Sicko, Sicko, Sicko

So here it is - I fought the sickness all night, got up an preached about healing then prayed for the sick, then came hope and am once again in battle against that spirit with the needle that keeps sticking deep into my joints and grinding against the bones.

There is a train of thought in the church that says as long as I don't actually say the words of sickness or say I am sick that the affliction cannot take root. That's like prophesying things that are as if they are not, which is not prophesy and has no effect.

So I'm telling you I'm a Sicko. But I am being healed and am prophesying over my body things that are not as if they are (I'm sick but I prophesy healing). I won't come into agreement with the sickness (although maybe I just did) but have opened the door and am trying to kick it out.

Due to the deep aching I had to hit the bathtub at full temperature. Ma thought I overdid it but the man with the needle couldn't take it and had to get out. Unfortunately, my 6'3" frame does not easily fit into any bathtub, and the fact that my legs are about 4 feet long doesn't help. There's always a random assortment of joints sticking above the water for the needle man.

I just thought of the plunge pools at Fairmont Hot Springs where you jump in the one that is almost boiling for about thirty seconds then plunge in the one that has a skim of ice on it. That's what I need right now! The last time I did it my heart almost locked up on me but the needle man would be defeated!

Here's to health and a magnificent week of increase for you.
Pa