Healing Is My Portion Quotes

believe You’re my healer. I believe You are all I need. I believe You’re my portion. I believe You’re more than enough for me. Jesus You’re all I need. So I stood there with tears, hands raised, trusting Jesus to be enough. As I reduce, He is enough. As I simplify, He is enough. He is my portion where food and clothes and comfort fall woefully short. He can heal me from greed and excess, materialism and pride, selfishness and envy. While my earthly treasures and creature comforts will fail me, Jesus is more than enough. In my privileged world where “need” and “want” have become indistinguishable, my only true requirement is the sweet presence of Jesus. So I wrote my offering on an index card and left it: “All of me.

I am seated in heavenly places in Christ Jesus. I have been delivered by the power in His name, the power of the Blood. God has shown Himself mighty on my behalf; no evil befalls me. I am victorious in Christ Jesus – I am the beloved of the Lord. I walk in love, I walk in His light. My path is set in the brightness of the lamp, and I will not stumble. My eyes behold the sun, and the Sun of righteousness arises over my household with healing in His wings. I am redeemed from affliction, depression, grief, ailments, sicknesses, diseases, death, and destruction. I have life eternal, I have life abundant, I have peace with God, and my ways are pleasing to Him. I am favoured by God; I break through on every side, and I am not restrained by any force. My days are prolonged. The pleasure of the Lord will prosper in my hand. I have my portion with the great and my share of the spoil with the strong. I walk about in His name. This is my season of possibilities, in Jesus’ name. I believe and I say amen.

I replied that I did not quite know what my ailment had been, but that I had certainly suffered a good deal especially in mind. Further, on this subject, I did not consider it advisable to dwell, for the details of what I had undergone belonged to a portion of my existence in which I never expected my godmother to take a share. Into what a new region would such a confidence have led that hale, serene nature! The difference between her and me might be figured by that between the stately ship cruising safe on smooth seas, with its full complement of crew, a captain gay and brave, and venturous and provident; and the life-boat, which most days of the year lies dry and solitary in an old, dark boat-house, only putting to sea when the billows run high in rough weather, when cloud encounters water, when danger and death divide between them the rule of the great deep. No, the "Louisa Bretton" never was out of harbour on such a night, and in such a scene: her crew could not conceive it; so the half-drowned life-boat man keeps his own counsel, and spins no yarns.

I am in no rush. Let Life happen to me just as Life has planned. Because at the end of the day, when the sun sets there is always a horizon somewhere waiting to call forth another sun, in a paradox of Time. Because at the end of each chapter, the story walks towards its culmination. But just like it is not in the setting or rising of the sun but in the sunshine that one basks, just like it is not the finishing line but the voyage through the storyline where one finds the true understanding of the book, Life is about exploring the voyage all the while knowing full well that each chapter shall find its beginning middle and end just how it's meant to be. It is about the truth that Life is but a dream in Time's illusion and the only sharp truth is to love and be loved, and through that assemble moments in Time that smile beyond Time, to make a garden of experiences through lessons and understandings that Life puts at our journey only to walk us closer to our destination. It is not about the destination rather about the journey, and perhaps about who we share the journey with at each crossroad. And no matter how Time walks by, until and unless we cross all the alleys along the way, until and unless we climb up the peak bit by bit, we cannot reach that destination where we belong. But if we tread along the mountain peak or a winding alley soaking in all the freshness of the air enjoying the crispness of our walk, the journey becomes even more enriching not just to our soul but to all of our senses and our very heart. While if we try to run along the way, we might actually topple down a bad turn, taking in a scar that might demand another cup of our soul's portion to heal. Such is Life. A journey that takes smiles and tears, a voyage that bathes in hope and hopelessness, but in all of it, it never stays stagnant, always tiptoeing to exactly where we are meant to be, at any point of our journey. So when something seems to go stagnant or few things make no sense, I tell myself to pause and pat my soul acknowledging each and every decision or detour of mine as part and parcel of Life's plan. I close my eyes and breathe in the freshness of air that flows in every part of my soul to know, to feel alive to all that this journey has shared with me, while believing in the grace and magnanimity of Time who takes Time but eventually shows and leads us to where we belong. And I hear my heart smiling, Let Life happen to me just as Life has planned. I am in no rush.

My strength in prayer these days is scant—I’ll confess that. So for all the concentration I can muster in prayer, I must not dissipate it in seeking physical blessings only. Rather, I must spend a good portion of it seeking spiritual growth and praying for Christ’s kingdom to go forth into this dark world. For such prayers are a way for me to know God and to know Him deeper, higher, richer, wider, and fuller—much fuller than if I comfortably cruised through life in my wheelchair.

With a break in the mother-child bond among siblings, each child might express his or her disconnection with the mother differently. One child might become a people pleaser, fearing that if he’s not good, or he makes waves, he’ll lose connection with people. Another child, believing that connection is never hers to have in the first place, might become argumentative and create conflict to push away the people close to her. Another child might isolate and have little contact with people at all. I’ve noticed that if several siblings have breaks in the mother-child bond, they’ll often express anger or jealousy, or feel disconnected from one another. For example, an older child might resent the child born later, perceiving that the younger child received the love that he or she did not get. Because the hippocampus—that part of the brain involved in creating memories—isn’t fully operational until after the age of two, the older child may not consciously remember being held, fed, or cuddled by the mother, but remembers the younger child receiving their mother’s love. In response, the older child, feeling slighted, can unconsciously blame the younger child for getting what he or she did not. And then, of course, there are some children who don’t seem to carry any family trauma at all. For these children, it’s quite possible that a successful bond was established with the mother and/or father, and this connection helped to immunize the child from carrying entanglements from the past. Perhaps a window of time opened in which the mother was able to give more to one particular child and not the others. Perhaps the parents’ relationship improved. Perhaps the mother experienced a special connection with one child, but couldn’t connect deeply with the others. Younger children often, though not always, seem to do a bit better than first children, or only children, who seem to carry a bigger portion of unfinished business from the family history. When it comes to siblings and inherited family trauma, there are no hard and fast rules governing how each child is affected. Many variables, in addition to birth order and gender, can influence the choices siblings make and the lives they lead. Even though it may appear from the outside that one sibling is unscathed by trauma, while another is encumbered, my clinical experience gives me a different perspective: Most of us carry at least some residue from our family history. However, many intangibles also enter into the equation and can influence how deeply entrenched family traumas remain. These intangibles include self-awareness, the ability to self-soothe, and having a powerful internal healing experience.

wildflower pressed into the page reading “Tintern Abbey.” Jerry had marked a passage: If solitude, or fear, or pain, or grief, Should be thy portion, with what healing thoughts Of tender joy wilt thou remember me, And these my exhortations! Nor, perchance

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Quiet your mind through prayer and meditation Scripture admonishes us to meditate day and night on God’s Word. It brings physical, emotional, and spiritual healing and peace to our minds. When thoughts are racing in my head and I cannot sleep, I will often focus on a portion of Scripture or on the name of Jesus. Meditation allows us to just be in the moment with God. It stops everything else and brings attention to the here and now. It makes us aware of His presence.

Despite all my positive engagements with life, despite the love and joy and immense good fortune that have also been my portion, that self-directed hopelessness was an ever-lurking shadow, ready to obliterate the light whenever I experienced a setback or a discouragement, and even in innocent, unguarded moments. The mental prison camp Bessel identified was built and fenced in by the meaning my infant mind had forged from events that were painful and frightening and far beyond my control—not just by the events themselves. That meaning, the never-ending story whose moral is “I am a damaged being, beyond all hope of healing,” has frequently colored my subjective experience of life, regardless of external factors and regardless of all I’ve witnessed and learned to the contrary, even in defiance of my core values and convictions about humanity.

3. Healed and Renewed Every Day Today, I bring every pain and infirmity in my spirit, soul, and body to judgment by the blood of Jesus Christ. I announce before heaven and earth today that I am healed through the blood of Jesus. I declare that through the blood, God heals and renews my body every day. Sickness and afflictions are not my portion, in the name of Jesus Christ. 1 Peter 2:24 - Who Himself bore our sins in His own body on the tree, that we, having died to sin, might live for righteousness—by whose stripes you were healed.

Oftentimes we journey through life aspiring to desire more, but past traumas, self-unforgiveness, and self-sabotage can hinder our progress! Hopefully this prayer will initiate the healing process, freeing you to receive all the blessings God has in store for you. Let’s pray: Prayer for Self-Forgiveness “God of mercy and restoration, I come not to hide, but to heal. I lay down every regret, every harsh word I’ve spoken to myself, every moment I’ve replayed in shame. You are not the voice of condemnation—you are the whisper of redemption.Today, I choose to agree with heaven. I release myself from the weight of perfection and receive the gift of grace. I am not defined by my past—I am refined by Your presence. Teach me to see myself through Your eyes: loved, chosen, and still becoming. I forgive myself, not because I deserve it, but because You declared it. And Your word is final. Amen.” Affirmations for Self-Forgiveness You can speak these aloud or write them in your journal. “I am not my mistake—I am God’s masterpiece in motion.” “I release the need to punish myself. Grace is my portion.” “My past is a classroom, not a prison.” “I forgive myself because heaven already has.” “I am worthy of love, even from me.” “I walk in divine compassion, starting with myself.” “I am becoming, and that is holy.” I pray this helps you. You deserve so much more than you’ve been through. Don’t miss your moment. God loves you!

Lord Jesus, I repent for my unbelief, my hard-heartedness, my stubbornness, my chronic failure to obey. For having allowed myself to be deceived by sin. I’m so sorry. Please forgive me. Forgive any remnant of unbelief. Help me move from belief that to belief in. Please give me the gift of faith. Give me a double portion of faith. I want an Abraham kind of faith that hopes against hope. That believes in Your ability and desire to speak that which is not as though it is. Father, You have rescued me from the kingdom of darkness and transferred me into the kingdom of the Son of Your love, and yet I don’t live that way I’m sorry for trusting more in the power of the enemy than in Your power and authority. I’m sorry I haven’t done what You said to do But I want to With all that I am, I want to I want a Hebrews 11 kind of faith. The kind that pleases You and that You write about. Holy Spirit, come fill me now with faith. Father, in my weakness I have chosen unbelief because it’s easier. Because it requires nothing Forgive me Help my unbelief Lord, my enemy is fear So, in agreement with Your Word, I rebuke, bind, cast down, reject, and repel the spirit of fear in my life now and forever. Get out! Go! I’m calling you out. You must flee now in the name of Jesus. And where there is a generational curse of fear passed to me by my ancestors, I break that curse in the name and by the blood of Jesus. I proclaim that Jesus has given me—past tense—a spirit of power, love, and a sound mind. I receive the Holy Spirit now and release Him to abound and grow in my life. Father, please show me as we walk out of here any place where I am encouraging my own faithlessness. Please show me any door of unbelief. Please show me any wound of my past or experience that is limiting or hindering my deeper faith in You Father, please reveal what is hidden in me that limits me or causes me to be fearful or unbelieving Lastly, I thank You for the gift of faith, and I receive it. I open my eyes, my ears, my head, and especially my heart to faith. Father, I believe. I believe in You, in all You did, and all You said to do. And from this day forward, I have a God kind of faith that obeys—that preaches the kingdom, heals the sick, casts out demons, cleanses the lepers, and raises the dead In Jesus’ name

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