After Tom’s workshop there was an impartation time and I was led to pray for a girl from Ghana. When I started to lay hands on her and pray for her, she started to cough. I could see it was not a normal cough but something that wanted to come out of her.
I told it to let go of the girl and come out. She vomited clear mucus. I knew there was more and told her she did well and held her. When she was calm, I asked her if there was more. She said that there was. I continued to pray and more and more came out. This time it was this big slimy blob. She cried a lot and I rocked her and loved on her. God’s love was so tangible and Jesus said over and over, “I love her. She is mine.” This was what I ministered to her. (I had an impression she was set free of wounds and pain as the result of incest. I did not have time to ask her about this. I felt she was starving for a mother’s love.) When the meeting was closed, she had calmed down and I asked her how she felt. She said she felt free and at peace.
Later when I came back from lunch I saw the people who were with her and they told me that she felt held by a mother and that was what she needed. All glory goes to God the Father, God the Son and God the Holy Spirit.