There was a season in my life when every morning began with pain. I woke up around 5 am to a familiar knot twisted deep in my stomach. It had become such a constant companion that I no longer questioned it. I accepted it as part of my day, part of my body, part of my normal. I prayed about many things in that season, yet strangely, I never connected these cramps to anything spiritual. I simply lived around them.

Then came Elijah House D-School.

One of the sessions explored the theme of spiritual rebellion, not the loud, dramatic kind often imagined, but the quiet resistance of a heart that had been wounded and learned to protect itself. As I listened, something in me tightened. I recognised that I had carried areas where I had stood back from God, clinging to control with an inner vow that whispered, "I will handle this myself." I did not call it rebellion at the time, yet that is exactly what it was.

The Holy Spirit, gentle and unhurried, placed His hand on that hidden place. I felt the weight of conviction, not in shame, but in invitation. He was showing me a root I had never named.

So I did what I have learned to do on this healing journey. I brought it to Him.

I confessed my rebellion.

I renounced my vow to protect myself.

I surrendered the places where fear had silenced trust.

I asked Jesus to forgive me and to take His rightful place in that part of my heart.

Nothing dramatic happened in the room except for the tears. No shaking. Only a deep inward exhale.

The next morning, I woke as usual and waited for the pain to hit. It had become so normal that I almost braced for it without thinking.

Except it never came.

The knot was gone.

The twisting was gone.

The dread was gone.

My stomach was calm for the first time in years. A quiet stillness settled where pain had lived, and I knew immediately that something had shifted the moment I repented. What my spirit released, my body also let go.

From that day to this one, the cramps have never returned. Not once. Not even faintly. The healing was complete because the root had been dealt with. It became one of the clearest testimonies in my life that God cares about the things we think are small, the symptoms we normalise, the aches we silently endure. His compassion reaches into the places we forget to pray about.

This testimony reminds me that true healing often begins with repentance. When we come out of agreement with the things that keep us distant from His heart, we make room for His peace to settle where pain once ruled.

I share this today to honour the One who sees every hidden wound, every clenched muscle, every place in our bodies where unspoken battles have quietly taken their toll. Jesus is still the Healer. He still sets captives free. Sometimes the chains are loud and visible, and sometimes they slip off in the quiet of dawn when we realise the pain never arrived.

💡Reflection:

• Where might my heart still be holding places of quiet resistance before God? 🤔

• What physical symptoms have I normalised that could be connected to deeper heart matters? 🤔

• How is the Holy Spirit inviting me into deeper trust and surrender today? 🤔

🎺Affirmation:

I am held, seen, and gently restored by the God who heals not only my heart but also the places where my body has carried silent battles. His freedom is my inheritance.

🙌 Prayer:

Jesus, thank You for being the Healer of my whole being. Thank You for meeting me in places I once hid, for lifting rebellion from my heart, and for bringing peace to my body. Lead me gently into deeper surrender, and show me any areas where I still hold back from Your love. May Your freedom continue to multiply in my life.

In Jesus' Name, Amen.