Waterfalls of Healing

Waterfalls of Healing

Lord my God, I called to you for help, and you healed me. (Psalm 30:2)

Corrie, this is not about you.
Not about your story.
This is not about your marriage.
This is not about your husband.
This is about Me.
This is about My story.
I want you to be a part of it.
Listen, Corrie.
Listen.
Step into My story.
I want to use you to help people.
To help them experience My healing to their hearts.
To set captives free.
Like I am setting you free.

One October day, two phone calls:
“Corrie, I can’t make it to the countryside anymore. My mom is sick.”
“Corrie, we can’t make it this weekend. We need to stay home and get some down time.”

Three friends cancelled. Ok, so, change of plans. I still want to go the countryside tomorrow, but I guess I need to find some new people to come with me. The van was booked, the guest house rooms ready.

I was at the Surrender Youth Retreat in Shanghai, and standing in the back for one of the sessions, and I noticed a girl on my right that I didn’t know too well. We were in the middle of a song, but I had this idea (that I sensed was God’s voice) to go over and pray for her.

But God, it’s the middle of a song.
Go pray for her.
(I waited until the next song.)
Go pray for her.
(I waited a little longer. Heart beating a little faster.)
Ok, here I go.

I tapped her on the shoulder, and asked her if I could pray for her.
Sure.

So I spoke out what was on my heart, which was a picture of Gideon (from the Bible) in the winepress, and God calling out to him that he was a warrior, a mighty man. Calling him by a new identity. And Gideon responding and stepping into it, his true identity.

I sensed that God was doing the same somehow in this girl, calling her forward also by a new identity, her true identity. So that is what I prayed. God, tell her how you see her. Empower her to step into that.
I gave her a hug, and then went back to singing the next song.

Oh yeah, the countryside. I need to find some people.

I asked a few people later on, at one of the breaks. Then I saw the girl I had prayed for standing with another girl, and mentioned the idea to them: to take a last minute trip with me to the countryside…. The next day. They said they would think about it.

Then… to my surprise, later that night, the girl I had prayed for walked over and said: “You know, I would actually love to go with you!”

I smiled, thrilled to have a buddy for the weekend.
It turns out she was the only one who could come.

Cool, God. I know You’re up to something.
Here we go.

Listen, Corrie.
Listen.
Step into My story.
I want to use you to help people.
To help them experience My healing to their hearts.
To set captives free.
Like I have set you free.

In the 6-hour drive up to the mountains, and until late the first night, her story tumbled out. She had a lot of old baggage, old lies, that were holding her back, causing her to disqualify herself from experiencing closeness with God.

I felt God’s voice whispering to me: Tell her she has permission to get back in the game. Tell her she is not disqualified.

We were sitting on a rock watching the sunrise on that very first morning, and the Titanic song came on (of course, as the Chinese adore that song and movie) from the speakers by building next to us.

Immediately the image of the two main characters looking out over the water came to mind for me. Then suddenly, this idea of finding water was there in my head, finding water and throwing rocks into it.

That was it! This girl needed to DO something as a symbol of the rejecting old things, the former things, the lies, the former self she was leaving behind.

So we planned a hike that day. A hike to a waterfall. We went back to the room to change our clothes, then set out on the path that soon led us to the crashing water sound. As we approached the modest sized Chinese waterfall, we spied a little rock outcropping away from the tourists.

Yes, this is the place.

We perched on the rocks over the water, and as I dug out a prayer to show her (that had been taught to me just 2 weeks prior), I didn’t even have to ask her if she was ready.

Tears were already welling up, and started dropping one by one into the water below. One by one along with each rock she threw – one for each feeling, word, or thought named from the past. Each stronghold, each thing coming against her, one by one.

Here is what she prayed, very simple but very powerful, filling in the blank with each thing coming against her (i.e., hopelessness, depression, etc.):

I nail ____________ to the cross.

I break all agreements I’ve made with ____________, known or unknown, and I repent of joining with ____________.

I ask You, Father, to send ____________ away from me.

Father, what do you want to give me in place of ____________?

At the end of each prayer, we actually asked God that final question, listening in our hearts to what we sensed He wanted to give her in place of each stronghold, each lie. Every time, either one or both of us had something pop into mind. (i.e., Freedom, Hope, Life, etc.)

So she would then say: “Holy Spirit, I receive your ___________”.

She had been hurting a long time, and her heart was wide open. My heart was focused. Calm. My senses were alive, and I remember the wind rustling in the trees, the water gurgling beneath our feet, the sun warming my back. God stopping time. Being in the moment with us.

It was actually kind of a dirty Chinese waterfall with some trash floating around, but we didn’t care.

We gazed down into the valley below with a sense of heaviness being lifted off.
We both felt it.
The prayers were intense and quick.
When we were done, we turned around to see a huge rainbow stretching across the rocks under the falls behind us.

We took off our shoes and waded in, the water crashing and sending off cool sprays of refreshment onto a pair of new friends.

Woohoo!! Freedom!!

Listen.
Keep listening, Corrie.
Step into My story.

The voice of the Lord is over the waters; the God of glory thunders, the Lord thunders over the mighty waters. The voice of the Lord is powerful; the voice of the Lord is majestic. (Psalm 29:3-4)

 


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Waterfalls of Healing — 9 Comments

  1. Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our affliction so that we will be able to comfort those who are in any affliction with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God! What a wonderful sequence of ministry!

    Continuing to pray for you…

  2. I love this prayer and I love how you listened to God and how much He’s doing in you and how He’s using you to bring healing (:

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