This is the continuation of my story about our trip to Bell Rock. To read the previous story — go here.
After leaving Bell Rock, content that the enemy had been dealt with and the angels had been freed, we drove south to the little town of Oak Creek. From the parking lot at Bell Rock to the Circle K in Oak Creek is less than a mile. The car needed gas, the crew needed food and I needed coffee for the long drive home. And Circle K is my favorite on-the-road coffee stop.
Northwest Prophetic hopped out of the car and swiped his credit card to pay for the gas. I was too tired to argue with him. He shoved the pump nozzle in the tank with a smile. I adjusted my sunglasses, gave him a grin and went inside.
I grabbed a bottle of water for my wife and filled my travel mug halfway with hazelnut creamer then topped up with coffee. I waited in line at the counter My wife waited in line for the bathroom. I noticed a massive Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup package at the counter and I picked it up to examine it closer. It was a two-pack of Peanut Butter cups. Each peanut butter cup weighed 8 ounces.
I held it up so my wife could see it. “Hey baby….want me to get this for you?” She gave me a sarcastic look so I put it back on the shelf. The woman behind the counter asked if I was going to buy it. I told her I only wanted to buy a coffee refill and a bottle of water and explained that the Reese’s thing was an inside joke. She wanted to know more, so I explained.
About two months ago we were shopping at Costco when the cart suddenly made a turn down the candy aisle without my consent. No… honest. It really did.
So we’re cruisin’ past all the Costco sized packages of chocolate (for those of you who don’t shop there – everything Costco sells comes packaged in ridiculously large packages that are designed for retail sales… or really gluttonous people — like me.)
Suddenly my wife says, “Hey honey… I’d kinda like that bag of chocolate peanut butter cups, if you don’t mind… (bats eyelashes). So I hoisted the 3.5 pound bag off the shelf and tossed it in the cart.
For the next three weeks we slowly devoured them and in that time, my wife developed an excruciating case of pain and tenderness all over her body. I couldn’t touch her anywhere without hurting her. Every time she tried to pick something up off the floor she reacted in pain. And strangely enough, about three days after the peanut butter cups were gone —her pain left. I mentioned it to her one day and her jaw nearly hit the floor. She had no pain before we bought the peanut butter cups and the pain suddenly ended when they were gone. She knew the pain was caused by the sudden increase in sugar consumption. We’ve known for years that there’s a connection between sugar intake and chronic pain caused by inflammation. But we’d never seen such glaringly obvious evidence of it. So I explained all this to the lady behind the counter and we started talking about chronic pain. Like the pain she has in her knee.
(Cue spooky music)
I asked her about the pain and let her tell me as much as she was comfortable sharing. Then I asked if she wanted to be healed. She immediately said, “Sure I do” and asked if I was a healer. With a smile I said, ”I sure am.”.
Now you need to remember where we were. Sedona is the New Age capitol of North America. They have more energy healers living here than the Mayo clinic has doctors. So it was no surprise for a stranger to offer healing at a gas station. People who are seeking the supernatural come here for a specific reason. They all work different jobs — mostly in in the town’s tourism industry. But nearly everyone who lives here comes because they’re seeking an encounter with the supernatural. What they really need of course, is a radical encounter with the Holy Spirit and the kingdom of God, but that’s a discussion that’ll have to wait for a future message.
So I got down on my knees and felt her both of her knees. The left knee was much more swollen than the right one. I asked if she had arthritis. She told me about the tests her doctors had done and what treatments she’d been through. Most of the swelling was fluid that had collected in the joint over time.
I placed my hands around her knee and commanded spirits of pain to leave, for swelling and inflammation to leave and for the cartilage, bones, tendons, muscles, nerves and ligaments to be healed then asked what she felt. She reported feeling heat all around her knee. I smiled and said, “Well… it looks like you’re being healed.” Now it was my turn to use the bathroom.
While I was away, Northwest Prophetic, who had been watching the whole thing go down gave the woman some advice. “If the pain ever comes back, tell God, ‘Whatever you did to heal my knee, keep doing it’.” When I came out of the bathroom the woman said, “Now it’s tingling all over.” I told her, “Tingling is good. That means you’re being healed.” I smiled, shook her hand and left. Northwest was waiting in the car with the rest of the crew. He told me what he said to her. I told him I like to leave people with a little instruction on how to keep their healing and I appreciated him giving her some advice. He said it was kinda comical watching the customers react to what I was doing. I wasn’t aware that anyone was paying attention to me.
“Oh yeah” He said, ”this one guy came in the store and when I asked if he wanted to get past me he said, “No, that’s okay… I want to watch what this guy is doing. ”
I guess even in a place like Sedona — things like this will draw a crowd.
We drove home and talked about many things. I finally made good on my promise to teach my mentor a little bit about healing. He got to teach me how to do spiritual warfare without becoming a casualty. All in all, I’d say it was an excellent outing.
Thanks for showing up here to read about our adventures. I hope you’re inspired and encouraged to go have a few of your own.