Fourteen years ago, I had a ruptured disk in my back and four years later another disk bulged. Too young to have them fused together, I was given a cortisone shot and lived with it. Six years ago I was born again and started seeking the Lord for healing. Two years ago I started listening to Brother Copeland. I incorporated everything he said into my life. In November 2004, I crossed the faith line. I did every faith thing I knew to do, but my back kept feeling worse. By summer 2005, I was very frustrated in my progress and the Lord spoke to me, If you truly believed you were healed you wouldn’t be getting frustrated. That hit home—I didn’t really believe.

So I started working on my “believer.” I confessed that I believed. I believed the stripes. I believed the love. I started meditating Jesus on the cross. He impressed me to take Communion every day, remembering and giving thanks for what He did for me.

In January 2006, as I was meditating I saw Jesus on the cross. He reached His hands down and cupped them and He stopped. I took my bad disks and put them in His hands. Then I saw Him in hell where the light of His Spirit overcame every sickness, disease, pain, sin and sorrow. He won victory over everything. Then Jesus walked to me with my new disks in His hands. I took them and put them in my body and spirit. I am healed, and have no pain.

When Jesus cupped His hands in front of me, He stopped. I believe I had to be willing to give them to Him. It may sound silly, but I had them for so long they were part of me and my thinking. Thank you, KCM, for all your prayers.