And the prayer of faith shall save the sick, and the Lord shall raise him up; and if he have committed sins, they shall be forgiven him. — JAMES 5:15

As this dear woman started to speak, I interrupted her, saying, “Wait a minute, sister; don’t say a word.” I realized later on that I was inspired by the Spirit of God to say what I did. I said, “I know you’re hurting worse than you were when I came through this door a few seconds ago. [I don’t know how I knew that. It surprised me that I said it.] But Jesus said, ‘If you ask anything in My Name, I’ll do it.’ So He has done it. The next time I see you, you’ll tell me it’s so. Goodbye.”

I hurried out, slamming the door behind me. I ran up the alley, across the street, and went in the side door of the church. I looked at my watch and it was exactly time to start church. I went to the pulpit and started the service. I said, “Let’s have three testimonies before we begin the message.” Three people stood up. Later, just as the third one was testifying, the front doors of the church burst open. This woman I had just prayed for came walking in! She walked down the aisle, picked up the microphone, and said, “Brother Hagin, it was just like you said. You hadn’t been gone ten minutes when every pain left. I just got up and came to church.”

And she was healed from then on. That chronic condition she’d had for four years was gone. The power of God had often come upon her and shook her until her bed rattled, but no real and final healing took place until something happened that released her faith.

Confession: I release my faith. I believe God’s Word, and I put it first place in my life.