next world.” I pointed my weak hand that was not the paralyzed one toward the sound and proclaimed loudly “No, I will live and not die.”

Then I heard male voices talking but I could not understand them. I did not know if they were angels, demons, intercessors or hospital staff. But then one voice declared, “I guess we'd better cancel this funeral.” From that moment my recovery began. Was it intercessors whose voices I heard? You tell me...

Today I walked through our den and my eyes fell upon a framed word over the fireplace that read “Live.” Every time I pass that word, I am reminded of the greatness of our God. My friend Nancy Williams had brought it by our home one day shortly after Christmas. She presented it to me in a beautifully wrapped package. I wept when I opened it and so did Nancy. She had walked into a gift shop and saw it on a shelf. She knew at that moment that I had to have it. This was the word I kept hearing all night, July 7, 2016 that started this miracle in motion. Every time I look at that gift, I thank my precious Jesus for that word from Him.

Preparation for surgery was a video by Arthur Burk I had watched during the month of June. I had prayed, believed God for a miracle surgery. I had called or emailed my closest intercessor friends, asking for their covering. Arthur had reminded us in that video that even when you are under anesthesia, your spirit is still awake. I had not spent much time with the video because of a busy schedule; but it was obvious during those crisis hours, my spirit was in charge even when my body was not.

Since that time I have thought much about working on our spirits-- getting us ready for such crisis experiences as I underwent. It’s so important to read the Word of God. Open your Bible and pray the Word...I call it pray-reading. Let's linger in His presence so that we can live fascinated by the Word of God. Don’t wait until sickness strikes to get the Word working; have it already in us when we get knocked down. Then it will come alive in us. Journaling the Word also gets it deep into our spirits.

The month of June had been a highlight month. I had coordinated an entire month--every night from midnight until 6:00 AM--praying for our nation. What a surreal month! Intercessors from all over our nation on a telephone conference call crying out to God—praying quietly, praying loudly, walking, lying on their faces before God, crying, laughing, praying the Word of the Lord, singing their prayers. It was never the same thing, but it was a glorious time with the Lord. We had all felt that things were shifting. On July 4 we had passed the torch to another ministry team. I was excited, full of life and energy and ready to pray again.

But on July 5 my family and I headed for Duke University Hospital in Durham, North Carolina. I checked into the hospital about noon and spent the afternoon and evening getting more lab work, preparing for the TAVR heart valve replacement surgery. I knew it was a new method, replacing open heart surgery. But Duke had experienced great success with this procedure so I went. Neigel and I both had some doubts but felt we were doing what needed to be done when the aortic valve had narrowed and the cardiologist said, “It must be done.”

I had chatted with my friend Lisa (who already knew the circumstances and had been praying in the previous weeks about the surgery) the night before our trip and asked, "Are you hearing anything from God cautioning me that I'm not to go through with this surgery?" And she answered, "I'm not hearing a thing. I feel at peace that you are going to be alright." I myself, though not at all looking forward to surgery, likewise felt no urgency not to go through with it. If this was what must be done to keep me going at the brisk rhythm of life and ministry that I loved and was accustomed to, and for many more years to come, I was emotionally prepared to do it.

On Wednesday morning, July 6, the surgery was performed. It appeared at first to be a complete success. Surgeons were thrilled—No problems! My husband woke me up and said, “Sweetheart, the surgery is over and the doctors are excited. Everything is great.” I replied, “No, something is wrong. I can’t talk.” The cardiologist standing nearby exclaimed, “But you are talking.” Neigel said, “I think she means she can’t say what she wants to say.” The team of doctors told my husband and daughter to go on to the motel since this was a normal reaction from a patient. Our precious youth pastor, my dear friend Freda, prayed with me on the phone and left for Myrtle Beach because it was so definite that I had a perfect surgery.

BUT something happened in the night. I began calling a male nurse, “Please get me a doctor. I am having a stroke.” He over and over assured me, “No, You are fine. I see your numbers right before me and you are not having a stroke.” The tests were showing nothing going wrong. Finally I made a decision. I thought, “He won’t listen to me. Maybe when the shift changes, the new nurse will believe me.” I fell asleep and the next thing I knew, I was being carried to MRI.

My next memory was hearing a neurologist tell my family, “She has had a stroke.” My husband asked, “How bad is it?” Then he heard what he could not handle, “as bad as it gets.” I could hear my husband who was normally very controlled break into loud weeping and wailing. Then my daughter could not control it and also began to cry loudly with much pain. I quickly realized I had to solve the problem. I began to weep too. My strong daughter left the doctor, counselor, and Neigel and came to my side. My entire right side was paralyzed but I grunted out the words, “I…WILL…BE…WELL.“ Sherri reassured me, “Yes, you will.” I grunted Louder “TELL…DADDY...TELL…HIM, I...WILL…BE...WELL.” Sherri was relieved. A giant-killing faith rose up inside her. She knew I was fighting now.

From that moment on, she had no doubts but that I would recover. I had made that weak declaration (I will be well) to my body, to my family, to my God and also to the devil. Yes, the enemy tried to stop my tongue. But it did not work. I kept weakly saying “Live, live, live” until it became a strong declaration. Sherri and Neigel answered back, “Yes, you will live.” It is so vitally important to declare at the front end of sickness that you will live. From that moment no one was allowed to say a negative word in my room. We did not dwell on the report of the doctors. That was not the report we wanted to hear. We kept centered on the report of 1 Peter 2:24: “By His stripes [I was] healed.”

A few days later the Duke cardiologist commented, “I think she can make it, but it will be a long hard road.” But after the experience of the spiritual warfare all night, hearing the voice of God then the voice of the devil and hearing the voice “I guess we'd better cancel this funeral,” it was obvious what was happening. God said, “I set before you life and death. Choose life.” A gift of healing had been released into my spirit that was as solid as the rock of Gibraltar.

So many times people come to this point and just give up. It seems that their world and life has fallen apart. From the view point of doctors, family and friends, it is all over. The Psalmist got to that place too. But he said, “I will not die, but live and declare the works of God (Ps 118:17).”

Too many people die too soon. Yes, we all want to spend eternity in heaven. But when I found myself at this point in history, I desperately wanted to be His voice in the earth. Many times I had gotten to that place where the cloud was moving. Music was changing. What worked before was not working now. At this time in history, I had cried out to God, “Lord, I don’t know what you are doing. But whatever you are doing, don’t do it without me.” Here I was again—believing we are on the verge of something new and great in America. I so much wanted to be a part of it. For years when I would pass a grave site, I would cry out, “With lonnnnnng life (emphasis mine...smile) will he satisfy me and show me his salvation (Ps. 91:16).” I also read other Scriptures about long life.

I read Psalm 21:4: “He asked life of thee, and thou gavest it him, even length of days for ever and ever.”

Proverbs 3:2: “For length of days, and long life, and peace, shall they add to thee.”

Proverbs 3:16: "Long life is in her right hand; in her left hand are riches and honor." (NIV)

Psalm 92:14: "They will still bear fruit in old age, they will stay fresh and green." (NIV)

Job 5:26: You shall come to your grave in a full age.

I chose life! Let’s do it. Let’s dream big dreams. You don’t have to die before you have completed those sealed orders that God sent you into the world to do.