At this year’s Christian Warriors Retreat, a young veteran approached Olivia and me, after service, for prayer.
That evening after we arrived at the retreat center, I made my usual rounds, shaking hands, giving hugs, and introducing myself to the veterans. I encountered a young soldier who had torment in his eyes with no other visible emotions. I introduced myself and he slowly turned his head and stared at me. I smiled, understanding that he must have been dealing with major trauma, as many of the other veterans were, patted him on his shoulders, and finished my round of greetings. Later that evening, I spoke on the love of God and overcoming trauma. I shared about my personal traumas and how God healed and restored me. We prayed for the sick and wounded and had nearly a dozen confirmed healings at that meeting. At the end of service, I released a word of knowledge.
“There are two men here tonight who have been tormented by voices,” I said. “If you’ll approach me after the service, God will deliver you from the source of those voices and heal you of the trauma which opened that door.”
Immediately one man approached me, who was a leader at the retreat, we prayed and he was set free. Then as I was packing up and visiting with some attendees, the young veteran who I met earlier and his brother approached. First, his brother asked for healing for his knee. We prayed and he was made, instantly, completely whole. Next, the soldier approached me. With pain and trauma in his eyes, he said, “I am one of the men who you mentioned that hear voices. I feel tormented all the time and can’t find peace.”
My heart broke for him and stirred up deep compassion. Olivia and I prayed and cast out the spirits tormenting him, walked him through some inner healing techniques, and prophesied to him. As we ministered, light and life filled his eyes and a smile washed over his face. I asked him what he was feeling and he said, “Joy, sir. I just feel light and happy, sir. I can’t explain it.”
We continued ministering a little more and hugged him goodbye.
The next morning, at breakfast in the mess hall, the young man walked up to me with a beautiful smile and hugged me. “Good morning, sir. I slept the best I ever slept since retiring. Thank you so much.”
The love of God still heals the brokenhearted!
God bless our veterans and the brave soldiers who are actively serving.
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