Some strangers were let into the locked area of the hospital, together with the security. Where had they come from? They wanted to pray with me. Why me, an atheist?
I felt very out of place. Inside me there was inexpressible turmoil, but in the room I was in there was a new feeling - a feeling of peace. But I couldn't fit it together, I could not work out what these people were saying. They were talking very calmly about Jesus, and about Jesus having the power to heal. I could not take all the words in, they were an invasion into my isolation.
They stood around me; one had their hand on my head, another on my shoulder, and then one just spoke a simple sentence. "Lord Jesus, please heal this girl's mind." They were talking to God. It was all very new and strange. I wondered what they would say next. I heard a click in my head and they heard it too; I don't know if the security did, though. Something in me was being moved towards an encounter with light. I was face to face with light. I was being held within it. I knew it to be creative and positive, loving and so peaceful - totally the opposite of the darkness I'd just left. I was completely enveloped by it, unaware of anything else. Aware only of the presence of Jesus.
They stopped praying. I was stunned. I saw so clearly that I'd been ill, that for years I'd existed in a hell of mental illness. Now I was cured, suddenly, miraculously, in a space of a few moments. I couldn't put words to what had actually taken place, but I knew, I understood, and above all there was hope now. I realized how far my life had been from normal.
For the next few days I moved around in a peaceful haze, stunned, trying to adjust to my new awareness of life, my freedom from mental confusion and torment.
I wasn't particularly joyful, I still had too many problems for that perhaps, but I had hope. Something was still not right though. One night at 3 AM., suddenly I realized that even though I had met God, that He had healed me, God was still on the outside. I asked Jesus into my life. I wanted Him on the inside. I talked simply to Jesus, telling Him that I believed in Him, and wanted to follow Him, so please would He come into my life and put right whatever was wrong. I told Him I needed to know that He was with me and was going to guide me. Then I became aware of His presence. The knowledge that He was willing to know me and be with me - even though I was such a wreck, such a mess - overwhelmed me. I knew that I would not be in hospital for life, as the consultant has said. I knew the sick would be made whole. I knew that Jesus cared, that He was giving my life a new direction. I wasn't alone any more. The pressure had lifted, I was now Free To Live.
But of course it does not end there. There is such a need in the world, and often when people read my book, they will contact me. This results in one of two things; Either an invitation to go and speak at their church, fellowship, prisons, clubs, etc. of which I have traveled to various of these places around the nation, or some need more individual Ministry which I do here in my home.
The Lord has given me the gift of discernment, which he uses to get to the root cause of people's problems, hence I am used in a deliverance ministry. Many who contact are physically sick, and I have been used as a channel of God's healing power.
Through many discussions with the people who contact it is evident that they are not Christians, and I always give them the Gospel, to which many have responded.
This is a serious Ministry, and I am aware of the front-line warfare aspect, therefore, it is essential for this Ministry to be rooted in Prayer. There are also over 200 prayer Partners around the world who have committed themselves to pray for this ministry.
I am a member of the Anglican Church in Oakington, Cambridgeshire, England, UK, where my husband is the Ordained Minister, so with the Blessing of my husband, I am obedient to God's call to "go out into all the world, preach the Gospel, heal the sick, and cast out demons"(Mark 16:15). Due to the many people who contacted me wanting Ministry, it was decided to put a Celebration of Prayer and Worship here in Oakington once a month.
In 1995 we also started a monthly Celebration in Leicester (70 miles away). This has been productive and we are responding to the call "To expand our tents" (Isaiah 54:2) even further.