I am speaking now specifically to those hundreds of thousands of people (mostly women) who suffer from this “thing” called “fibromyalgia.” It’s a rather disgusting word all by itself, and it is even more disgusting to live as its victim….trapped in its endless tentacles of pain, depression, fatigue, guilt, and self-hatred.


Why do we hate ourselves? Because we can’t do what we need to do, and it is killing us inside. The pain is so overwhelming that it is a struggle to even get out of bed, and the worst part - no one believes us.

This is fibromyalgia, and this is what kept me bound for over eight years - to the point that last year, I was bedridden for 75% of the time and few outside of my immediate family even knew it. I was taking Trammadol (generic for Ultram), which doctors recommend because the FDA has not yet ruled it a narcotic. I was taking Hydrocodone as a side-kick for the Trammadol because it fooled my brain into thinking I had the energy to do some things like wash the dishes or clean the house. Doctors would call this “euphoria,” but it worked for me. Also, I was taking Effexor as an anti-depressant; and Adderall for adult ADD (which I’m not really sure I ever needed).

By November 2007 it had gotten so bad that massive doses of medication did not stop the pain. The Trammadol, which I will discuss at length at another time, was losing its effectiveness; and the Hydrocodone would only really work well for a week. Even if I took more, it only made me feel worse. My head was mush. My emotions were numb. And I couldn’t hear the voice of God! All of this and I was trying to care for a 12 year old son with cerebral palsy and autism.

When I would talk to people, I could never give a good report. (I don’t hide my true feelings very well, so pretending would not have been an option.) My children were tired of me being sick. My husband was miserable with it. I felt alone, abandoned by God, and useless.

And then….. funny how God seems to pop into the picture just at these times…. And then my friend, Alice, sent an email about a Be In Health® conference coming to Atlanta the next week with Pastor Henry Wright from Thomaston, Georgia. I had heard about him and had read his book, A More Excellent Way, which deals primarily with spiritual roots of sickness and disease. I had read his writings about fibromyalgia, and I agreed with them - but it was not yet my time.

Now, however, it was time. I was ready. I was tired of being sick and tired, and my whole self (spirit, soul, and body) was saying, “That is enough!” I knew that I had to go. My family rallied around me and agreed to help with Ian so I could attend. So, for three days I listened to Pastor Wright teach about this little three letter word called “sin.”

Having been walking with the Lord for 23 years and having been in ministry for almost as many, I can’t say that “sin” is a subject that I would have openly discussed - at least, not certain things. No, I am not talking about deep, dark, hidden sins - but “the little foxes that spoil the vine.” And some of these sins we had nothing to do with….until we obeyed their instructions. These are generational sins, passed down from generation to generation, just waiting for someone to take the bait!

I believe that the first thing to leave me was a spirit of shame - which I know left me as a direct result of revelation from the teaching of the Word. I suddenly had no trouble at all talking freely about any area of my life - those which were under the Lordship of Jesus Christ and those which were not. So, by the time the day of ministry came, I was ready, willing and able to do whatever was necessary for my freedom.

After my first counseling session I heard the Holy Spirit speak to my heart - as clearly as I had ever heard Him. “Stephanie, you need to ask My forgiveness. You have blamed Me for all of this.” Well, I broke into a thousand pieces - explaining to the counselor that there was one other thing that I needed to do. So, she helped me pray a prayer of repentance to the Father, asking Him to forgive me for blaming Him, and a prayer of forgiveness of myself.

During the next counseling session I was primed and ready to go. As the pastor and his wife went through all of the spiritual roots of fibromyalgia, as well as other areas which were illuminated by the Holy Spirit, I found myself being delivered…. really delivered. Now, I have worked in deliverance ministry for years, and I know the manifestations. I actually was tickled because I kept yawning, which is one of the manifestations of a spirit departing. When we were finished, I felt light as a feather. Such a heavy weight was lifted, praise God.

On the way home I told my daughter that something had happened, but that I needed to be quiet for a while and let it sink in. The next morning, while taking my son to his school, the revelation of my healing hit me like a bolt of lightning. I was so overpowered by this that I practically jumped out of my skin! I was healed. I was healed. My relationship with God had been restored. I was back in the Secret Place of the Most High (see Psalm 91), and I was back under His wing of protection. I was once again obeying the law of Christ - loving the Lord My God with all of my heart, mind, soul and strength, and I was loving my neighbors and I loved myself.

Within a few days I was out of my pain meds, and I didn’t get any refills. That was three months ago. I am walking out my healing - and I realize that much of the actual pain was in direct relation to the pain medications!

I encourage everyone to visit Be In Health®, and order Pastor Wright’s book, A More Excellent Way. If you are willing, it can and will set you free. I am a 7000 Associate of the ministry, and will be sharing a good bit with our readers as well - particularly as I walk out my deliverance from fibromyalgia. There is hope. Do not despair. If the Lord can pull me out, He can do the same for you. Keep pressing in to Him, for it is only in Him that we will find our ultimate salvation.

Tags: Fibromyalgia, faith healing, repentance, love walk