The Holy Ghost Said!
Plead The Blood Covenant
While I was attending Rhema Bible Training Center, Libby and I got sick with food poisoning one Saturday. I had purchased two packs of sliced ham on sale at the grocery store. When I purchased them, I felt of the ham and thought that the cooler wasn't very cool, especially for holding ham. I really think that it was the Holy Spirit prompting me to recognize that something was wrong and that I shouldn't buy the ham, but I didn't listen. We ate ham sandwiches for lunch that day and by late in the afternoon, we were already getting sick. We prayed together about it and thought it would go away but it didn't. We both went to bed early feeling too sick to stay up until our normal bedtime.
Just before midnight, I woke up feeling even worse than when I went to bed. I thought to myself, "Something is wrong and my faith isn't working. I had better get a hold of God and find out what to do." I got up and went into the living room to pray and seek God about the situation. As I prayed about what to do, I heard the Holy Spirit say, "Plead the Blood Covenant." I knew that he was saying for me to command the sickness to leave because that I was in a blood covenant relationship with God. He can place a demand on anything that I have, and likewise I can place a demand on anything that he has. I was in a covenant with God, not just for myself, but my whole house came under that covenant. I spoke to the sickness and commanded it to go and claimed my covenant benefits. Jesus bore my sicknesses and diseases so that I wouldn't have to. I called healing to spring forth in my body and my wife's body. When I finished praying, I knew that I had my answer.
No sooner than I had finished praying, I heard a thud sound from down the hall. I went to see what caused it and found Libby lying in the bathroom floor. She had gone to the bathroom and had passed out. She was lying there with her eyes wide open and fixed. I got her up and before I could get her back to bed, she passed out again. I finally got her back into bed and I told her what I had been doing. That I had heard from God and we would be okay in the morning. I told her that we would get up feeling fine and make it to church on time. We did get up fine the next morning, made it to church on time, and had a good day.
When I've told this story, the Holy Spirit has always prompted me to tell people that there are times when you must know that you have heard from God, or be calling for an ambulance. God only honors faith and not presumption so if you confuse the two, it can cost you your life. God had rather you call an ambulance and live than die in presumption.