Following on from the previous story, I called L in the afternoon to see how he had got on. He had been diagnosed with double pneumonia, which had gone to the heart. he also had oedema (swelling) from the knees down and was in the ICU unit in hospital. He said that after the prayer the night before he had experienced the “best sleep since being here”. He said wanted me to come back when I could, would I come back that night. I told him I had prayed through the night before – God had put him on my heart at 11pm and 4 am – and that many others had also been praying for him.
I was tired, but I went back again to the hospital that night, still feeling apprehensive but knowing that this was as much my journey as L’s.
I felt Psalm 3 was for him and told him so. I felt God say “start at the feet” so I asked if I could uncover his feet and I saw (and he confirmed) that the oedema had reduced somewhat. He also said he had experienced a lovely night’s sleep the night before – very peaceful – and the breathing was better.
I laid hands on his feet and began to pray. There was a very gentle anointing in the room. As I prayed I “saw” him on a mountain side, walking, with angels either side of him and a mass of people behind him. The scene started out as winter but changed into spring, with him breathing deeply. I told him what I saw prophesied and prayed it in – he said nothing. I ignored the nerves, the feeling of looking foolish and I chose to feel encouraged by what I “saw” and not go to “that place” of doubt.
He said he had pulled a muscle coughing and was in pain, so with his permission I laid my hand on the spot, and as I did so my hand got very hot – he said he felt the heat too. I then read Psalm 3 over him, prayed it in and laid my hand on his chest. Just as the night before, the coughing began and phlegm came up. I sensed a penetration from Heaven of his chest (pin point needles of light going in to heal his lungs – I felt the tiny pin points, small and sharp on the back of my hand). I told him what I “saw/felt” and again “prayed it in” thanking God for what was happening. I then prayed until he stopped coughing and he took the oxygen tube off and rested it on his chest – leaving it there.
I then knew it was time to anoint him with oil – first on his forehead and then on the bottom of his feet declaring him healed from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet! With this completed I tucked his feet back into his bed, told him to rest, go to sleep and I would leave quietly as I had the night before. I felt awkward, but prayed until I felt God say “that’s enough” and I quietly left with him breathing quietly, without the oxygen mask on.
I walked out into the darkness of the night. It had been blowing a storm and as I walked to my car there was a small pink balloon on the ground. I picked it up thinking how my little girl would love it, knowing it was from God, it had to be from God, for it to just happen to be there at that point in time given how windy the night had been. I lent down and picked it up. I was tired, and felt fully stretched to my limits in terms of comfort and as I picked the balloon up I saw written across it “A New Little Princess” with a picture of a crown. As I saw the words I knew it was a message of encouragement for me … that I was His little Princess and although I was stretched to my limits I was still His little girl and he loved me … and it was then in the cold windy night that I knew without a doubt that this challenging time of stepping out into His promises for another was as much about me, and my learning how to rest and turn to Him, as it was for L and his wife … God was my daddy and he was proud, and He was telling me I was His Little Princess purely and simply because …