Gary Keesee - Your Financial Revolution: The Power of Allegiance

YOUR FINANCIAL REVOLUTION

THE POWER OF ALLEGIANCE

Gary Keesee

Copyright 2015 by Gary Keesee

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

PREFACE

I have wanted to put into writing the journey that God took Drenda and me on for a few years now. Our lives have been so changed! We have seen all of the miracles that Jesus did in the Bible take place in front of our very own eyes over the years: the dead raised; the paralyzed get up, walk, and go back to work the next day; countless people healed; and finances restored for hundreds of thousands of people. But the greatest miracles we have seen occurred in our own family and our own personal lives.

My goal is to take you on a journey, a journey of discovery that I hope will change your life as it did mine. The story cannot be told in one book. This is the first of a series of books that will lead you into your own personal financial revolution and will begin to reveal the mysteries of the Kingdom of God that changed my life. To me, it is an exciting journey and one that will never end. We will all keep learning! The knowledge of the Kingdom is inexhaustible.

I am so very thankful to God. His mercies are new every day, and He is patient and forgiving, leading us in the way of salvation. I cannot take you on this journey without first mentioning my awesome wife, Drenda. It was her heart for God and her love and patience with me that gave me the courage to face my weaknesses and seek God for the answers that I so desperately needed. It is with great joy that I share with you:

Your Financial Revolution

The Power of Allegiance

INTRODUCTION

I have been deprived of peace; I have forgotten what prosperity is.

Lamentations 3:17

I woke up knowing something was wrong, very wrong! Great fear engulfed my mind as I woke. I could not feel my tongue. My hands, legs, and the side of my face were numb. I woke Drenda and struggled to tell her what was going on as my whole face and tongue refused to cooperate. I then noticed that my heart was racing and my breathing was labored as I relayed to her my situation. She woke and immediately began to pray for me. Slowly, the strange and fearful feelings subsided a bit. I lay back down in bed as Drenda offered to bring me something to eat. I was confused and afraid of what was happening to my body as I lay there praying. Waves of panic would sweep over me; fear like I have never felt before in my life would attack my mind.

The debt I lived under and the constant need for money kept fear as a normal part of my everyday life. I had been under tremendous stress over the last few years in regard to my deteriorating financial situation. I was in commission sales and just was not making it financially. We were renting a small 1800s farmhouse which looked like it had never been updated since it was built. I suppose I am exaggerating here just a bit, but the house was not in good shape. The window frames had gaps in them where plants grew through them into our living room. Many of the panes were broken, and we had taped them shut with cardboard and duct tape. Although run down, Drenda was able to make it our home. But even with her amazing skills, we could not cover the fact that there were many serious issues with the house.

Everything we had was in the same conditionbroken! Both of our cars were old, had over 200,000 miles on them, and barely started. Our two boys slept on mattresses that were being discarded by a nursing home, the carpet on their bedroom floor was found along the road in the trash. Pawnshops were a way of life, and we borrowed from anyone who we thought could help us. We lived hand to mouth each day, finding something to sell, looking for a way to survive, and hoping tomorrow would be better.

My ten maxed out credit cards had been cancelled months ago, and my three finance company loans, which were at 28 percent, were in collections. My car payments (yes, I still owed on my very old cars) stayed 120 days late and on the verge of repossession. Every bill I had was late. Judgments and liens had been filed against me, and collection calls woke me each morning. I owed the IRS money, and they also had filed a lien against me for back taxes. Drenda and I owed our parents $26,000, and they had grown tired of helping us. Our refrigerator was rarely full of groceries. Our electric was constantly being threatened to be turned off by the power company, sometimes on a monthly basis. And I had reached the end of my emotional rope.

Now the stress was doing something to my body which I did not understand. After seeing several doctors, they said I had experienced a panic attack and put me on antidepressants. Unfortunately, these panic attacks continued and increased in frequency to the point where I was afraid to leave my house. Through these hazy days of fear, as I sought answers, I began to notice that certain foods, ones with sugar, starch, or caffeine, sent me into another panic attack. So I was now afraid to eat food and was conscious of everything I ate. My life became one of bondage to the point that I now could not work, which of course made the financial situation even worse.

My wife thought she was going to lose her husband, and told me later after I was healed that she was literally planning what she would have to do to take care of our children. I cried out to God for answers as I had no experience or knowledge of what I was fighting. The doctors had big names for what was wrong with me, saying it was incurable and that I would be on medications forever. Other doctors said that I was on the edge of becoming a diabetic, stating that I would make a good test case to follow as the disease progressed as I grew older.

Although I was a Christian, I had no experience in spiritual warfare or how to stand against the enemy. In fact, at this point I had not discerned that I was fighting a demonic spirit. I thought I was just having a problem with my physical body and was asking God to heal me. As a Christian, I knew that God was my answer, but at the time it felt that God was so far away. The doctors gave me a diagnosis with various names for the condition I had, all related to mental problems and only treatable by taking an assortment of drugs. As I said before, there was no cure, just treatments that helped me cope with my mental condition. I was having side effects from the drugs, however, and they did not help at all. In fact, I believe they added other symptoms. They made me feel like I was living in a fog, tormented continually by fearful thoughts that I could not control. I had no answers, and nothing was helping. This went on for a few weeks, and my desperation grew as the symptoms and the fear seemed to take over my life.

But one night, I had a major breakthrough as I sought God for answers. I discovered a major key to my freedom. I was at my home church attending a Wednesday night service. During praise and worship, I developed a full-blown panic attack. I did not know what to do. I was desperate, and I knew I needed prayer, so I made my way to the front of the church. Even though I was totally interrupting the service, I just did not care. I was attending a very large church and the pastor did not know me personally, but one of the staff members on the praise and worship team did. As I basically crawled up to the platform in desperation, everything came to a stop and all eyes turned toward me. The staff member that knew me reacted quickly as he saw security officers making their way toward the front to intercept me.