How Do You Spell Victory? D-E-L-I-V-E-R-A-N-C-E.
How Do You Receive It? Simply, by the blood of Jesus.
by Jennifer Greene-Sullivan
Scripture Inspiration:
“Wait for the Lord; be strong, and let your heart take courage; wait for the Lord!” —Psalm 27:14 ESV
“But if we hope for what we do not see, we wait for it with patience.” —Romans 8:25 ESV
How Do You Spell Victory in God’s Language?
You spell it D-E-L-I-V-E-R-A-N-C-E.
These days, testimonies are everywhere—shared from platforms, podcasts, pulpits. Some are full of drama, cinematic arcs, and emotional firestorms. Others, like mine, have quieter beginnings, slow and mundane in the world’s eyes. But let me be clear: my testimony is FULL of miracles. It is FULL of deliverance.
You see, for most of my life, I walked a quasi-good existence, carrying the label of “a good person.” But my life lacked two things: depth of relationship with God and a truly victorious walk with Jesus. Why? Because for a long time, I had one true idol: me. Jennifer was the center of her own universe. Jennifer sought apotheosis for herself.
That all changed in 2015.
What I had built my identity on—shattered. My prideful ambitions crumbled. I became poor in spirit, and I began to seek the One who could offer me true solace: Jesus.
My past choices—the reckless words, the stubbornness, the hypercritical attitude—left scars, especially on my daughters. The sins of the parent don’t stay hidden; they echo through generations. Anya and Sophia bore those echoes—emotional trauma, social wounds, and abandonment because of my broken marriages and my spiritually blind seasons.
But God wasn’t done. As I began to pray, study, and surrender, the enemy pressed in harder. My daughters’ mental health deteriorated, and we hit wall after wall. We tried everything—doctors, therapy, prescriptions—across two states.
Nothing worked.
Except Jesus.
The Lord woke me up in my darkest nights with a fire in my belly for deliverance. He showed me that no human could heal what was broken—but He could. He did. He still does.
I’ve watched both my daughters walk through hell—and walk back out, wrapped in the victorious love of Jesus. I’ve laid hands on them. I’ve anointed them. I’ve prayed until I had no voice left. And then, one day, Jesus whispered: “You don’t have to pray that prayer anymore.”
Deliverance came.
Today, Sophia came to see me. The sweet little girl I used to know—the one who cared so deeply for people and animals—was looking back at me. When I gave her a small gift, she wept with gratitude. We prayed together, and she left wrapped in the grace and love of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.
Luke 9:23 (NIV):
“Then he said to them all: ‘Whoever wants to be my disciple must deny themselves and take up their cross daily and follow me.'”
That is my testimony.
That is VICTORY.
Victory isn’t always loud. It isn’t always a stage or spotlight. Sometimes, it looks like a mother watching her daughter return—not just to her arms, but to her identity in Christ.
Jesus didn’t just save me. He restored my family. He answered prayers I wept out in silence for years. Why?
Because I believed.
Because I repented.
Because He loved me.
Because He is faithful.
My story isn’t about how I suffered—it’s about how He restored.
He is still restoring because I will be His bride with my lamp filled with oil.
So if you’re reading this and your home is in chaos, your heart broken, your children hurting—hear me:
Deliverance is possible.
Victory is real.
Jesus is near.
Let me leave you with this image—my Sophia, delivered and smiling, a walking miracle. I warred in the spirit for her. Jesus won. The war is over. VICTORY was mine 2000 years ago.
Take up your sword, dear one.
Hebrews 4:12 (ESV): “For the word of God is living and active, sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing to the division of soul and of spirit, of joints and of marrow, and discerning the thoughts and intentions of the heart.”
Believe.
Repent.
Walk in DELIVERANCE.
A Word for the One Who Has Lost Her Way
I see you, Sister.
You can’t see yourself clearly anymore because the enemy has stolen everything from you—especially your sound mind. But Jesus, the Master, is standing by, ready to set all things right.
Choose God. Jesus is the embodiment of the Word of God!
Declare His Word over yourself.
Speak only life.
You must repent, pray, praise, and fight—put on the full armor, Sister. He will flee, but first…
you must worship.
True worship ends every entanglement—even the grotesque, shameful ones haunting your thoughts. You’ve unknowingly come into agreement with diagnoses, with lies, with identities that were never yours to carry. Come out of agreement now. Cleave unto your HUSBAND—Jesus.
Accept Him.
Submit to Him.
And watch the dominions of the devil crumble, starting in your mind.
Surrender—and watch the walls of Jericho fall.
I urge you, Sister: Read Joshua 5 and 6.
It all began with a bow—to the Commander of the Lord’s Army.
My Jesus commands that army forever and a day.
And He’s coming for you.
May He restore all that was lost.
May He make the crooked places straight.
Just BELIEVE.
He’ll do the rest.
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