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The Sound of Freedom: How to Bring the God of the Breakthrough into Your Toughest Struggles

The Sound of Freedom: How to Bring the God of the Breakthrough into Your Toughest Struggles

by Jenny Weaver
John Eckhardt

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Chapter 1

A Harsh Beginning

From a young age the enemy tried many times to kill me and destroy the plan of God on my life. After facing a few near-death experiences, the grace and mercy and love of God ripped me out of the grips of a demonic hold on my life, turned my entire life around, and now I am a walking, talking, living testimony that God is able to help anyone get free and stay free.

God has a plan for you. God has a good plan for your life no matter what you are walking through right now, or what you’ve walked through in the past, or what you will go through in the future. Jeremiah 29:11 says, “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future.” Those are words to live by.

The enemy wants to disrupt the plans of God for your life—but he has been defeated and you can walk in absolute and total victory every day of your life. God has come to give you life—abundant life. I went from living a life of absolute turmoil to now living a life more abundantly above all that I could ever ask or even think, because of the saving power of Jesus Christ.

My Testimony

In this book I share the gripping story of my testimony as a drug addict from the streets, to a daughter of the Most High King and living in the rest of God. I include steps, prayers, declarations, and a challenge—providing practical ways for you to have freedom and victory in your own life.

My father is of Jamaican descent; my mother is of Irish descent. They met in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, and my mother’s family was not happy that she was dating interracially. My mother was raised Catholic, but didn’t really have a relationship with Jesus Christ. My father was a bad influence on my mom and introduced her to heroin. And they both used heroin for many years.

I was born on January 15, 1982 and am the second oldest of the eight children they had together. And although it should have been a joyous occasion, my mother was addicted to heroin when I was conceived, and she used heroin the entire pregnancy. I was born addicted to drugs and experienced severe withdrawal pain and agony.

My mother tells the story of how she didn’t know the Lord at the time as her personal Savior; and as she was withdrawing from heroin as well, she cried out to God in a moment of desperation. She said, “God, if You are real and You can help me, give me a sign.” And then she realized a song was playing on the radio by the Carpenters titled “Close to You,” with the lyrics, “Why do birds suddenly appear every time you are near?” My mother said she looked out her window and there was a bird sitting on the window ledge, and she knew that was a sign from God—that He was with her. She said at that moment all the withdrawal symptoms left her body and she gave her life to Christ—and has been living for Him ever since.

That was one of the first attempts the enemy tried to take my life. Even before I was born into the world, God had His hand on me the whole time, protecting me. He was protecting me while inside my mother’s womb. He has continued to do so all the days of my life.

Filled with the Spirit

I remember at six years of age being filled with the precious Holy Spirit. I was at a revival service with my parents and a guest speaker, a prophet, was conducting the service. Toward the end of the service, he began to call people up to pray for them and prophesy to them. He pointed to me and said, “Young lady, come here, God has a word for you.” I didn’t move because I didn’t think he was talking to me, after all, I was just a child and in my church children weren’t called on to be prayed for or given a prophetic word. Yet he called to me again, and immediately I knew it was me he was calling up to the front.

I felt the presence of God all over me and began trembling as I walked down that middle aisle of that old-fashioned Pentecostal church. When I got to the front, he began to prophesy over me and I started to cry. He asked if I wanted to be filled with the Holy Spirit, and I shook my head yes. Then he laid his hands on me and immediately I was filled and fell backward and spoke in tongues for close to 45 minutes. That experience is one I will never forget. The Lord was impacting my life even at such a young age, and I believe it was His divine plan to show me His power at that point of my life.

About one year later, around the age of seven, I had my first encounter of meeting Jesus face to face, and it is to this day one of the most vivid memories I have. I remember it clearly. My sisters and I rode our bikes to the local store in our neighborhood. On our way home, we had to cross a busy intersection, and my older sister told me to wait before crossing. Being obstinate, I didn’t want to listen to her. I started pedaling across the road, thinking it was clear of traffic. But when I was in the middle of the road, I looked to my right and saw a car coming straight for me! I heard the screeching of the brakes, but it was too late—the driver didn’t have time to stop the car and I watched it hit me head-on.

My bike flew several feet up in the air and came slamming down, twisted and completely destroyed. I was landed face down on the road completely still. My sisters ran over to me, asking if I was okay and crying and screaming. “I’m okay,” I told them. The people in the car came over to see if I was alright. The police were called and soon the ambulance arrived. Everyone was very upset and crying. The emergency medical team checked me to make sure I was okay and were in disbelief when they saw I was unharmed—not even a scratch—especially after seeing that my bike was completely demolished.

“I Want to Meet Jesus”

My mother came to take me home since we lived only a few houses away from where I was hit. When she put me to bed that night, I said to her, “Mom, I want to meet Jesus. Is that possible?” She said, “Absolutely, let’s pray that you will be able to see Jesus and He will come to you.” As I lay there, I went into a dream that was like real life to me. I was suddenly in a beautiful meadow that was covered with white snow, and in front of me was a pathway lined with Christmas-like trees on both sides of the path.

About a quarter of a mile ahead in the middle of the path, I could see the throne of Jesus and I could see Jesus sitting on the throne. He was motioning for me to come to Him, so I began to walk very carefully down the path and between the trees. As I walked past the trees, they lit up on both sides at the same time with the most beautiful lights. It was the most amazing thing I had ever seen; and as a young child, you can imagine my delight! The trees were lighting up all on their own as I passed by.

I finally reached the place where Jesus was sitting and He put me up on His lap. Just like a loving Father, He began to talk with me, and He put His hand over my heart. I don’t recall exactly what He said to me, but I do remember feeling safe. I remember feeling loved, and it felt like I was home.

I was so ecstatic about the dream. To me it wasn’t just a dream, it was Jesus actually meeting me and encountering me. From that moment I began to see into the supernatural realm. I began to see angels and demons and even smell foul odors when demons would appear to me. I would shake in such terror. I saw visions of angels flying around and standing in places near me.

This spiritual realm was colliding with the physical realm of my life at home and at school, with my family and my friends.

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