Healed of Multiple Chemical Sensitivity/Fibromyalgia - God's Way Part III

The book - A More Excellent Way (by Dr./Pastor Henry Wright) - absolutely saved my sanity and my life. I believe God gave this man insights into disease to be a great help to mankind. His book was literally my 'pool of Bethesda'. I stepped in and I've never been the same since.

Pastor Henry teaches that when we are separated from God, others and/or ourselves, we may very well experience psychological/physical/emotional problems. So what does that look like?

Being separated from God means you don't trust Him, you don't know if He cares or if He even loves you. You may even have bitterness toward God, blaming him for the problems in your life.

Being separated from others means, you may have unforgivness towards others. Maybe there was someone that was supposed to love you but failed miserably and in the process, your heart was broken. You could have been wounded by a parent, spouse, friend or a leader you may have trusted in.

Being separated from yourself could mean you don't like yourself, you're angry with yourself for past failures, you don't like who you see when you look in the mirror, or a myriad of other self-hatred, self-bitterness, self-rejection possibilities.

 I can assure you, I've experienced elements of all three and it is possible to emerge from all the brokenness in victorious fashion. Absolutely!

In Matthew 22: 37-40 : 37 Jesus said unto him, Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind. 38 This is the first and great commandment. 39 And the second is like unto it, Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself. 40 On these two commandments hang all the law and the prophets. (When any of these commandments are violated, trouble is sure to follow).

Now I'd like to stop for a minute and let you know that healing is different for everyone. For some people, they take up their beds and RUN! But for others, they may take up their beds and limp at first, then progress into a strong walk and THEN run. So please be gentle to yourself because we are all walking a different path with different circumstances of life.

As I continued to devour the book, I began to realize I was overcome with a spirit of 'fear.' Everything I did was in the name of fear. I was phobic about everything. Especially, food, germs and chemicals. I ate everything organic, juiced religiously for awhile and lived like a girl in a bubble. I would not admit it but I always experienced a lot of anxiety when I had to go somewhere by myself, had to be alone with my son, or social situations with people. My social anxiety was out of control. There were times I would go into full blown panic attacks in which I would hyperventilate and just about have a nervous breakdown. Pathetic and sad. God never intended I live my life in fear but I did.

What saved my sanity is Pastor Henry's teaching and revelation that I was not in a battle with myself but with another kingdom, if you will. I was relieved to know I was not insane or just a weak person, unworthily roaming the earth. I actually had someone very close to me tell me that I was a weak person and that I just needed to 'suck it up.' Well, that really helped me, thanks! I've since forgiven them for those words. They didn't know what I was battling, either.

Anyway, Pastor Henry expounds on Romans 7 and the battle within a person that transpires between two kingdoms. The law of God and the law of sin and death: Romans 7:23 says, ²³ But I see another law in my members, warring against the law of my mind, and bringing me into captivity to the law of sin which is in my members.

Here's another one: Ephesians 6:12 - For we wrestle not against flesh and blood (meaning ourselves and each other), but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places

The revelation that something other than my own intellect, had joined my thinking and was influencing me, was a strange but much welcomed, breath of fresh air.

2 Timothy 1:7 says, For God hath not given us the SPIRIT of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.

Incidentally, we are commanded throughout all the scriptures to, 'fear not.' So yes, fear IS a sin. That absolutely blew me away. I was in sin and didn't even realize it.

So this is what I learned. I had a spirit of fear speaking to me in which I had come into agreement with because I didn't know any better. I honestly thought these were my own thoughts and that this was, 'just the way I am.' It just wasn't so! This was an actual spirit being/entity that had joined me in my thinking process and I took it. Hook, line and sinker.

I finally understood the Scripture that said in, 2 Timothy 10:5 -  Casting down imaginations, and every high thing that exalteth itself against the knowledge of God, and bringing into captivity EVERY thought to the obedience of Christ.

I literally had become 'one flesh' with a spirit of fear which had manifested itself in my body. This brings me to a very critical scripture in healing: Proverbs 23:7a - For as he thinketh in his heart, so is he:

How you ask? This is where it's important to understand the Mind, Body, Soul connection.
I'm not a doctor or psychologist so you're going to get the layman's version. So here we go.

We are a tri-part being. Body (flesh), soul (mind, will, emotions) and spirit (communion, conscience, intuition). When we have a thought, it comes from one of three places; God, evil, or our own intellect. Not only do we get thoughts but we also get feelings, impressions, and stirring emotions. We need to decide what we will do with these when they arise.

Here's an example from my own life: as I get up and start me day, I realize I have to go grocery shopping. When I start to think about that, I experience fear because going into a store with a lot of people would bring feelings of anxiety. This is called a 'stressor'. So now I'm full of fearful thoughts about what 'could' happen if I go to the store. What if I get sick in the store? What if I pass out? I don't want all these people looking at me. What if I lose control and have a panic attack in the store?

I've just been barraged with several thought of fear and angst. My hypothalamus gland is now picking up that I am in fear and not at peace. My body starts to secrete excess amounts of cortisol and I begin to go into what's called, "fight or flight". Fight or flight is what God intended, when you unknowingly step in front of a bus and almost get hit. But it was never intended for you to remain in 'fight or flight.' Your body should return to normal and you continue on with your day.

So when you don't return to normal and your body is flooded with all this activity, it can produce disease or discomfort in your body. For me, it was Fibromyalgia which is actually idiopathic or psychogenic in nature. Fibromyalgia is a flaring of the dendrites which are at the end of your nerve endings in your body. They pulsate for no reason causing the pain. But there's no organic reason for the pain in the muscle, ligament or joint. Just flaring dendrites. This is the physical side of what is going on.

Spiritually, you had a thought. Obviously, it was a fearful thought which would indicate it came from an evil place. Yes, it could have come from your own intellect but that's because this spirit of fear has trained you to think in fear all your life. So, yes, you could be on auto-pilot, drowning in one fearful thought after another all because you've never known any other way to think.

The fearful thought begins at the spirit level and crosses the soul, producing fearful feelings and physiological manifestations such has Fibromyalgia, Panic attack, Anxiety disorder etc...

For me, it mainly affected my limbic system but it can also produce disease in other parts of the body as well.

I hope this gives you a clear idea of what happens when we don't 'take every thought captive.'

After I read Pastor Henry's book, I realized I had been duped by another kingdom that decided it was going to think for me and I ignorantly allowed it to do so.

I promptly found a group of believers who understood what Pastor Henry taught and asked them for prayer and ministry.

They prayed with me and rebuked a spirit of fear from me and I can honestly tell you that I felt like a completely different human being. My body began healing the same day. I was able to do things I couldn't do for several months. My strength returned the same day as well. I did have additional prayer for some muscles that had somewhat atrophied, but those too were restored.

I got my life and body back.

What I've explained here from my own experience, could not do the book justice. I would highly recommend that you read the book for yourself and get in touch with Pastor Henry's ministry. I will put that information below.

So, please be encouraged. You're not crazy and you're not losing your mind. Regardless of where you stand religiously, I think we can all agree that there are two forces in this world. Good and evil. We need to discern what is good and evil and then decide which side we're going to listen to.

Incidentally, this ministry has seen thousands and thousands of people healed of every kind of disease; auto-immune, cancers, psychological issues, as well as others. No, not all disease has a spiritual root, but quite a bit does. You owe it to yourself to see if this may apply to you.

You're not alone and you are not without answers. There's a God in heaven who has made provisions for his people if we are willing.

(Just for the record, I do not get paid in any way to promote this ministry. This was just so vital in my own healing, I can't imagine NOT sharing it).


Information:
Book - A More Excellent Way (Spiritual Roots to Disease) Dr./Pastor Henry Wright
Ministry - Be In Health (http://www.beinhealth.com/public/)

Be Blessed!













  

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Voice For The Unborn - Why I'm Pro-Life

The issue of abortion is no doubt, an explosive one at best. However, I would like to have honest, open, courteous but forthright dialogue regarding it.

I hope that you will take to heart what I have to say regardless of your stance on the issue. Should you be Pro-Life, let this encourage and strengthen that conviction. Should you be Pro-Choice, let what I'm about to share with you, be reason enough for you to reconsider.

Respectfully, I say to you - life in every form is valid and precious.

With that, let me tell you my story.

I was born to a single, teen mom on August 11, 1970. My mother was only 17 years old when she gave birth to me. She had been dating my father for a few years off and on which resulted in their relationship becoming more intimate.

My mother has since passed on as of 2006, from cancer but I can still recall her telling me about what she went through, as if it were yesterday.

Unfortunately, my mother grew up in a single parent home. Her mother was an alcoholic. On a regular basis my mother would have to bring home my grandmother from the bar and get her into bed. My grandmother was extremely abusive both verbally and physically and made it known that no 'squawking brats' were coming into her house if she had anything to say about it. It was the 'love-child' era and conversation about teen motherhood was a frequent topic in the household.

Needless to say, when my mother told her that she was pregnant, it was all out war. The physical confrontation that transpired sounded like something out of a movie. But no, this wasn't a movie. It was my mother's life. The pregnancy was just another excuse for my grandmother to unload her wrath. She herself was rejected by her father and ignored by her mother. The curse seems to have continued on down to my mother who also had no relationship with her father.

As predicted, my grandmother went into a rage. She charged at my mother, punching her in the stomach and kicking her down to the floor. As she tried to get up and run, my grandmother pushed her over a rocking chair which flipped backward putting my mother back on the floor. Struggling to get away, she literally crawled out of the house on her hands and knees.

After getting her breath back, she ran to my father's house and stayed with him for a few days.

Upon my mother's return home, my grandmother told her that she was not going to allow my mother to have the baby (me). My grandmother deemed me unfit to live. Little did she know, God would see otherwise.

Obviously, my mother was scared and didn't know what to do. She knew that she wanted to keep me but she wasn't willing to engage in another physical altercation. She felt if she did, it could cause her to miscarry.

Reluctantly, she obeyed my grandmother, went into the bathroom and was told to get into a tub full of hot water and some kind of 'mustard seed' mixture. Apparently, back then, it was said that a mustard seed bath would bring on a miscarriage. I've done some research on this and haven't found any conclusive proof that this really works. If anyone has any insight on this, I would gladly receive it.

In my estimation, it wasn't the hot mustard seed bath that was the potential killer. It was the beatings my mother took for her indiscretion.

My grandmother finally came to the conclusion that she was not going to be able to expel me from the womb. I believe it was more than that. I believe it was the hand of the Almighty, Himself. He is the Creator and He decides who lives and dies. Although there are times when men die at the hands of other men, there are also mysterious times when the hand of God intercedes. This was one of those times.

To both my parents great joy, I was born - happy, healthy, content and ready for life. My mother said I was the best baby, ever. Of course I was! (Joking)!

I was destined to come to this earth, come heck or high water. Incidentally, my parents didn't use any contraceptives because my father was told he could not have children. He had juvenile diabetes which affected his sperm count. Well, all I have to say is, SURPRISE!

When I was born, somehow my grandmother forgot how much she hated me and absolutely adored me. She would take me often over night and spend a lot of time with me.

Strangely enough, my grandmother ended up dying on my 4th birthday. I'm not willing enough to say this was an act of justice on God's behalf regarding my life. But it sure has made me think over the years. I don't ever remember my mother telling me that my grandmother apologized for all she put my mother through. I just don't know. I will leave that to the Divine Judge to comment on.

Just recently I was reading the parable in the Bible about 'mustard seed faith' - It says this in Matthew 13:31-32 -

31 Another parable put he forth unto them, saying, The kingdom of heaven is like to a grain of mustard seed, which a man took, and sowed in his field:

32 Which indeed is the least of all seeds: but when it is grown, it is the greatest among herbs, and becometh a tree, so that the birds of the air come and lodge in the branches thereof.

Indeed, I'm the smallest in my family but have experienced the greatest amount of faith inspired blessings. That which my grandmother tried to destroy me with, became my strongest asset. Mustard Bath to Mustard Seed Faith. Only God could have brought something so beautiful out something so potentially destructive.

My mother shared with me another experience she had shortly after I was born. She was diagnosed with Epilepsy and was susceptible to what's called, Grand Mal Seizures. One day, when she was home alone, she had me in her arms when she heard a voice talk to her out loud. The voice said to her, "put the baby down." It startled her and she froze up for a minute. The voice once again, but more urgently this time said, "put the baby down!" She listened and put me down. Next thing she knew she woke up in the hospital. She apparently put me down and then fell into a Grand Mal Seizure.

Just for the record, my mother was NOT a religious person by any stretch of the imagination. She held the utmost contempt for the Catholic church and despised her Catholic upbringing. The Catholic church at that time regarded me as a 'bastard child' and would not baptize me. (These were the words of the family priest).

May it also be known that I in no way have any hard feelings toward the Catholic church or my grandmother. I have truly forgiven them both.

So you see - every life has value and meaning. I'm so incredibly thankful to be alive. I myself have two beautiful children that I love deeply, who would not be here today without me.

There are so many things in this life that I've been blessed and privileged to be a part of. They are innumerable. I've saved people's lives a few times, I've been a shoulder to cry on for some, I've been the stand in parent to others. If I was not here, I would not have been able to contribute to the protection and blessing of others.

Just a small insert here about the rape issue - I'm very sensitive to those who have endured this. My mother also was raped and she shared with me, vividly, what transpired when she was only 14. To that I would say, don't punish the innocent life for the crime of the father. If you could at all find it in your heart to bring that child into the world, you would no doubt find a couple who would be overjoyed at the prospect of having that child. That's if you yourself felt that you could not raise the child. Let love beget love. Don't let hate beget hate.

To conclude, I would just ask you, the next time you think about abortion and ending an innocent life, think about my life and what it stands for.

Daily, the world is overcome with one crisis after another. Who knows whether or not we've aborted a Nelson Mandela, a George Washington, Abraham Lincoln, Martin Luther King Jr. - We could very well have aborted people who had the answers to our prayers.

What if Mary had aborted Jesus? Would mankind even be here? His sacrifice made it possible for life to continue. Man was under a curse of which Jesus, with his blood and body, lifted from us. I realize there are those who will read this and have absolutely no spiritual conviction about such things. I guess I would just ask you to consider it in theory. The truth of it still stands.

Everybody counts. Yes, everybody.

God bless you and thank you for taking the time to read this. I hope it goes deeply into the recesses of your heart and brings forth love. Love for Life.

L'Chaim!  (To Life!)

Healed of Multiple Chemical Sensitivity/Fibromyalgia - God's Way Part II

I've taken my time writing the next few entries of my healing testimony for good reason. In no way do I want to leave out one detail because this is all to the glory of God. He has given me a great gift - my life. The very least I can offer in return is a heart full of gratitude and a post, worthy of  rejoicing the heart of God, Himself. Never do I want Him to ever regret He healed me.

In no way am I exalting myself or any ministry. I'm just one beggar telling another beggar where to find bread. That's all.

So let's get to the good stuff, shall we?

As I had stated in my first post, my condition was one of complete debilitation but I wasn't ready to give up the ghost just yet. I'm a fighter. Always have been - always will be. Nuff' said.

Daily I would pray and read my Bible. Well, pray isn't quite the word. Beg, plead, cry - that was more like it. I felt as though I was at my wit's end. Which is usually the place the Lord wants you to get to before He steps in to help. That's not always the case mind you, but it was for me. I was someone who always had to do it myself, find my own way, make it happen - you get the idea.

Not this time. There was no helping myself this time. I needed a miracle. I needed to be physically saved. I needed my Father. My Heavenly Father.

With that in mind, I've often thought of the following Scripture. Psalm 107: 25-31

25 For he commandeth, and raiseth the stormy wind, which lifteth up the waves thereof.

26 They mount up to the heaven, they go down again to the depths: their soul is melted because of trouble.

27 They reel to and fro, and stagger like a drunken man, and are at their wits' end.

28 Then they cry unto the LORD in their trouble, and he bringeth them out of their distresses.

29 He maketh the storm a calm, so that the waves thereof are still.

30 Then are they glad because they be quiet; so he bringeth them unto their desired haven.

31 Oh that men would praise the LORD for his goodness, and for his wonderful works to the children of men!

 

One day as I was sitting on my bed contemplating my next barrage of doses to be taken of every manner of tincture, herb, and otherwise, I heard a BOOMING voice within me. I was not expecting it and quite honestly, I looked around wondering if anyone else heard it or if I had finally just lost it.

 

The voice said, "I'm going to heal you Myself and I will not share my glory with any of it!" I knew immediately that it was the Lord. The voice came within me but outside my own thought pattern. It literally interrupted my thoughts! Not just interrupted but invaded them! That's how I knew it was the Lord. I couldn't have possibly thought of such a wonderful, majestic statement. I was too busy feeling sorry for myself.

 

Even though I was 99% convinced that it was the Lord, I wondered, "do I go ahead and take this stuff or do I not?" Well, the doubting Thomas in me won out and I took all the prescribed remedies and boy did I get sick. It literally turned my stomach for almost three days. I never took another dose of anything after that.

 

So for days I knew that somehow, someway, God was going to heal me. But how? What's He going to do?

 

All the while, I was under the care of an alternative doctor who was also a Christian. He came over one day and stood by my bed and said, "I have never seen anyone as sick as you. I've turned cancer patients around faster than this. I honestly don't think I can help you. But I have a book for you to read that I think can help you."

 

My heart sank but I accepted his sincere attempt and knew he had done all he could. I didn't really start to get excited about the book until days later.

 

Interestingly enough, the day my doctor was going to bring it over his car broke down. Then shortly after that he became, what he defined as, 'deathly' ill with some kind of flu. He was out of commission for quite some time. But I was desperate for that book!

 

Finally, I had someone go over and get it. He left it on his front porch because he was still extremely ill. Looking back on it now, I honestly believe there were dark forces that did not want me getting a hold of that book. They knew full well if I had just a hint of knowledge as to what was making me so ill, I would come busting forth with healing. They knew it and now I know it. So am I saying there were evil spirits at work? Yes, I am.

 

Strangely enough, as sick as my doctor was, his wife and kids never got it. He himself, who NEVER goes to the hospital, ended up going to the emergency room to get re-hydrated. He was THAT ill. You have to understand that this man is completely anti-western medicine. So that gives you an idea of just how bad he was.

 

Yes! The book was now in my possession and I could not wait to absolutely devour it! And I did!

 

The title of the book you ask? It's called, A More Excellent Way (Spiritual Roots of Disease - Pathways to Wholeness) by Dr. Henry Wright (Be In Health).  

 

I'm going to end here and begin a part III. I know, you're chomping at the bit, aren't you?

 

Stay tuned for part III!

 

Be blessed.

 

 

 

 

Healed of Multiple Chemical Sensitivity/Fibromyalgia - God's Way

In this post, I would like to share with you my personal healing experience. This was, for me, the most life changing, critical event to date. No one could have imagined what I was about to embark on or discover but I can honestly tell you, God is good.

All my life, I had battled a variety of minor illnesses but for the most part was fully functioning.
It was not uncommon for me to struggle with anxiety/panic attacks, digestive disorders (I could not digest meat and dairy very well), esophageal spasms, GERD, gall bladder disease (which was finally removed when I was 28), and hypoglycemia. These were the usual suspects.

But in 2002, shortly after the birth of my son, everything came crashing in. The Hypoglycemia I had developed in my pregnancy had remained. I was having constant blood sugar crashes that did not seem to get any better even though I was very strict about my diet. At this time, I also developed Fibromyalgia which was painfully debilitating. I could not stand to be touched.

Things began to get even worse when I developed food allergies. It seemed my system couldn’t handle much of anything regardless of the sugar content. I was reacting to everything. What I mean by reacting is, I would get flu like symptoms, feel weak, dizzy and always on the verge of passing out. I could not seem to maintain any kind of strength or stamina. Exhaustion plagued me and got worse with every meal.

Finally, I became completely bed-ridden and very dependent upon others to help me with my son. I honestly could do nothing. My diet consisted of only three foods; eggs, Ezekiel bread, and when I could stand it a light steamed vegetable from time to time. Any other foods would send me right to the emergency room, gasping for breath or practically passed out. There were more trips to the ER than I care to recall.

I was married at the time and we used a good portion of our savings chasing all manner of medical intervention. My primary care physician had no answers other than she thought it was all in my head. During this time, I was also under the care of an alternative doctor who suspected I had something called, Multiple Chemical Sensitivity/Environmental Illness (MCS/EI). To give this a name and to know there were others that suffered as I did, made it easier to deal with. It reaffirmed my sanity and gave me some hope of recovery.

You would think that this was as bad as it could get, but no, it was not. I then began to react to different smells such as coffee, perfume, laundry soap, and gasoline. I would almost pass out when I was in a car at a gas station. I dreaded it immensely.

This battle continued on for the better part of ten months before any solution presented itself. I was at this time, confined to my bed, weak, muscle atrophied, exhausted and depressed.

Needless to say, this condition took a toll on my relationships, finances, mental state as well as my spiritual condition.

At this time, I would like to give a clearer medical definition of MCS via Wikipedia :

The National Institute of Environmental Health Sciences (a division of the NIH) defines MCS as a "chronic, recurring disease caused by a person's inability to tolerate an environmental chemical or class of foreign chemicals".^[9] MCS has also been described as a group of "sensitivities to extraordinarily low levels of environmental chemicals" appearing "to develop de novo in some individuals following acute or chronic exposure to a wide variety of environmental agents including various pesticides, solvents, drugs, and air contaminants", including those found in sick buildings.^[10]
Environmental medicine specialists claim MCS causes negative health effects in multiple organ systems, and respiratory distress, seizures, cognitive dysfunction, heart arrhythmia, nausea, headache, and fatigue can result from exposure to levels of common chemicals that are normally deemed as safe.

In my next post, I would like to expound on the spiritual side of this journey, what I learned, and the awesome healing process that followed.


Please stay tuned!

Tots and Tirades

This post was written with parents of small children in mind. My children are now 7 & 9, but it wasn't all that long ago that I too, was at times, at the mercy of my mini-me's. :)

We've all seen it. The in public, OMG, this kid is having a total meltdown, scenario. At first you look on in horror and empathy for the parents and then you look away thinking you might be able to help them save face if you act like you didn't see anything. That's of course, if you're a parent. Some people who either have no children, or were blessed with other worldly angelic offspring, often look at the parents with utter contempt and disgust.

There are times when we observe the behavior of our own children and wonder, "where did we go wrong?" How could we have possibly reproduced children that display such anarchy? Then we begin to blame our spouse and their genetics vowing that it couldn't possibly have derived from our side of the family.

Either way you want to slice the DNA, these little people are a unique blend of both willing contributors.  Uncensored, unfiltered, unadulterated little pieces of our combined DNA, flopping around, sassing, screaming and wreaking havoc! All hail the power of reproduction!!

It almost seems as if these kids are heck bent on destroying the last bit of sanity and dignity their parents may possibly possess.

Case in point, as I was in the grocery store the other day, I watched this poor couple put their children in one of those over-sized, kid loving, parent hating, monstrosities of a cart. The one with the pretend car attached to the front. This thing almost demands a license to operate. Taking a corner too sharp could clear a lower shelf full of product, very quickly and with very little effort. Especially if there are little hands and arms waiving out of it from the lower compartment. It's the cart guaranteed to intimidate all other shoppers.

Anyway, these parents got about half way into the store and both of their toddlers had the much feared, complete total meltdown. Their piercing screams reverberated through our very beings. The children then began falling sideways out of the cart and sliding onto the floor. They were NOT going to have any part of shopping that day!

As the situation often goes, they took the kids out of the cart, looking defeated and left the store. People around me were making comments. Mostly negative, of course. My heart went out to them because it was evident that they felt like failures as parents. The looks of disdain from those around them, I'm sure did not help the situation.

What we fail to understand is that these children are merely displaying what we ourselves often experience on the inside. They have not yet mastered the art self control. As a matter of fact, there are several adults I know that have not yet mastered the art of self control!

Incidentally, my youngest was notorious for throwing herself around and whining incessantly. One day I said to her, "what if I did that?" Then I would begin to act like her. She would then crack up laughing and realize how ridiculous it was.

So the next time you see a tot in a tirade, have some mercy on the parents. And parents remember, this too shall pass. If guided correctly, they will learn self control and discipline. Reason does eventually cross paths with behavior resulting in peaceful cohabitation.

Hang in there. It really does get better!

    © 2012 Gina Spindler