Part Seven

In 2012 my parents, brother, son, Ronnie, and I moved to Tucson, AZ. The first several months were amazing. It was so much fun being in a totally new state. We had an apartment close to my parents and my son was going to live with us, but as soon as he got to AZ he met a new friend and started attending their church. He found out about an internship program at the church, and he really wanted to attend. The problem was you had to be 18 and he was only 16. After meeting with the pastor they decided to let him attend, but he was the youngest to ever attend their program. The interns lived together in an apartment with the older (senior) interns overseeing the younger (new) ones. The program was in Tucson, but he was really busy, so I did not get to see him often. Ronnie and dad worked, my brother was off to college so that left my mom and me to explore our new city. And boy oh boy did we explore! We went to stores, out to eat, hikes, yard sales, and anything else we could find to get into. During those first few months I felt better than I had for years. It was like when I went through the divorce all those years ago. I was in an emotional high for several months, but then it all came crashing back down. I was really hoping and praying the good days were going to be my new norm, but they weren’t. I am so grateful for that season, but when it ended I was devastated. It was harder this time because I had a taste of what a better life could look and feel like. During the better times the depression, PTSD, and DID were ever present, but what got better were my physical symptoms. Because I was able to be active it did help lesson the symptoms of mental illness. It made it possible to leave my home and be active in ways I could not before nor after.

The physical and mental illnesses came back with a vengeance, and I was in the worst shape of my life. The suicidal ideation was a constant, but my son continued to be my anchor to life. There were times the battle got so hard to stay alive that I was afraid I would lose the battle. My marriage was suffering greatly because Ronnie basically became my care giver. I had shut him out years ago and he was shut down emotionally. Neither of us left much room for emotional or physical intimacy in our marriage which easily allowed us to slip into the role of roommates and the chronic illnesses further changed the dynamic into caregiver and me needing his caregiving.

Somewhere along the way I decided that God could heal me, but I wasn’t sure if He would. I didn’t feel like I deserved healing, and I wasn’t sure I would ever get it. I would hear stories of others getting healed and each time it made the wall between God and me bigger, taller, wider, and stronger. I also let self-hatred sink deeper and deeper into my heart because every time I didn’t get healed I internalized not being good enough for healing so I started chasing healing anywhere I could find it. I chased ministries, prophetic folks, natural healing, naturopathic doctors, specialist, treatments, books, specific prayers, and anything else I could think of.

While in AZ I saw multiple doctors, took tons of supplements, tons of medications, had lots of testing, and some procedures, but nothing worked. I even had one doctor tell me that she could no longer give me any type of treatment because it was not ethical. She said it was like something inside my body was blocking every treatment she was trying so until we figured out the blocking issue she did not feel right charging me for more treatments. I was severally obese, but I was also malnourished because something was blocking me from receiving nutrition from foods and supplements. My body was rejecting nutrition and treatments that should have helped to heal me. She didn’t understand what was going on and she had no idea how to proceed in my treatment. I felt like I was on the verge of hopelessness because I didn’t know what else to try. I knew the issue was not God so it had to be me, but I had no idea what I was doing wrong, what I needed to do differently, or what I was missing.

My list of diagnosis grew from each doctor I visited, and the depression grew after each visit. I eternalized every message that said this was my life and it was not going to change. I heard the words chronic and no cure over and over. I came to a point where I fully accepted those words as my truth. I always knew God could heal me, but I truly believed that until He did I was not going to have any type of quality of life. I had the diagnoses I came to AZ with and then while there I was also diagnosed with low immune issues, chronic reactive EBV, hormonal imbalances, 3 other active viruses, adrenal fatigue, more allergies, asthma, and several stomach issues. With all the diagnosis came treatments that didn’t help or work. I also found a doctor that taught me a lot about my diagnosis of Hashimoto’s Autoimmune disease that caused the hypothyroidism to start when I was 18 years old. It brought a lot of clarity, but also depression because there did not seem to be a lot I could do about the symptoms.

In our marriage Ronnie was my caregiver and we moved to a place of being more like roommates. Sometimes we got a long like friends and other times we didn’t get a long at all. I really resented him in a lot of ways because I felt trapped in the marriage because I was so sick that I needed him, and I hated needing anyone. I wanted to be independent, and it made me so mad that I didn’t have the ability to take care of myself. Emotionally we were not engaged at all. He was living his life, and I was living mine. We still enjoyed watching the same movies so that would bring us together, but I had no idea what he was struggling with, and I never shared my emotions with him. He did not feel like a safe place for me to share because he was so shut down emotionally. I think we both wanted out, but we stayed for different reasons. He stayed because he felt sorry for me, and he thought I might kill myself if he left and I stayed because I needed him to help take care of me.

I was very controlling and manipulative in our marriage and other relationships. It was my way or no way. He easily gave in, so I ran all over him and I was very cruel with my words toward him. If I was upset or felt hurt in any way at all I would go straight for the throat and say the things that I knew hurt the most. I allowed the enemy (demons) to use me as a weapon of pain to hurt him emotionally over and over. Our intimacy both physically and emotionally was nonexistent. We just lived together. I wanted us to be close, but there were parts of me that hated him. Or I should say parts that I thought were me. They constantly told me how bad he treated me and how I would be better off alone. It was hard to fight those voices and I lived with the identity of being a victim in every situation and relationship. I saw everyone as out to hurt me and that I needed to isolate myself so that I could be emotionally safe. I was also very controlling to the point that no one in my home was allowed to touch any of my items. It sent me into a panic if I felt my things were going to be moved, touched, or disturbed. I wanted to control my environment by any means necessary and that control was a huge part of my personality. 

While living in AZ there were times that we lived with my parents. It was hard to be a one income family, but I was too sick to work so it was easier to split the bills with my parents. When we all lived together it worked out well and it helped that I had someone around when Ronnie was working. I hated being alone. I often didn’t want to be around anyone, but I also hated being alone. My mental state is so hard to put into words because it just doesn’t make sense, but I can sum it all up by saying I was in constant torment.

When we lived with my parents my mom told me she would see, hear, and sense demons in the home. She would see them peeping around the corners looking at her and at times she would hear them. Ronnie and I continued to see, feel, and sense them wherever we lived. There were times we would all be house hunting and I would walk into a house, and I could feel and hear them in the home. One time I heard them screaming, “get out, this is our home!” I was terrified and we did not move into that house. I ran from that one!

There was another house that we all moved into that I sensed a demon in the back yard. It presented as an Indian medicine man. There were times I could physically see them, spiritually discern/see them (like a vision), hear them physically, or discern/hear what they were saying in my mind. I have always been very sensitive to the spiritual world (demons), but back then I had no idea about the gifts God had given me or how to use them. I just knew that wherever I went I could sense if demons were anywhere around, and they always tried to scare and torment me.

When we very first moved to AZ God told my dad that I was going to be healed in the desert. We had no idea when or how, but we all held onto that promise. I think I was close to giving up so many times because I just got worse and worse, but there was something in me that would never let me fully throw in the towel and give up. Of course looking back I know that was God holding on to me even when I felt like I could not hold on to Him.

We started attending a church in AZ and met a group of friends. One of the friends offered prayer ministry sessions so I made an appointment with her. The details get really fuzzy because I do not remember much about our sessions, but I do remember during one that God told me that I did not trust Him. I saw a vision of me being in the driver’s seat of my car (life) and I looked over because I thought that meant I had put Him in the passenger seat, but to my surprise He was outside the car, the window was up, and the door was locked. He had His hands full of things for me, but I had Him locked out. During that session I really worked on trusting Him, repenting for lack of trust, and He started breaking down the walls between us.

She also taught me about how movies and books with witchcraft, horror, demons, darkness, etc. can open to the door to demonic torment. At first I didn’t want to let go of those things but what she said to me made sense so my husband and I started doing major house cleaning to get rid of those things. She also taught me about and generational curses. We had many sessions with a lot of prayer, but that is about as far as we could get because every time I went the voices in my head would go off. They hated her and said awful things about her, and I was physically getting sicker and sicker. Around the same time my son contacted me and told me about a minister he thought I should listen to. He didn’t say why, but I found one of his messages and he was teaching how Christians can have demons attached to our mind, will, emotions, and flesh and have the need to have them cast out in the name of Jesus. As soon as I heard the message it clicked, and I knew I needed deliverance (closing all doors to demons and verbally casting them out in the name of Jesus). I messaged the minister and asked him if he had any suggestions for reading material. He gave me a list of a couple books and I got them, but I sit them aside and didn’t read them right away. I have no idea why. I mean I know it was demonic interference, but I have no idea what the process was that caused me to not read them. I do know I lost an entire year.

In that year I started having extreme breathing issues that landed me at the Mayo clinic after seeing several other specialists. They finally decided that I had a few things going on. It was like asthma, but not really asthma. I would be triggered, and my lungs would get tight and I needed to use an inhaler to breath, but they also thought I was having silent reflux that was burning my vocal cords because I had a chronic cough that would not relent. The cough made it difficult to even hold conversations. Even once they diagnosed me they could not get it under control so I was left with a chronic cough and breathing issues that were triggered by any smell at all including some foods.  

Covid hit and my dad lost his job, my son and brother moved to Texas, and Ronnie and I were living about an hour and half away from my parents in a really small snowbird (retirement) town. Once my dad lost his job he could not find another one in AZ so he started looking at different states for a job. When he lost his job it was because entire departments closed in his workplace and it saturated the local area with people who had the same work experience, education, and expertise. When he would apply for jobs there were often 100’s of other applicants. It was very difficult to find anything in the area. In his field there were a lot of cut backs even in the businesses that made it and some even had to eventually close their doors.

I felt the Lord urge me to sit aside a week to pray and fast for my healing and breakthrough. He also laid it on my heart to make it public. I posted it on social media, and I had an outpouring of love and support. Looking back I know that was God showing His love through others to me. I didn’t want to post it because I felt so unworthy to ask others to pray for me, but God really showed me His love through the entire process. He also told me to call my parents and ask them to come over and pray for me. I told Him to please ask them because at that point they lived about a 1.2 away and I felt like that was a huge burden to ask them to drive that far. About 10 mins later my mom called or messaged me and said that she felt they were supposed to come pray for me.

I had started reading the books that the minister I spoke about earlier told me to read so I had an idea that during our prayer meeting part of it would include some deliverance. I sent my parents a little info on deliverance, but we were so not ready for a deliverance session. We had no idea what to expect and we really didn’t even know what to do.

In the week prior to them coming over I started walking through deep, deep repentance. I thought I knew what repentance was, but this was something very different. My heart was very heavy because I knew I had hurt the heart of my Father. I began asking God to show me all the ways I had opened my life up to the torment of demons. He started showing me all the personal choices in my life that had created open doors. He went back years, and it was much like holding a mirror to my face and looking at all the poor choices and attitudes that I had let rule my life. As He would show me each one I went into deep sorrow and repentance. Some of the things He showed me were my involvement in the occult by watching shows and reading books with occult themes, lack of trust in Him, refusing to submit to my husband, being so cruel with the way I talked to others, not being the mother He called me to be, rebellion, self-pity, critical attitudes, sugar addiction, accepting lies as my truth, and so many other things. Another area that had caused open doors to my life was the abuse I had gone through with Jim and my ex-husband. The abuse itself did not cause the open doors, but my reaction to the abuse did create open doors. The demons lied to me and told me that I would never be safe, and I listened to the lies, believed the lies, and then opened the door to the demons of fear and several others. I can remember at one point walking across my living room floor and falling to my knees because the heaviness on my heart was so strong. At times it felt almost too hard to bear and too hard to carry because I had hurt God in so many different ways, but He gave me the strength, grace, and mercy that I needed to get through the preparation time. He was not condemning me. He was cleansing me.

He also started showing me generational sin that needed to be dealt with. When we pray for generational sin to be covered by the blood of Jesus we are not asking for our family members to be forgiven. We cannot pray for the forgiveness of others. What we are doing is praying for God to cover the sin in our bloodline with the blood of Jesus and release us from any generational curses attached to the sin in our bloodline. When Jesus died on the cross He gave us access to salvation, deliverance from demonization, breaking of all curses, and healing. It is through Him that we are set free, but that freedom comes when we address the issues. Some of the things in my bloodline that He showed me to pray about were adultery, abuse, sexual abuse, strife, envy, jealously, witchcraft, occultism, turning from God, idolatry, rebellion, false religion, stealing, and many more. I spent hours in repentance and not once did I feel condemnation. I felt cleansing. God was not beating me up. He was opening my heart up and showing me what all needed washed clean.

I had been in church for years, but I had never ever experienced this type of prayers with God. It was like He was sitting right there with me, guiding me, cleansing me, and leading every single step of the way. There was one thing that He spoke to me that just about knocked me off my feet. He said that I had not honored my biological father. Exodus 20:12. My first response was anger and bewilderment and to ask Him how I could have honored someone who had so severely abused me. It took me a few minutes and then I really asked Him to speak to me and I humbled myself before Him. He said that the way I should have honored my biological dad was by staying silent. There were times I talked bad about him, called him names, and said he was worthless. God said it had nothing to do about having a personal relationship with him, but it had everything to do with my attitude and negative words about him. Immediately, I knew exactly what God was saying to me. It was not that I was dishonoring him by speaking the truth about the abuse, but it was the way I felt he was worthless and a piece of garbage with zero redeeming qualities. I never looked at him as someone who God loved and wanted to save. I repented for my attitude and all the words I had spoken. I also acknowledged his role as my biological father and verbalized honor for his parental role in my life. It did not negate the abuse or the emotional damage he had done in my life, but it did release me to fully forgive him, and I released him to the Lord. It also had zero to do with reconciliation. He was deceased by this time, but I knew in my heart even if he wasn’t I would not be required to have any kind of relationship with him. It was 100% about my heart issue and attitude.

The night before the prayer session with my parents I was sitting in my bed praying. I was playing praise and worship music just asking God to speak to my heart. The demons in me did not like when I spent time with the Lord at all. I would often get headaches, feel nauseated, get extremely tired, and at times get confused and distracted. That particular night I started praying and the next thing I knew a language that did not belong to me was coming out of my mouth. When I was 18 years old, I had been baptized in the Holy Spirit with the evidence of speaking in tongues and I had prayed in the Spirit many times since then, but this was something totally different. It made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. It was very clipped, and it sounded angry. I did not recognize the words or dialect, but it sounded ancient. I am not sure how I knew that, but that was the sense I was getting. It was so clipped and forceful I was afraid my teeth were going to break off. It was snapping my jaw closed after every single word. It was painful and it sent terror down my back. I finally got my mouth closed and I refused to speak another word. It was the first time I had ever experienced anything like that, and it really scared me. I knew it was demonic, but I had no idea what caused it or what it was saying. Prior to this night I had a dream where I was trying to talk and ask for help, but a demon was in me and every time I would try to speak it would take over my voice and speak so that the people around me could not hear me asking for help. The situation that night was very similar to the dream I had.

I also got really sick, worse than usual. I was very short of breath, and I felt like I was being smothered. I was lying in bed, and it felt like something was sitting on my chest. I stood up and starting walking around and I really thought I was going to have to call 911. Ronnie was at work so I was home alone, and I could not breathe. My inhaler did not help at all, and then all of a sudden I had an anger toward the enemy rise up in me and I turned on some praise music. I verbally told the demons no matter what they did to me I was going to praise the Lord. After about five minutes of praising, the smothering lifted, and I was able to lie back down and get some sleep.

My parents came over early the following morning. I was in and out during the entire four-hour prayer session so some things I remember, some I have been told, and some things I just do not know exactly how they happened. When my parents first arrived as soon as my dad walked in the door I started to feel very anxious, nauseated, and angry. We got started pretty quickly and before he went and sat down he anointed my head with oil. I had to physically refrain from pushing his hand away and screaming at him to stop touching “us.” The voices in my head often spoke to me in the third person (us, we). I could hear voices in my head telling me not to let him touch me or pray for me. I also heard them screaming at him. They hated him and I could feel their rage inside my body that was directed toward him. It was pure hate. I sat on one end of the couch, my mom sat on the other end, and my dad sat on the love seat on the other side of the room. There was a lot of distance between him and me. When he first went and sat down the voices calmed down just a little bit, but as soon as he opened his mouth to pray they started stirring up again. He began his prayer by asking God to help us and to evict the demons that were inside my body. As soon as he spoke I started to feel things toward him I had never felt before. I started cackling, in a voice that was not my own, and mocking him. I laughed, jeered, and called him names. Not only were all of these things coming out of my mouth, I was also feeling them. I knew they were not me, but I could feel the emotions tied up with the demons. Our feelings and emotions were intertwined. He asked for its name and after some verbal wrestling it told its name. Once he had the name he began to verbally cast it out by telling it that it must go in the name of Jesus.

There were a lot of demons that came out. My mom was taking notes of the names as they came out and she said there were between 50-60 that left. At one point I had my head in the trashcan because as some came out I was vomiting. I started getting choked and I could not speak or breathe. It felt like there was a huge hand around my neck squeezing it. My dad was praying, from his place on the loveseat, with his eyes closed. My mom had her eyes on me the entire time and she started to notice that something was wrong. She could not see my face because my head was literally in the trashcan. As soon as she heard me whispering that I was choking she yelled and got my dad’s attention. He immediately commanded the demon to stop choking me in the name of Jesus. As soon as he said it the choking released. There was another one that he was telling to leave and it would not go. I heard it in my head saying it was part of me. I knew immediately that it was one that I had considered an alter, one of parts of my personality, and that I had fully accepted it into my life. The Lord showed me that I needed to verbally tell it that it was no longer welcome and that it was not part of my identity. As soon as I prayed through repentance for accepting the demon as part of my identity and verbally told the demon it was not part of my identity my dad was then able to cast it out. Many of the demons had a very strong hold on my life because I had given them so much control. I thought they were alters, parts of my personality, and I had tried integrating with them. I had also given them permission to express themselves through me many times. If we give demons an inch they will take a mile and in my case I had given them miles and miles of permission to be in my life. 

Before my dad cast each demon out he would ask it if it had a legal right to be in my life. If they did still have legal rights I would repent for whatever had let them in, and then he could cast them out one by one. Some of them went really fast and others I had to spend some time in prayer asking God to break their legal rights over and to my life.

Several of the demons spoke through me and as they were speaking I could hear them from a distance. One stands out in my memory because for as long as I can remember I have struggled with eating issues. This demon started laughing and said it made me fat and it made me eat and eat, but never feel full. It said several times, while laughing, that it “made me fat.” It seemed to have found that hilarious. A few days before the prayer session God had told me to stop consuming sugar. He said it was a command for me to refrain from all sweets. I was so addicted at the time, but I obeyed because I was finally ready to do anything He told me to do. During the session the demon no longer had a legal right because I was no longer feeding the sugar addiction so it had to go.

Another one that came out said it caused me to feel sorry for myself and to seek pity from others. I recognized that one really well. It was the one who caused me to focus on everything negative in my life, to feel justified in using the sicknesses to get my way and what I wanted, and also the one that constantly threw internal pity parties for me. It would remind me how hard life had been, how much I was not loved or understood, and how much I had been through. It would play painful scenes from my past over and over in my mind. It would also point out that others didn’t and couldn’t really love me because I did not have one redeeming quality. In a nutshell its assignment in my life was to create pity and feelings of worthlessness.

There is one more that really stands out and it was full of rage and anger. When it manifested I recognized the feeling of rage. There were times in my life I would go into blackout rages and not even remember the things I said or did. I recognized this demon was the one who pushed that in my life. Not that I was not responsible for giving it so much control, but I am just expressing from where the rage originated. This one also felt very possessive of me. When my dad confronted it my eyes changed, my voice changed, and I was speaking through clenched teeth. At one point I even spit on my dad from all the way across the room. The demon said it owned me and that I had been dedicated to it. My dad asked it who dedicated me to it, and it said my biological dad had dedicated me to it in a blood ritual and because of that I belonged to it. When questioned further it said innocent blood was used that sealed the dedication. My dad told it that my biological father did not have the right to dedicate me and that he no longer had any spiritual leadership over my life. This one took a lot of time to get out. It was very strong and very determined. At one point I was pulling my hair and punching myself in the head. I was shaking my head from side to side until it felt like it was going to fly off my neck. I picked up the trashcan I had been vomiting in and tried to throw it at my dad, but it went the opposite direction. I know that God was holding me in my seat because I could not get up and I felt how much that demon wanted to hurt my dad. It wanted to literally rip him apart. If I had been able to get up out of my seat I know it would have used my body to physically attack him. That demon finally left after what felt like hours. It came out screaming. It felt like it was going to tear me apart from the inside out. It was by far the most aggressive and most possessive. Not all deliverance sessions are this dramatic, some are, and some are not.  I had given the demons so much control over my life they wanted to hang on and not let go so it was a major spiritual battle.

After the session was over my dad began to tell me some of the things he saw while it was going on. He is not one who has a lot of visions, but that day changed his life forever. It changed the way he prays, views spiritual warfare, and the spiritual realm. For several years the Lord had been showing me that my dad carries his anointing and authority in his voice. He has always been an intercessor and could go into times of deep prayer, but this was a whole other level. He faced demons head on and won the victory through Jesus Christ. During the session he said he saw a courtroom setting. He knew that God was in the judgement seat, but he could not see His face. He also saw a witness stand and each time he was confronting a demon he saw it seated on the witness stand. He also saw a demon that was holding a pouch, and it was tightly holding it closed. He knew the pouch contained the seeds to my life and this demon had stollen them and was refusing to give them back. During that part of the session, he saw the demon release the pouch and give it back to me so every seed that had been stolen was then released and restored to me.

As soon as the session was over there were a few things we immediately noticed. My eyes were wide open for the first time in years. They had gotten to the point they were so heavy they were only opened in tiny little slits. Right away my mom noticed I was walking differently. Beforehand, I barely shuffled my feet when I walked, and I took tiny steps. I was always in so much pain it hurt to move so I tried to stay as still as possible, even when I walked. I was hunched over and never stood up straight. I had also felt like there were hundreds of pounds of weights holding my legs and entire body down when I tried to walk. That was completely gone, and I could stand up straight and move without feeling I was weighed down by a million pounds.

My parents needed to head back home after the session since they lived two hours away. Part of me wanted to go with them, but I knew I was supposed to stay home and spend time with the Lord. I think for the rest of that day I just sat on my couch in shock. I knew I had had a lot of torment, but I had no idea how many demons were inside of me and how strong they were. It was also so quiet in my mind. It was the first time I could sit in silence and not hear the voices speaking to me. I used to have to sit with the tv on just for a distraction, but I was able to sit in silence and my mind was quiet. What I thought were alters were all actually demons. I felt them leave one at a time during the deliverance session and afterwards they were completely gone. I did not have multi personalities, I had multiple demons. I did not have any mental illnesses at all. What I had had was demonic torment and that was gone for the first time in my life.

You may be wondering how a Christian could have demons residing in their body. Let me take a moment to explain. Many people confuse possession with demonization/oppression. There is a huge difference. Possession means ownership, and a Christian cannot be possessed by a demon. Possession means you lose control and cannot stop what is going on in your body. You are owned by the demons and consumed with evil. This can happen when a demon moves into a non-Christian, but it does not happen with a Christian.

Demonization is not ownership, it is oppression. According to 1 Thessalonians 5:23, we are all made up of three parts: spirit, soul, and body. Our spirit is the home of the Holy Spirit. When we get saved, the Holy Spirit comes in and dwells within our spirit and a demon cannot move into this area of our lives. Our soul and body are our mind, will, emotions, and flesh. This is the area the demons can move into and take up residence within if we give them an open door and legal rights to our lives through personal sin, generational sin, or curses. There are several scriptures to support the fact that Christians can have demons attached to their lives and therefore have a need for deliverance.

After my parents left I also spent some more time in prayer and I knew that I had to talk to Ronnie when he got home. I felt that it was very important to me for him and I to pray together, for me to repent to him and God for how I had treated him, and to verbally commit to be a submissive wife to him. I also felt it was really important to ask him to forgive me before God. Ronnie was so gracious, and we went to God in prayer. That day began a change in our marriage that led to Ronnie going through deliverance and both of us continuing the road to healing and the restoration of our marriage.  

Shortly after my deliverance my dad was offered a job in Tennessee and the enemy tried to get me right back into bondage because I heard a demon say to me, “what if you slip back into depression when they leave?” As soon as I heard the voice speak I heard God speak and say, “You did not have depression, you had a demon and that demon is gone.” That was a huge lesson to me because I saw right away that the demons would try to come back and one of the tactics they would use was to convince me that I was not really free.

Right after our prayer meeting, within days, God told me to publicly share my testimony. I went live on Facebook to share my story and the ministry was birthed. We didn’t have a name back then, but later God gave us the name Fullness of Joy Ministry. I began doing a ton of deliverance sessions, teaching on live videos, and then God led me to write a few books. I have now been moved to a new season of focusing on teaching about various topics on video, writing, running all our social media and website, getting ready to create a platform to offer E-Courses on various topics, offering behind the scenes support/guidance/prayer to many people who message me, and so much more! We have a lot in the works for 2024!

In 2021 Ronnie and moved to Texas after visiting and feeling the Lord prompt us to make the move. I have been continuing to grow and share what the Lord is doing in my life and teaching what He lays on my heart to share.  

Joy finally came and my life has never been the same! I have still faced many battles, but God is faithful, and He has walked me through each one. The next entry will be the final one for this series. I am going to discuss many of the lessons I have learned along the way of my healing and deliverance journey.

Blessings,

Nichole Henson, Fullness of Joy Ministry

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