Hebrews 5:7 says, “In the days of His flesh Jesus offered up definite, special petitions and supplications with strong crying and tears to Him who was able to save Him from death, and He was heard because of His reverence toward God.”
Can you just… love her?
My daughter, Kelsi, aged 28, has several mental health diagnoses. They include Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder (OCD), Attention Deficit-Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD) and Pervasive Developmental Disorder, Not Otherwise Specified (PDD-NOS) which is within the autism spectrum category. She also has several other cognitive impairments yet is tremendously gifted to hear God. She was first diagnosed at age five. At that time I heard the voice of God. He asked, “Can you just…love her?” I titled my memoir with these words (You may download a free chapter of my book from my website at www.kathibasehore.com).
Kelsi and I have grown and changed through multiple sessions of deliverance and inner healing over the years. There are many layers in this supernatural process which lead to character change and growth. God is absolutely faithful in this. Here is one lesson He taught me.
Kelsi’s OCD began to escalate. Thoughts assailed her and emotional meltdowns were frequent and intense. Certain words triggered her to severe self abuse and medications were not helpful. I felt pushed to my emotional limits. I went outside and began to pray and petition God.
I started with praise
I started with praise, extolling God for who He is.
I made declarations about my daughter from the Word of God. My prayers grew broader until I was praying for many other broken ones. As I continued to pray my voice got louder and I began to shout Psalm 27:13, “I will see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living!” I exalted the name of Jesus and made a demand on Heaven for Kelsi and many others. I yelled until I had to stop to begin my work day as a psychologist.
That night I went to bed but awoke around 2 am. I began to pray again, but without words. My despair was great. When I finally fell back asleep I had a dream.
A man stood before me on a bus which was filled with people. I recognized him as someone I had worked with many years previously. His name was Art and he happened to look and sound like a jolly Santa Claus.
“How often do you pray like that?” He demanded of me with a sharp look in His eyes. “Shouting!?” He added. I put my head in my hands, knowing that everyone on the bus would now know I had been shouting in prayer to God the day before. “Never,” I sadly admitted. I woke up.
The dream impacted me greatly
I knew it was a God encounter. What was Art’s last name, I questioned. Was it something like Hey or Hay? Then it hit me. His last name was actually High.
Art High, God, let me know that I needed to shout and demand more in prayer. I was reminded of the scripture, above. I prayed like Jesus did when He walked this earth. Jesus still lives to make intercession for us. I now live so He can do this through me.
Be ready to do some shouting in prayer because some wounded ones will be coming to you. Some levels of brokenness require shouting.
Keep expecting breakthrough!
This article was written by Kathi Basehore.