God said, "You don’t want my blessing... too bad...I’m going to give it to you anyway."

I want to let you know how your ministry impacted me when you last spoke at my church. It’s a while ago now but I have always regretted that I was not able to at least say thanks after the service, so here I am, thought I’d just let you know what happened to me that day as you spoke and the great blessing that I received.
 
I’ll start with the back story. I was in my mid-twenties when I started to wake at night and have these horrible episodes where my heart would begin to race for no reason and something beneath my chest would churn like a ball, my face and limbs would go numb and tingly, then I would start to shake through. Each time it happened I thought I was dying, or about to die. I was hospitalised twice after several tests. Even though they saw something was clearly wrong,  they didn’t know what it was or how to fix it and so they sent me home to see how it would develop. Needless to say, the episodes kept happening.
 
That day at the church, I must admit I was skeptical of what you were saying about blessings. I was put well out of my comfort zone when you asked us to bless the person behind, and then when you asked us to raise our hands to receive the ’Father’s Blessing,’ I might have squirmed. But I did it anyway – everyone else was, so I raised my arms for the first time in church.
 
I think you were about one sentence into the Father’s Blessing when I felt something begin to happen. Firstly there was an emotional response that came out of nowhere, my eyes started welling up. I did not like the fact that I could not stop crying, I tried to of course, telling myself to stop being such a sook, but could not. At this point an anxiety attack came out of nowhere, strong as i’d ever felt it and too sudden, and this had never happened. I had never experienced one during the day, always only at night. And I was thinking to myself, ‘Oh no. This is not good.’ I was really scared and hoping you would stop talking so it would go away.’  But just then, I felt something very palpable, something very ‘wave-like’ hit me and moved right through me from front to back. That churning ball of whatever it was inside dissolved instantly – gone without a trace. In fact, the scary thing is that it flared up almost as if it knew what was about to happen and sought to resist, but was destroyed anyway, and with such ease by this force.
I was left standing there stunned and largely bewildered. I turned to the lady standing behind me at the close of the service (The one who blessed me) and said, ‘Did you feel that?’
She said, ‘Yeah, that was great, I really needed to hear that right now.’ And I said, ‘No, but did you feel it?’
She smiled and asked what happened. I told her what I experienced, that it felt like something passed through me and did something. I still wasn’t sure what at that point. I know now that it was the Spirit of God healing me because I have not had one of those attacks since that day. They stopped overnight. And that was over a year ago.
 
So, I just want to say a big thank you. Because of your ministry, courage and faith I was healed. I am clearly a believer in blessings now. 😊 I often wonder why God would have done what he did for me that day, given my poor attitude. I was the least deserving person in the entire congregation. But it was like God said, "You don’t want my blessing... too bad...I’m going to give it to you anyway. Here it is."
Rachel