I was once considered disabled. I once had brain damage. I once died and went to heaven. I once could not walk and would often pass out from pain so severe that I would spend weeks stuck on the floor. I would sleep with my cell phone just to be able to call work to tell them I couldn't walk. This is the period of my life where I did no formal ministry. It was a period of my life where at the time I didn't understand what God was doing but I see now the Lord was allowing me to come against some of the worst demonic powers that cause sickness so that I could take new ground for the kingdom. The last fight I had with the enemy in this regard was when God healed my back at the Citadel Church in 2008. I had not been able to walk without pain for ten years. I had a bulging disk and it felt like a knife in my hips and my legs. I wore a piece of elastic around my hips to hold me together. I was healed and I went jogging for the first time in ten years.

I will tell you I learned that the enemy always tries to return with affliction. One night I was awoken by a demon harassing me. I have always been able to see into the spirit and I could see this particular demon was dressed in military like gear. However, everything he had on him were gadgets to cause pain and torture people. I got up out of my bed and I walked right up to the demon and I looked him straight in the eyes. I could see evil as he attempted to distort his face to try and intimidate me and I could feel the fear he attempted to attack me with. But by this time I had fought this demon far too long and I had had enough! I spoke these words at the top of my lungs and with a fire I am sure he will never forget! "I have been giving all authority to trample on snakes and scorpions, all power over the power of the enemy!" I declare that no weapon formed against me shall prosper. I take that authority right now and I rebuke you and command you to go in the name of Jesus and I declare you cannot return! He has never messed with me again!

That was the end of the battle, but my fight began in 2000. I was heartbroken, I was unemployed, and my house was hit by lightening which damaged my phone line and then all my communication was cut off from friends. I was alone and hurting. I had once been on fire for the Lord and although I loved Him deeply I couldn't break through the warfare and my broken heart. I had a great heaviness over me and I didn't understand why I could not break through it.

I remember telling someone that I felt something was about to happen at the end of February, I thought it was something good that was about to happen. But then on February 29, 2000 I was on my way to pick up a friend to take her to work. It was very early and no one was on the road. I was traveling down a four lane highway, two lanes going my direction, two lanes going the opposite direction. I was traveling south in my far right hand lane and approaching a green light. Just before I came to the light a pickup truck coming from the opposite direction, in his far right hand lane, suddenly turned and drove across all the lanes including a turn lane and stopped in front of my car. In seconds, my car hit his. My head hit the window and I was knocked out. When I came to I realized my car keys had gone into my right knee, I could feel blood dripping down my head but I didn't realize I was bleeding internally. I then noticed the massive pain in my left arm. It had been completely shattered into a zillion pieces and I couldn't move it. It was the air bag that had shattered it.

Next I remember someone opening my door and I handed him my cell phone to call my mom. I felt the presence of the Holy Spirit so strong even while I was screaming in pain. I knew He was right there with me. The ambulance finally came and they could not get me out of my car so I had to climb out myself. This was after they took my shattered arm and pulled it out straight to the side, as I screamed in pain, then they had to put it to my side again so I would fit into the ambulance. The medic noted that my bone had broken through my skin not because that was what happened but because after moving my arm around it appeared that it would.

Once inside the ambulance I remember praying in tongues out loud and telling the fireman about Jesus. They gave me medicine for the pain but it did nothing and I had to remain awake for the visit to the hospital. When we reached the hospital and they took my x-rays I joked with the doctors and had them laughing so hard that when I did leave the entire staff saw me off to Harborview where I would then eventually undergo three surgeries to attempt to save my arm. I have always found that laughing is key to making it through any crisis in life, especially when you are the one in the crisis. My parents had met up with me by then and stood praying and I asked my stepdad to speak the word over me to quiet my heart.

I don't have much memory after that, until I woke up in the hospital after a few days. This is when I was told I was disabled, that my funny bone or ulner nerve had been cut in half and that I would never use my arm again. But it was also when God spoke and what He said made what man said irrelevant. That day when they were to diagnose me as disabled I could do everything they said was impossible. See they saw for six hours during surgery that my nerve was cut in half. It is documented on paperwork I have to this day. Without that nerve you cannot operate your hand or arm and nerves do not medically regenerate. Small ones can find new paths, but large ones like that do not heal. But God actually healed mine. That was the day that eight surgeon's surrounded my bed and saw a miracle. One doctor jumped back and his jaw dropped. To this day if I go into the hospital the doctors are amazed because my healing is a documented one. What I can do today is medically impossible. However, at the time even though they said that a miracle had taken place my arm would still be stuck in the bent position due to the trauma I had gone through. This was a healing I had to believe for and let me tell you, not everyone believed. I had one friend tell me that she did not think God would heal me. I was abandoned by most of my friends at this point in my life. I learned to do things with one hand and I learned to live by faith.

Every week I would go to my therapy appointments and I would fight for use of my arm. I fought for the use of my hand. I learned how to use my fingers again and I built strength up in my hand so I could hold things. I did all of this while believing God for a miracle. They would make molds to stretch my arm out at night and by the time I would go to bed my arm would be straighter than the mold...God was doing a miracle.

I had to undergo two more surgeries and repeat the therapy process. Prior to the last surgery I had, the pins had shot through my wrist and skin from the inside and were infected, this was an "accident" that happened during therapy - they were not suppose to do that. I had to live for awhile with these pins or metal rods sticking out of my wrist and it wasn't until a surgeon had seen my wrist by mistake that he demanded I get into surgery because it was apparent I was close to losing my hand from the infection.

It was after this last surgery that I died. I had spent the night in the hospital and was fine, but when I went home the next day I was lying in my bed at night and I stopped breathing. I will share with you my experience...

I was staying with my pastors at the time. And I was in an upper room in their home. It was night time and I was attempting to sleep even though the fifteen pins and screws and the two plates in my arm were cutting into me like a million knives. But as I lay there in an instant I suddenly stopped breathing. I instantly left my body and I looked at myself lying in the bed. Then in yet another instant I was in heaven. It was a familiar setting as I had visited once when I was 16 and had a very long experience of being taken around heaven and shown things and experienced many things. The gate that is made of one pearl was there but this time there was no one with me, no one holding me back from going all the way inside. It was bright, white and the farther I got to the gate entrance the brighter it got. I was filled with such an amazing peace that I cannot put it into words. I had no pain, no cares anymore, and no worries; just peace. It was the presence of the Lord. And He welcomed me with open arms. I was home and I never even thought about earth. I was just happy to be home. I then saw my grandmother standing there a little ways away, along with my friend John who died in 1998. They stood there in expectation waiting to greet me.

Then suddenly it hit me. I don't know if it was the Lord who revealed it or why I noticed it. But it seemed heaven was way too empty. I felt the heartbreak of the Lord for the missing people. Then the Lord asked me, "Aimee, are you ready to come home?" I looked at Him and although I really didn't want to leave I replied, "No Lord, not everyone knows you. I need to go back and tell them that they can know you." Instantly, just as fast as I had left I found myself back in my bed coughing and gasping for air. The Lord had granted my request and I was sent back to share the gospel with this world and to tell everyone how to know Him intimately. Heaven is far too empty! It is because of this experience that to this day I know my purpose on this earth is to let people know about the Lord, that they can really know Him not just about Him.

The following months were filled with more pain and struggle. One especially painful night I thought my youth pastor had come into the room and gave me some things to eat. He told me it would make the pain go away. I took it and then mentioned it to my pastors in the morning to thank him. Their reply was that no one had entered my room. No one had been at the house and the youth pastor hadn't even visited. I believe it was an angel that was taking care of me but because I thought it was the youth pastor I didn't question it. I believe that is why I saw the healing in my body so quickly because I was being ministered to.

The other thing that made my recovery difficult was that I had lost a lot of blood during my surgeries so my energy was low. In fact, at one point I had a doctor and nurse arguing over me about whether or not to do a blood transfusion. I had been asleep but woke up and at the time really had no clue what they were talking about. But I opened my mouth and said, "Do we have to do it now?" They replied, "No." Then I asked, "Can you do it later if we need to?" And they replied, "Yes." So then I told them, "Then let's not do it if we don't have to." The nurse proclaimed. "The patient has spoken!" This kept me from having to have a blood transfusion and the miracle about that was shortly after it was released in the news that the blood had been contaminated with the aids virus. So once again, God saved my life this time by keeping me from that transfusion.

The road of recovery was long. Living by faith that God is going to heal you is a difficult one, especially when you are facing facts that contradict what you see. I remember sitting in my attorney's office and finding out I may not get a whole lot of anything back financially from my accident. At the time, the only thing I knew was computers. But with only one hand there would be no way I could do an office job. I had no clue how I was going to support myself. I knew my heart was for ministry but I also knew that was not happening anytime soon. I sat in my attorney's office and they said to me, "Well consider yourself lucky, we have had clients who have had total permanent brain damage and cannot function from accidents that were not their fault and not get a penny."

I walked out of the office that day feeling very helpless at very least. What is interesting is that during my recovery I received more prophetic words for ministry than I ever had before. So God was not silent. He spoke loud and clear but it was my circumstances that fought to drown Him out. I had so many people come up to me with ways to be healed, trying to put magnets on me and all sorts of weird stuff. I spent most of my days at Harborview Hospital getting x-rayed, waiting to see doctors and seeing others come in with injuries. I spent a lot of time talking to others who were facing circumstances worse than I was and it gave me perspective on my own struggles.

One night at church I was worshiping the Lord with my one hand and I reminded the Lord that He said I would lay hands on the sick and they would be healed. That He had called me to have a healing ministry. I reminded Him that He said "hands", that I would lay my hands on people - not my one hand. To understand what happened next you have to know something special between me and the Lord. Often when I am worshiping and I raise my hands to the Lord I can feel Him grab my hands. It is just something special between us. Well this particular night as I worshiped the Lord with my one hand in the air, I felt Him grab both of my hands in response to my prayer. I knew at that moment that He was going to heal me.

I did eventually start back to my job, gain healing in my arm and life seemed to start to carry on. However, one thing I discovered after the fact was that I had brain damage called TBI. It is where your brain is injured by being shaken. I started to love everyone intensely, everything anyone ever did to me had absolutely no power, but at the same time I could not take conversations, was overwhelmed easily, could not separate fiction from real life and could not get jokes. I had no mental filter to tell what was real or not. I had this for about three months, which from what my doctors told me is past the point anyone recovers. Only 1 percent of the population ever recovers from TBI and that percentage are those who recover shortly after injured. So for me it was another miracle of healing. The hard part was that no one was told I had brain damage and it caused a lot of misunderstandings and I had a hard time interacting with people. No one understood and at the time my pastor thought it was because of God that it seemed all my past hurts were erased and the love that I was expressing to others. I was miraculously healed of TBI and it was also a miracle.

You can imagine at this point I became a guinea pig for the medical community. First I was tested by a psychologist for mental health and full recovery. I had to do written tests and be evaluated for quite some time. They also spent time dealing with the trauma and nightmares I had from the accident. I was able to talk about my death experience and was assured that the experience had nothing to do to my brain injuries. I had not been on pain medication during that time because it made me really sick, so for most of my recovery I just took ibuprofen.

I was then contacted by Harborview and they sent me surveys to test my mental state and tested me to try and figure out why I recovered. Doctors called me and asked me a series of questions. Test after test after test. I also noticed that with all the metal in my arm I was able to detect earthquakes. The pain I felt was directly linked to the earthquakes we were having and I was able to predict one very large earthquake prior to it happening because of the pain in my arm. It was because all of my nerves were healing and the amount of metal in my arm. My doctor told me to call him whenever I felt anything. LOL

I was sent to the hospital and hooked up to electrodes, a metal cap, and they turned the electricity on…then they took a needle dug it into my hand and dug around in my nerves. Since my paperwork said my nerves were dead they paid no attention to my discomfort. In fact I was sweating so bad from the pain of the tests that one doctor said to me calmly, "You might think of some surgery for that sweating problem." He had no clue the pain I was in!

All of my tests came back that I was healthy and whole and that no one could explain it. I gained full use of my arm and my hand. I was diagnosed as mentally healthy and whole just as if it never happened. And I began to start my life over. My ambition was to make every day count as I now knew how precious a day was. I soon discovered that it was impossible, to make every single day like your last, but that I could go after God and fight for my promises. I still continued to believe for healing with my back and as I mentioned before it took about ten years before I was totally healed in that regard.

I am thankful for what I have gone through. I have learned compassion, I have learned about healing, I have learned not to give up - what it is to persevere and I have learned that even when you think your life is over God still has a plan. I also learned how to walk out being an overcomer by the blood of the Lamb and the word of my testimony. I am a child of God and....I am a miracle.