Recently, as lockdown in Melbourne, Australia lifted somewhat, I headed out to my favourite organic store. I have known the current owners for 10 years or more.
A few years ago, one owner told me she had received a diagnosis of kidney cancer, and was all clear. She had then regained her vitality with the help of a naturopath – a practitioner she was recommending to me.
Recently, while at the store, we exchanged our usual pleasantries, and I mentioned the naturopath, saying I had referred my niece to her. She told me she had not seen her naturopath for some time, but she said she needed to go back since she felt that the cancer had returned – she was having some pain and other urinary tract issues.
I asked her about her urologist. It turned out that she was seeing the same one my mother had been seeing two years ago. That specialist did not seem to have the answers for my mother’s many complicated and life-threatening issues, so I T whether she was happy with the specialist. She said ‘no’, so I told how we had been fortunate enough to find another for my mother, by ‘chance’ who, while wanting in her bedside manner, was excellent, and was the only expert who had worked out my mother’s many issues. She had got my mother well and functional at 88, after 15 months of repeated hospital visits.
T asked me for the specialist details, and I then asked her if I could pray. She said ‘absolutely,’ so I said I would stand behind her, and I asked if she was ok with it. I told her I would place my hand on her lower back, while keeping at a distance. Note: it is still a requirement we keep 1.5m distance by law here in Melbourne, and sadly, restrictions have toughened up again because of hot spots breaking out as I write.
I stepped behind T. I placed my hand on her lower back, and I prayed. I commanded healing to come, peace to come, the oil of the Holy Spirit to flow – whatever came to mind as I listened to God’s prompting. She stood calmly, but it moved her. She teared up. She was visibly shaken. I desperately wanted to hug her. I told her I wanted to give her a cuddle. She felt God’s Presence. I released His love on her back and He reached into her heart.
Yes, through me, He releases His love. Does this make me a better, more holy, somehow stronger Christian? No, sadly no! It makes Him amazing that He can use anyone, including me, even when I feel weak (and I was feeling depleted and weak on that day). I’m still in awe that He will flow through me. Actually, I’m like an excited child every time He moves like this through me. I am amazed that the God who created the universe lives in me, and will flow through little me!
I must admit, the hardest thing about praying for owners of shops, or service people in stores, is that people are constantly walking around the store, and often customers suddenly appear, out of nowhere, and need or want service. As soon as I started praying, a customer walked to the counter and stood watching us. I felt awkward. No matter how many times I have done this, I still feel awkward. It’s inconvenient, it’s uncomfortable, but Jesus never promised us comfort, he just said ‘follow me’ and He goes about doing His Father’s business.
Is it easy?
Yes, actually it IS easy.
Is it convenient?
And so, I ask you, as you walk through your day, who can you reach out and ‘touch’ with His love. Who is He prompting you to stop for and reach out to?
Is stopping and praying for someone, like I have here, too much for you?
If ‘yes’ then ask God to bring to mind someone you can just send out a card to; send a text to; call up and arrange a zoom cuppa with; or go for a walk with? Stop and ask:
‘God, who would you like me to encourage today?’
I know He will give you a name or a face. Someone will come to mind. He wants you to hear for them more than you want to hear for them. And, when you get that prompt, I encourage you with all my heart, to step out and just say “hey, how are you doing?” Alternatively, send them a card, send them a text, suggest a walk, even just pray for them in the privacy of your home, and together, we will extend the Kingdom of Heaven.
I know He will move on your behalf as you step out in obedience.
He will delight in you, and He will touch them for His name’s sake.
I know this because…
God is Good!
Yes I get it, god gets the glory every time regardless of the outcome, you get blessed & an adrenaline rush ! & a seed is planted in the onlookers, win win.
Yes… sometimes 😊 but God is always Good!
I always your God stories! and I appreciate your transparency and honesty. Thank you. you encourage me!
Thank you Ruthie. I don’t know what to say to that but thank you – you inspired me to keep putting one foot in front of the next with your last post 💜
This is amazing timing, it is God’s timing! This is a great wee post and very touching (pardon the pun !). What makes this special to me is I have been reminded of a dear sister in Christ who I haven’t seen for some time. I was thinking of sending a card, then forgot. My health causes regular problems with my memory which can be a problem. But praise God! He is using your post to remind me to write that card today. God bless you sister.
Wonderful 👏 get out that pen 🖊 and write a beautiful encouraging card. God does work in strange ways, but when we “listen” and “hear” his promptings (and obey 🤣) it changes lives because He is such a good good father. I will pray healing for that memory. I’ve had similar challenges at times and it’s not nice. Healing and writing in Jesus Name 😊
My memory problem is a thorn in the flesh that tries me regularly, it part of the ongoing battle with my second slow growing brain tumour. Through this I am blessed and get to share my stories with folk…what a Good God, all the time!😁
Brain tumours are not from God and we are taught to pray “on earth as it is in Heaven” so I’m praying that thing leaves in Jesus name with no residual effects. My husband was diagnosed with an acoustic neuroma (impacting brain fluid) we are declaring it will leave too. My husband (who is working from home with lockdown) and I just prayed for you. 🌷
Bless you sister, your prayers are precious to me.