Beth Ann Wilbur’s Testimony

Have you ever seen the black and white war movies were the soldiers are fighting in the field and they start to move forward only to be in the middle of a minefield? Then some poor guy steps and hears the click of the mechanism beneath his foot

I was brought up in the Methodist church. I attended Sunday school, youth group and youth retreats. I did believe in God. I did not believe He knew my name let alone loved me. I did not understand why Jesus came and died for our sins and had no idea about the Holy Spirit.

Walking in a minefield was my way of life. One explosion after another. Through college, 10 years of marriage and the birth of my daughter, Abby I was walking aimlessly in a field with no escape in sight. Then one Friday night, in an arcade in Okinawa, Japan, I was handed a slip of paper. After a week of testing and an MRI on my daughter to explain a developmental delay I was in a rough, dark place. As I tried to move forward I heard the click from the pressure and I knew I was about to explode. I held the slip of paper and then read the message. It said:

The Lord your God is with you, he is mighty to save. He will take great delight in you, he will quiet you with his love, he will rejoice over you with singing.

I started to cry and thought maybe He does know me.

After several years of reading the Bible, attending Bible studies, going to church, several moves, and the birth of my son, Gabe. Then David’s retirement from the Marine Corps and landing in Orlando, Florida, I was still walking through the minefield.

On January 31, 2008, David and I were faced with the news of a mass in my pancreatic region. I was shocked, and my family was terrified. After seeing a surgeon, the outlook was grim. We attended All Saints Episcopal Church which had a strong healing ministry. Along with healing prayer the Glennon House organized special weekend healing services.

That same weekend Jack and Anna Marie Sheffield of Deep River Ministries came to teach. David and I were encouraged to attend the sessions and a private prayer time was arranged with the Sheffield’s. After Jack, Anna Maria Sheffield and David prayed for me that Saturday morning my perspective changed. I believed in the healing power of Christ and knew He was in control of my circumstances.

The following week I had an endoscopic ultrasound to determine the plan for surgery. The scans from the procedure were read and reread by the hospital Radiologists. The doctors were baffled by the complete removal of the mass. I knew then that Christ had taken that explosion for me and my family.

This journey with Christ inspired a prayer ministry in Birmingham, Alabama. Before Christ, everyone is walking aimlessly in the minefield; however, just like the Israelites we have our own plot of land set aside for us as an inheritance. Our plot is continuously eroding from our own sinful nature. With the power of Christ, we can be successful in recovering our inheritance. Psalm 16: 5-6 “Lord, you alone are my portion and my cup; you make my lot secure. The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; surely I have a delightful inheritance.”