God so wants to be woven into our lives and through us into the lives of others. The two testimonies to follow coincidently both happened one day after the next … both in fabric shops, and both had family members with learning issues … an invitation to weave God’s goodness into their lives … well I think so anyway … I hope you enjoy:

I had two TinkerBell costumes to make and so last Monday, after trying our local fabric shop for some white wool for the shoe pom poms I asked God which fabric shop to try next.  He  showed me the Lincraft store at our local shopping centre and so that is where we went.

I had never been into Lincraft before. We found some white wool and M and I made our way through the cluttered shelves, considering all that they had … all the while I had a burning feeling in my spirit, and I could not place why it was there … it felt like extreme anxiety so I rebuked it, but it stayed …

I went to the cashier to pay and I was very vague – vague to the point of forgetting my home phone number of 14 years. I apologised as I bought our items and as I collected the bits to leave I checked with God to see if I should stop and pray for the girl at the check out desk. I got a very clear “yes” and so I waited while she served someone else.

Her name was “L” and as I spoke she started to cry immediately – God was all over her. All I had said was that I was a Christian and I felt that God really wanted me to pray for her for something … was there anything that I could pray for. She struggled to contain herself as tears fell down her face and she said “yes, my husband …”

Before she could say anything more another customer came. She struggled to contain the tears as she served. I stood by and said I would wait, that it was important enough for me to wait – that she was important enough for me to wait.

I waited and the customers left but then her boss turned up and she indicated he would not be happy with me praying for her. Respecting her boundary I again said I would wait and we managed to speak while I looked at some sowing machines (which I was genuinely interested in) …

She told me her mum had been a Christian but she was not. I said it did not matter, that God loved her and wanted me to pray for her. It turned out that her husband had quit his job as a chef to become a policeman and he was struggling with the study … in fact he was failing the exams. I asked her if it was the legal study, she said it was. I told her I had been a lawyer and encouraged her that it would all fall into place for her husband … I said I understood and she looked shocked at the obvious coincidence. Her boss was still close by and more customers came, so I said I would go and do a few other things and I would come back to pray because it was important.

M and I did a few other things and I returned. L was there, and so was her boss still. I looked at her and said ‘give me your hand, you can tell him it’s my fault, that I insisted”. She gave me her hand and the tears started again. I prayed for wisdom, for finances (they were tight with him not working) I prayed for an ease and for her husband’s destiny to open to him, for open doors … as I prayed she acknowledged that she could feel God and then said that her husband had a studying disorder, I said my sister had dyslexia and I asked for healing for this too. I then prayed for her to have great peace.

I told her about the anxiety I had felt walking into the shop and I told her that it had now gone … that God had been letting me know that there was someone He wanted to touch … she was visibly moved. I gave her my name and number on a piece of paper and invited her to call for a coffee if she wanted. I wished her the best and we went on our way.

I noted that perhaps the anxiety sense in my spirit had been a new sign for me from God, to find someone for Him, a hidden treasure, for me to find and pray for … I am still exploring this.

The following day, I popped back into my local fabric shop with M and a friend. After getting help from a lovely woman I again got the sense I was to offer to pray for her son – she had told me during our chat that he also had a learning disability – dyslexia … the coincidence was not lost on me. There were people wating to be served and I had not yet offerred to pray.   I waited as she served and apologised to my friend, explaining the situation and she was ok with it …

I spoke briefly between customers to her about praying for her son and she agreed, as she did she literally turned away from the customers and let her co-worker deal with them … she really wanted the prayer!

I prayed healing and wisdom for her son and for his destiny to be opened and then I felt to ask her about her husband, I felt there was something about her husband I needed to pray for. She got teary and said “yes, he needs prayer for his heart”. She explained the problem and I then prayed God’s loving peace on her and healing on her husband’s heart, much like I did for L (pneaumonia, heart arithmia etc) late last year … I prayed that her husband’s heartbeat would come into line with the heartbeat of Heaven … I looked at her when I finished and, like the woman from the day before, she too was teary.  I said I would stop by and enjoy hearing about the healing that had taken place in her home. I thanked her for allowing me to pray for her and left …

God is waiting.

He so desires for us to weave Him into our days. He wants to be woven into the fabric of society and he needs us to do it with and for Him … we are the vehicle through which He gets access, we are the needle if you like, and He is the thread, the magnificent golden rainbow thread that knows just what hue of colour someone is needing, as we come across them in our day …

We just need to say “hey, could I pray for you?”

Are you willing to let Him weave Himself into your day … and into the day of others through you?

Give it a go … it is truly addictive because as you do you will taste and see for yourself that …

God is Good!

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