Todd White spoke at church last week; he’s coming back tonight. Church was packed. PACKED. He gave an excellent re-presentation of our King Jesus and His always-expanding Kingdom, and then at the end, he prayed healing over the entire congregation. I wasn’t even praying for – or even thinking about – what happened next. But while Todd was praying, I literally felt something lift off my jaw on the left hand side of my face. It literally peeled off and floated away.
During the early years of my marriage and just prior, I would actually chew holes in my cheek at night while I slept. And mostly. I would chew holes on the inside of my left cheek. Sometimes I would chew holes in my lower lip. On the inside. It was awful. After I went through deliverance, the chewing-myself-out-at-night completely stopped. But during stressful times, I would wake up with a tight jaw, and would realize that I had been clenching my jaw at night while I slept.
I also noticed that my son clenched his teeth at night. He would grind and grind his teeth. All night long. In his sleep. It was really loud, too. I looked up Bible verses about teeth grinding. Every single verse linked teeth grinding with being in hell. Oh God. Help us.
Stories began to surface about my mom grinding her teeth while she slept. And about her younger brother grinding his teeth while he slept. Apparently, when they were little, my uncle would grind and gnash his teeth so loudly that the noise would wake everyone up. Hmmm.
A few months ago, my friend Linda guided me in Courts of Heaven prayer. We covered generational issues stemming from WWII. My maternal grandfather was a brilliant doctor in the Armed Forces and was captured by the Japanese in the Philippines. He actually made it through the Philippine Death March AND concentration camp. When he returned to the States after the war was over, he and my grandmother immediately began having children. My mom is the firstborn.
Somberly and a bit detatched, my mom tells stories of abuse and terror as her dad turned from Dr. Jekyll to Mr. Hyde during tormented PTSD episodes. He actually died in a car accident when she was two. But the hell that he received in the Philippines had already manifested in her. And in her little brother. And again in the little brother that was in her mother’s womb.
Many years ago, in dealing with another issue, I had cried out to God. “FATHER! Let this iniquity END in me!” My face, burning with tears, contorted into deeply buried grief as the release of trauma erupted from my being. I had no idea at the time just how deeply this trauma had been driven into my bloodline. But I did know that my adrenal glands were suffering because of it. And I was highly concerned that other hormone-producers were next.
While in the Courts with Linda and The Lord, I stood in on behalf of my grandfather. By a word of knowledge, I discerned that my grandfather, in witnessing the grinding, intense suffering around him, had counseled a fellow prisoner to ‘curse God and die.’ And in that moment, my grandfather’s anguish became a bitter, iniquitous seed that twisted and corrupted the brilliance God had originally spoken into him. His heart was hardened.
Through intercessory tears, I forgave the Japanese. And blessed the seed of those who oppressed me. Asked for their salvation, total healing and deliverance. I received forgiveness from Jesus Himself for breaking covenant with The God of My Fathers. For using God-given influence to curse The Name Above All Names. And asked for full cleansing of my bloodline. For God’s Merciful Justice.
Linda ‘saw’ within the great cloud of witnesses that my brilliant grandfather was there, and free in Christ, free indeed. I didn’t even know that he knew The Lord. She saw him, though. Even accurately described his eyes.
Until last week, I really had not seen just a ton of fruit from our most recent WWII work in The Courts. I’ve seen fruit from other Courts Appointments, but this fruit is taking longer to ripen. My adrenal glands have been healing for many years, but I still require a strong daily pro-biotic to increase the diversity in my intestinal tract (which directly correlates to the hormone levels that my adrenal glands produce). I believe that Jesus healed me at the cross, and continue to speak blessing and healing to my flesh, until the fullness of His healing comes in.
But then something physically lifted away from my jaw last week when I was in the audience at my church. And I remembered the teeth-grinding. And the cheek-chewing. And my son’s gnashing his teeth at night.
Yesterday, I asked Holy Spirit for a sign that my son’s jaw had been healed, too. Something that I could hold on to. Something that, in my faithlessness, would bring me more faith.
My husband is out of town. My kids tossed a coin to see who would sleep with me last night. My son won the coin toss.
I put him to bed around 9, and crawled in at about 10:30pm.
Deep smile. I waited. I listened.
I waited. I listened.
I awoke during the night-watch. I waited. I listened.
He’s free indeed!!
More, Lord! More LORD!!!
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