She sat across the room from me and was desperate for breakthrough. She went on to tell me of her life of diabetes and the fact that her arms can't move beyond a certain point. As we talked, and the Holy Spirit prompted, He was faithful to the direction we were going. It was all based in childhood trauma and rejection.
The Lord took her to the healing that needed to happen and we broke off the trauma that was stuck in the fiber of her cells.
Then the arms began to move. Really move. Before my very eyes, she was free.