Generational Curses

In the fall of 1995, we went to the beach with our family as we did every year. While at the beach, God told me I would break the spirit of infirmity off my family – it was a generational curse. Generational curses are passed from parents to children. I did not think much of it because I thought I could simply pray “it” away! When we were leaving the beach, I had my first vision from the Lord. It was odd. In the vision, I was standing on a large stage and giving my testimony. Then God spoke to me that I would testify and begin a ministry called “The Word Works!” I was a bit stunned. I did not want to be in the ministry. I wanted to teach elementary school. I wanted a career. I had plans for my life and being in the ministry was not one of them. I simply wrote down the vision and shelved it in my heart. Over the next twelve months, God was going to change my life forever. He was going to require me to get
I had my own plans, and although I had obeyed God in quitting my teaching position, I still thought in my mind it would be a temporary situation at best. Although my heart had said I would never teach in the schools again, my mind insisted I would. At that season, I made choices based on my will not necessarily God’s will. I was in the process of learning how to let God be in control of my destiny instead of me. God was setting me up for my future, and I did not even know it, nor did I want to know. A couple of weeks after meeting with the pastor, I was in praise and worship when God moved on my heart to go “back to the nursery.” Honestly, I thought it was the devil tormenting me. I thought absolutely no way was I going back to the nursery. I had worked myself to death for nothing. People lied to me, accused me, yelled at me, basically treated me with no respect and I was not even paid to do the job. I had a job of respect in the school system and truly did not like serving the Body of