How His Love Heals Began

I’m Kelly, the founder of “His Love Heals.” It was very soon after my salvation that I knew the Lord wanted me to serve Him in a special way.

How it would be done wasn’t clear until October 2, 2002 , when the Lord gave me the Scripture, Isaiah 61:1. “The Spirit of the Lord God is upon me, because the Lord has anointed me to bring the good news to the afflicted. He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to captives and freedom to prisoners.” This became alive in me.

From that moment, I knew I would be declaring His love, proclaiming His healing, and helping Jesus set the oppressed free. As a survivor of severe domestic violence and sexual abuse, and through the extraordinary, transformed life God has given me, it is my heart’s desire to show other victims that Jesus truly loves them.

And as He did for me, He will mend every hurt, heal every scar, and lift you from the pit of despair so you may live a victorious life.

My Own Story

After the birth of my daughter, life spiraled downward. My husband’s drinking grew worse, and so did his physical abuse towards me. During June 1997, my sister-in-law invited me to church. I loved being there, and I began to fall in love with the Word of God, the church family, and Jesus. In August 1997, I was cleaning my daughter’s bathroom and the Lord spoke to me. I laid on the floor prostrate before Him and wept.

For the first time in my life, I knew what it was like to feel His love, and I gave my heart to Jesus that day. As the years passed, I had an unquenchable thirst for the Word, prayer, and knowing Jesus intimately. I sought God fervently. As my love for Jesus deepened, the severity of the abuse from my husband escalated, and on April 7, 2001 , I was hospitalized for an acute head injury, and later found refuge in a battered women’s shelter.

A few months after my arrival home, I learned that my mother had been diagnosed with cancer and was given just four to six months to live. In the next six months my mother lost her battle with cancer, my grandmother entered hospice, a friend committed suicide, and two more friends died. I was subjected to a vicious divorce and the legal system allowed my husband to take all our community assets and leave my children and me with no savings.

While I was trying to care for my two children all alone, I was suffering from brain trauma, Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome, and amnesia—the result of the brutal beatings my husband had given me. I became deeply depressed. With no fight left in me, I would lie in bed all day.

One day, six months into my unrelenting hopelessness, I rolled over in bed and caught my reflection in the television screen. I saw a defeated woman who had accepted the grim medical reports and mass devastation of her life, rather than seek the help of the Almighty Physician.

This was a pivotal moment in my life. I had seen His mighty work repeatedly, yet I was choosing to remain self-centered and apathetic. I realized that I no longer wanted to live my life feeling such profound despair. I fasted and prayed, I asked the Lord to help me understand why I had survived years of violence. It could not possibly be so I could continue to live my life with so much pain and sadness.

There had to be a reason why God had not allowed me to die. I asked the Lord to show me how my life would bring Him glory.

He brought me a vision of a dark, dreary graveyard. I saw myself walking hunched over, weighted down with pain, sorrow, torment, and helplessness. Suddenly, all that laid heavy on me was falling off as I walked out of the graveyard and toward a beautiful garden. Then Jesus showed me a vision of myself speaking to others of the healing miracles He had given me. In this vision I looked radiant as I preached what had transformed my life--His message of love, hope, joy and peace.

I saw myself happy for the first time in decades.

The Lord revealed to me that He was going to use my testimony to help break the emotional shackles of victims of domestic and sexual abuse. I knew then that God did not save me so that I could remain depressed and hopeless. That day, I stopped all medication, and began to live for the first time.

This was my defining moment-- October 10, 2001 --the day God spoke directly to me, saying that He would heal me. I realized, from that moment on, that I am a child of God who has a purpose. I was retrieved from the hand of the enemy and restored to walk in a life worthy to be called His. I never again saw myself as a battered woman who dared not to dream.

I want you to know that I am here for you. It gives me great pleasure to stand beside you and see you become healed and whole.

May you experience the life transforming love of Jesus!