Kindy Teacher’s husband – praying in hospital and a balloon gift from God … Thursday 14th October 2010
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 … and he asked 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 knew I was tired from the night before. It had been over an hours round trip driving the night before and I had got home late. It was also a logistical balancing act with my husband getting home and looking after the children for the bedtime routine with me walking out as soon as he walked in. The experience from the night before had stretched me emotionally … I had battled the fears and the doubts of “who did I think I was!” … and I was so very tired … but I felt God wanted me to … so 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 than it had been.
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, I prophesied and prayed it in – he said nothing. I ignored the nerves I felt, the doubts that niggled on the edge of my mind, 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 gently, without the oxygen mask.
I walked out into the darkness of the night. It was cold and had been blowing a storm. As I walked to my car I saw a shiny pink object on the ground it 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, not my little girl. It was a message from a loving Pappa encouraging me, letting me know He saw my tiredness, my being stretched, my discomfort as I grew … 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 identity as it was about L and his wife … God was proud of me, and He was telling me I was His Little Princess purely and simply because …
God is good!