Continuing with his grim report, the doctor said Jim had suffered a traumatic brain injury. He had a subdural hematoma and brain shearing. His face was crushed, his right eye had popped out of its socket and was hanging by the optic nerve.
Jennifer stood next to her husband’s bed in the critical care unit. He didn’t look anything like himself. He didn’t look like he could live. But in those moments before the medics arrived, Jennifer had prayed, “Father, only You know what’s wrong with him. I have faith that You’ll heal him.”
Inside, she’d heard a whisper.
'He’ll be fine.'
The moment she heard those words, Jennifer felt flooded by a waterfall of peace.
“My mother and birth father met when they were young,” Jennifer said. “My father moved to Alaska before Mom knew she was pregnant. A few years later, my mother married a godly man who adopted me. He was a pastor, and I was raised in a good home. My parents were Partners with Kenneth Copeland Ministries, and we attended their meetings when they were held in Denver. We listened to teaching series from Kenneth and Gloria Copeland all the time at home. When I got older, Dad made me write reports about what I’d learned. I became very good at writing reports, but I resented it.
“When I became a teenager, the enemy convinced me that I wasn’t loved. I believed that my birth father rejected me and didn’t love me, and that my adoptive dad didn’t love me. I rebelled and walked away from the Lord, and started smoking marijuana.
Dealing With the Devil
“In December 1990, Jim and I met on a blind date. He hadn’t been raised in a Christian home. His father had been a violent alcoholic, and he didn’t know anything about God. Jim introduced me to cocaine, and later we both used LSD.
“On Jan. 29, 1993, we hallucinated on LSD. Long after the drugs had worn off, we sat down to watch a comedy. A green presence came out of the TV and filled the room. This wasn’t a hallucination—both of us experienced the same thing. An evil presence enveloped the room. It got stronger and stronger until we heard screams and smelled something awful. We both believed that we were on the precipice of hell—and about to die.
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