Kenneth: Copeland Healing Better

In the side room, a young woman with a clipboard asked Delia to sign a release form for the broadcast. Martha looked at her mother’s legs. They were still shaking. The pain was still there, hidden beneath the adrenaline and the roaring crowd. She knew, with a cold certainty, that the wheelchair would be waiting for them at the bus. The healing wouldn’t survive the three-hour drive back to Arkansas.

“You,” he said. “The woman in the chair. You’ve been sitting in that lie for eleven years. The Lord says tonight, the anointing breaks the yoke.” kenneth copeland healing

Delia was standing. Her face was a mask of agony and ecstasy. Her legs shook. The knot in her spine screamed. But she was vertical. In the side room, a young woman with