I had plantar fasciitis in both feet for 17 years. Sometimes it was manageable. Sometimes it was so bad I would just crawl around the house for days, saving my feet for when I had to go out. I tried orthotics. I did stretching. I tried physiotherapy. I wore Birks for support; I’d even slip them on when I went to the bathroom at night. For the last decade of it my bare feet almost never touched the ground.

Several times I got prayed for. One time I remember was at Easter, when Heather gathered our toddlers around me and they put their hands on my feet and prayed in faith and I was healed! For a day or two, and then it was back.

Then one time I was at a church with a team and they had us at the front for prayer before we left. A group of teenagers surrounded me. I asked who had faith to pray for feet that have hurt for years. They all knelt down and touched my feet and prayed. I was healed! By the time I got back to my pew, my feet were starting to hurt again.

Not this time. I began to yell in tongues (good thing everyone was singing loudly), rebuking the enemy, declaring the praises of God and thanking him for my healing. The pain subsided. As we got into our vehicles they started throbbing again. This time I “yelled” silently under my breath, but with the same intensity. I kept up this battle for almost a week until my healing fully took hold. Probably about 5 hours per day of saying “no” to the pain and “yes” to the healing. It was really intense, but I was tired of losing this fight.

This isn’t always the approach. Sometimes God heals instantly and sometimes he doesn’t heal. But if you feel him calling you to fight for it, then receive your healing.