How to Receive From God What You Don't Want

Dear reader, 

This letter might be hard to digest. I’m warning you ahead of time that it may discuss sensitive topics. If you are alright with that, please continue. 

October 16-18, 2020 was a very important weekend for me. 

Many things happened that I still can’t fully put into words. 

I met with The Holy Spirit for the first time. 

I connected with God’s people in such a deep and personal way.

I stayed up all night worshipping and praying. 

I had what I have to believe was a vision from The Father. 

And last but not least I believe I was healed from a disease that I had wrestled with my whole life.

All of this was packed into the weekend of training I experienced before leaving to go overseas. 

I can think of so many conversations I had with my friends and family after this weekend. 

“Yikes, that happened?”

“No way. That doesn’t happen anymore.”

“You were duped. I’m sorry man.” 

“That’s impossible.” 

“You’re pentecostal now?”

“Dude, you were in a cult.” (Yes. This was brought up.)

“That could happen…” 

What a confusing time in my life. I must admit I was so perplexed by all the people I cherished deeply telling me what God didn’t do that weekend. That it was all hyper-emotional, and untrue.

Being two years removed from this weekend I can look back with sincerity and say clearly “Some of it was real. Some of it I don’t think was.”

God broke down a lot of walls I had built up against Him. He used that weekend and a lot of loving people to genuinely place my faith up against God’s word and Spirit and see if it would hold up. Not to say my Spider senses weren’t tingling all weekend long. But I was trained and taught growing up that anything that doesn’t seem right isn’t. So disregard it and move on. 

That brings me to February 13th, 2023. A day I do my best to forget, but I can’t seem to block it out completely, and I’ve finally come to know why. 

One of the gifts that I believe God gave me that weekend back in October He took away. 

My healing of Celiac. 

Before we go further, I want to stress the fact that I believe 100% I was healed. When I was first diagnosed at age 11 or 12 I was asymptomatic. (I had no symptoms) Even my parents did my blood testing again and an internal scope to make sure there wasn’t a mistake made.

As the years went by I became to understand the symptoms. Even the smallest amount of gluten could affect my entire weekend (if you know you know). I had to bend the remainder of my life to this disease and it would have lasting effects. It is an autoimmune disease as well. So there is even more of a lasting effect it can have on anyone. 

That day in October I can’t explain it accurately. 

The amount of joy, peace, and excitement that God could take away this ailment from me, I wanted to run around and heal everyone God wanted to heal. I have without a shadow of a doubt that it wasn’t an emotional high or oggy boogey stuff. I asked God for healing, and he provided. Plain and simple. All throughout scripture that happened.

From that day forward I was quick to share this story. The day I experienced a miracle. 

I wanted to make sure I didn’t take it for granted, being able to eat so many different things now, I really began to thank God more thoroughly for the food I was eating. It might seem silly, but this was one of the greatest events that had ever happened to me. 

Back to February 13th. What a bittersweet day. 

That day I experienced some serious pain in my abdomen. I looked back at the past few months and realized that I had been getting sick very frequently. I knew I needed to go to God and ask Him about it.    

I did my best to humble myself so I was willing to hear whatever God wanted to say. I got quiet as I entered the throne room and wasn’t prepared to hear this. 

“I did heal you. For a season. I am taking it away. Not because you did anything wrong, but because you don’t need it anymore. You have Celiac once again.”  

As you can imagine that wasn’t the easiest conversation. I wanted to argue with God, but I couldn’t find any justification. He is my creator, who am I to doubt His reasoning and His timing?

I rested throughout the morning thinking about what was said. 

Job 1:21 rang true to me that day. 

“And he said, “Naked I came from my mother's womb, and naked I shall return. The Lord gave, and the Lord has taken away; blessed be the name of the lord.” 

Being healed for those two years or so was one of the greatest blessings I can tangibly recall. It affected my everyday life, and now that it's gone I can still praise His name for His goodness and grace in taking it away. 

Who am I to get upset? 

He blessed me beyond anything I thought was possible, and now I know that He does still heal people, I’ve experienced it myself and I’ve seen others receive healing as well. 

God is our healer. He can give it and take it away. He knows what we need to praise Him in the most effective manner. I look to Him as my healer more than I ever have. 

I encourage you to view Him as the Great Physician as I do now. Maybe you need to experience healing, we all do in some shape or form. God promises to heal, but that doesn’t mean it will look the way you desire it. Submit to his version of healing, there you will receive eternal peace. 

Sincerely your Renewed Celiac Pal,

-Mitchell