I stopped breathing. And that’s what woke me up. This whole
night was a blur. I hadn’t been feeling good so I was trying to go to sleep to
make it go away. After I would fall asleep, my body would quit breathing and
that’s when I would wake up gasping. After a while of feeling this way, my team
started to notice that I wasn’t getting any better. More people came in to
check on me. They were trying to figure out what my body was doing and what was
causin this. I couldn’t hold back the tears…it was so hard to breathe. My
temperature was rising and by this time my fingers and legs were numb. Pastor
Giddeon was in the other room with the rest of my team and I heard them singing
hymns. So peaceful. Then someone came in to let me know they were all praying
for me. The people in my room propped me up to try and help me breathe. Before
I knew it, everyone from both of my teams (we are partnered with another team)
was sitting around me. Praying for me. Taking care of me. Singing over me.
Laying their hands on me. My face was now numb. And the numbness in my fingers
grew to my whole arm. I was still choking trying to breath.

I did not want to go to the doctor because JESUS is my
doctor..my healer.

They were all still sitting around me, praying over me and
rebuking satan.

God told me that it was my turn to pray. I said no..as I let
a couple more people volunteer to continue in the prayers. My Spirit was
feeling so heavy as God said, “Kristen, these people are praying over you but I
want YOU to pray. Don’t question me, just pray.�

For those of you who don’t know me… I hate praying in front
of people…especially in front of all these people I’ve only known for a week.
I’m too scared to step out, so I choose not to move at all.

At this moment, I surrendered. All I remember is that the
first couple sentences of my prayer, I was still struggling to breathe. Then
the next thing I remember, immediately after the prayer i felt a release on my
chest/throat and I could breathe again! I don’t really remember the prayer but
I remember Jesus BREATHED His life into me. He gave me the prayer and He gave
me my breath back.

I was still sick all night (except now I could breathe) and
the next day. I could question why God chose to heal me in one way, but not the
other. It is not our job to question God on why some prayers go unanswered…
even after praying so hard, when other prayers are answered. It is our job to
praise God. He holds our very BREATH in His hands. We may not understand Him or
the things He chooses. But God is faithful. God is good. And God is love… no
questions asked.

God broke me this night. To show me who He is and who I am
in Him. He is ALIVE and I am ALIVE in Him!