There was warmth and there was healing because God is Good!

I was at my son’s piano lesson, waiting for him to finish after what had been a long day. I had considered sitting in my car. I was tired and so often I end up interacting with people in the parents waiting room; however, I knew that this was where God would want me to be …

The door slid open and in bounced two little poppets (5 and 7) that have a lesson after my son. I said a cheery “hello” and “konnichiwa” (my son son learns from a Japanese teacher, and most of the students have one or both parents from Japan), and I smiled asking how they all were.

The two poppets and their mum sat. I asked whether they had been doing any more origami (their mum had taught my son how to make a stork a few weeks earlier) and they shook their heads … and as the older sat she winced and rubbed her neck, speaking something to her mum in Japanese.

I looked and asked if she had a sore neck and her mother looked and said that she had slept poorly and hurt her neck … and said … “what is it called a crook neck?”

I replied, “yes, a crook neck, where the neck gets hurt due to poor sleeping position” and I mentioned that my daughter had suffered from one a few weeks earlier.

The mum asked what could be done, and so I mentioned that heat helped, that we had seen an osteopath to massage it out, and that with massage and heat it would get better …

7 year old poppet kept rubbing and looked in pain …

I felt the familiar “knowing”, not even needing to ask Him, I offered …

“Would you like me to pray for her? That can work too” I said and when queried I said “pray” and put my hands in a familiar prayer pose …

The mum said “yes” and the little girl nodded and shuffled over to my side where I gently placed my hand and prayed, explaining that she may or may not feel something, heat, cool, tingles … but that God would want her well …

I sat quietly and in Jesus name prayed for healing. The little girl melted a little in the face and I said “you feel Him don’t you?” and she nodded in response …

“What do you feel?” I asked.

She looked and said “heat, it is warm”…

I asked her, “has the pain gone”

She nodded saying “yes” and smiled.

I said “oh good there you go” … all the while her mum watched and then asked what religion I followed …

I gently explained I was a Christian, that we believe in Jesus Christ as the son of God and that the Bible says that as a Christian I can lay hands on the sick and they will be healed in Jesus name …

She nodded saying “thank you.”

I smiled and said “your so very welcome, I’m so glad she feels better”, as 7 year old poppet moved and flexed her neck with a smile.

Now, a little later I did pray again, but for the mum. I prayed favour for the family, for their destinies to be opened for their next move for work and as I did my son’s teacher came out smiled as she saw what I was doing (yes I have prayed for her too over the years) and she called her next student in.

And so I ask … where are you meant to be positioned? Where does God want you … in the car, isolated and alone, but comfortable … or out in the community ready to release His love, His light, His warmth …

I believe I know where He wants me most of the time … and I know this because …

God IS Good!

The Sound of Healing…God is Good!

This is a testimony forwarded to me from a friend in Tasmania.  I am leaving it in it’s entirety … written as she has written it.  It is precedent for healing … and many have been healed by reading, and or by listening to the pod cast … enjoy … and if you need healing … take it as precedent and say “Do it again God” … and He will because … God is Good!

She writes:

Psalm 107:2 ‘Let the redeemed of the Lord tell their story…’ (NIV)

Psalm 107:1,2 ‘Oh, thank God – He’s so good! His love never runs out. All of you set free by God, tell the world! Tell how He freed you….’ (MSG)

God has freed me!!!   Freed me from an illness where there was no cure, no answers, all avenues exhausted with no help to be found.  God is so good!!

When I fell sick in Jan 2007 I was 39yrs old, married to a wonderful husband with two beautiful sons who were 12 and 14.  Life was good, I worked full time, was active in our church, I had a close relationship with God, was fit – running two or three times a week, swam, played basketball, volleyball and any sport that came my way. As a family we regularly took holidays together and would go camping, bushwalking, water skiing, swimming and fishing. Life was good.

Then, out of the blue I got very, very sick. I sought out my local doctor who prescribed numerous courses of antibiotics, underwent various tests which turned out to be detrimental to my health which caused my health to be further weakened.  I was finally diagnosed with having mycoplasma pneumonia along with glandular fever which led to an extremely weak immune system that then developed into an acute and severe case of post viral chronic fatigue. In addition to this, I also picked up a muscular condition called fibromyalgia.

Over the years my husband and friends taxied me around to various doctor’s appointments, medical tests, naturopaths, alternative doctors, health retreats etc.  I tried all kinds of treatments in search of a cure: pain killers, antidepressants, magnets, naturopath concoctions, intense vitamin supplements, detox treatments, diets, massage, acupuncture, I even had my two amalgam fillings removed – I tried everything with no success and often the treatments made me worse, and on two occasions the treatments were so harmful to my health that my husband thought he was going to lose me.

This journey went on for five and half years and was the worst and hardest years of our lives but regardless, my relationship with God not only remained close but grew stronger and stronger.  I’m not saying that I didn’t experience ‘down times’, I most certainly did, and for a period of time I did suffer from depression but I knew that God would one day heal me. So I remained hopeful and optimistic and had an inner strength that of course came from the Lord.  God, on a very regular basis communicated to me through His word, through people, through visions and through His audible voice that He had everything under control and that the days were numbered for this illness and they would not last one day longer than He ordained. I was to wait, wait and be patient, trust in Him – so I did, I surrendered myself and my body to His will.

For the past 16 years my family and I attended Gateway Church in Devonport, Tasmania.  Our church in August 2012 was hosting a Wonders Conference, a Conference where we invite God to display His miracles and wonders, and wow, did God show up!  The conference ran from Thursday to Sunday morning. On the Thursday night my husband went to the meeting and was prayed for and prophesied over that there is a new beginning about to start, you’ve been a warrior and now the fight is over.  He came home so excited. So off we all went to the Friday night meeting and I was especially believing that tonight was the night that I was going to be healed.  I remember praying, just before we left home, ‘I give myself to you God, I surrender myself to you. I am ready to be healed – let your will be done in my life, I don’t want to be anywhere else but in the center of your will.’

When the alter call came, up I went, ready to be healed.  A lady started praying for me, then she stopped and said, ‘God wants you to know how much He loves you.’ Ok. I told her that I knew God loved me and I told her a little of my story and said that I want to be healed. She continued praying then stopped and said, ‘God wants you to know just how much He loves you, like your first love – He loves you so, so much.’ The tears then just overflowed, I knew God loved me, I couldn’t have survived these past five and a half years without Him loving me so much and holding onto me so tightly. I went home not disappointed but confused, but then I felt God remind me ‘you wanted my will didn’t you?’ I absolutely did.

Most of the days while I was sick I was restricted to either my bed or the couch, I was most certainly house bound. For most of that time I couldn’t drive and when I did go out I paid for it dearly. Depending on what I did and how long or exhausting the outing was, was how long I suffered for it.  Some outings could take days or even weeks to recover from and if I was really unlucky I would pick up some bug or virus going around, because of my weakened immune system, and then the recovery could even take months.

So, Saturday, after going out Friday night to the meeting, was a bad, bad day, spending the majority of the day in bed dosed high on pain killers. There was no way I could possibly get to another session.  My husband spent all of Saturday at the conference and God revealed to him that all you have to do is get your wife to church just like the people in the New Testament did when they lowered their sick friend through the roof of the house where Jesus was preaching. He talked to our pastor and asked him, if he could arrange a time for the visiting team to pray for me after the morning service in one of the side rooms. Our pastor’s face lit up on hearing this and agreed that this could be arranged.

My husband played drums for that Sunday morning service and as soon as the worship finished (with my husband still seated behind the drums) our pastor got on stage and announced that we were believing for a miraculous healing this morning and ‘G, it’s time to go get your wife and bring her in’, Well, that did it! My husband was so excited, ‘this is it, it is going to happen!’  He messaged my youngest son (who by now was 17yrs) ‘I’m coming to pick up mum for church to be prayed for, can you wake her up.’  When he got home I was up and dressed but not really with it. I was in zombie mode as my mind and body weren’t really communicating or working well together, I didn’t even have the energy to speak. When my husband asked if I was ok all I could do was nod or give him the thumbs up signal. He said that trying to get me in the car was like trying to push a bean bag onto the seat, and I was only a little girl. I wanted to go and be prayed for but was sceptical of the timing, thinking that if it was my time to be healed God would’ve healed me Friday night.

I remember the car ride over and thinking, when we travel this road to come back home I’m either going to be healed or I’m going to be feeling even worse than I do now and will probably crawl back into bed and be bedridden for days. My husband’s mind was on a totally different wave length, because of the public announcement our pastor had made previously that morning, he knew that me being prayed for was going to be a public witness instead of a quiet, private event that he had led me to believe, and he wasn’t sure if or how I would handle this situation. He knew for a fact that I would strongly oppose such a spectacle because of how I was feeling and also being so much out of my character and my comfort zone.

So, we arrived at church, we quietly sneaked in the doors while the sermon was drawing to an end.  I noticed people spotting us and then nudging others to look around and take notice but thought nothing of it, I didn’t have the energy to worry about what was going on.  Then, our pastor from the stage calls out my name – I froze, goose bumps all over my body, and says, ‘can you and your husband come up on stage.’  He shared with the congregation a little about my story and how faithful I was and then asked me if I could pray for the church, just as Job prayed for his friends, and that when Job prayed for his friends he himself was healed, and so too would my prayer for the congregation bounce back tenfold on to me.

Pray for the church!! Me? In front of 500 people, pray out loud, when I can’t even put two words together this morning!!  He handed me the microphone, and to this day I remember silently pleading ‘God, help me!’  God, to that moment, had never, ever let me down, and He wasn’t about to start.  Shaking and with tears streaming down my face, God filled me with an incredible prayer for the congregation, a prayer that I could never in a million years come up with even if I’d had months to prepare, and apparently it was all spot on to what the topic had been on in the sermon that very morning (which I had missed).  God is amazingly good!

Then, our pastor explained that the drummer who had now been ‘tagged in’ while my husband came to collect me, had a ‘word’ given to him that sometime over this conference weekend, while he was playing, someone was going to be healed. So our pastor asked him to start playing and let the Holy Spirit do the rest.  Well, off he went (let me add that he is an incredible drummer). As the drummer was getting ready to start, the worship leader asked me to lay on the floor in front of the drums. At this point it didn’t faze me at all and I was more than happy too.  So, here we are… little old me, quiet, not a ‘look-at-me’ person at all, laying on the floor, in front of the drums, on a stage, in front of 500 witnesses – God has such a sense of humour.  I wasn’t aware at the time but found out later that while I was laying on the stage many of the congregation came forward, praying for me with their hands reached out towards me and towards heaven. While the ‘face melting’ drum solo was going on I felt incredible joy, I felt the Holy Spirit’s presence in and around me. At one point I felt like I couldn’t breathe, just couldn’t get a lung full of air at all and was kind of gasping, but then all of sudden I was able to take a huge breath and as I breathed out I felt the illness leave me.

When the drumming ceased I had to get the people who were around me to help me up (a bit embarrassing) and then they asked me how I felt and what had just happened.  I silently prayed that God would help me say only what had happened, that I would be honest and not just say what I thought people wanted to hear. I reported that ‘I felt something happen, couldn’t really explain what but felt that God had healed me even though I was still feeling so weak’.

From the very moment I walked off the stage to this day, I have progressively got stronger and stronger.  As we drove home I could feel energy returning back into my body. I am healed!!! At this point in time, almost 15 months after my healing, I have just completed a 10km fun run, 15 months ago I couldn’t even walk around the outside of my house!  God is so good!! The worship leader that Sunday morning gave me a verse, Isaiah 40:31 ‘…strength will rise as you wait upon the Lord.’ That has been so true, and my strength continues to rise.

Refer to Podcasts:

Gateway Church Devonport, Tasmania, Australia Ps Mark von Blankensee, Aug 16 , 2012 – Wonders Conference Session Five – 53min in (but listen to the whole service)

Gateway Church Devonport, Ps Mark von Blankensee, Aug 26, 2012 – Celebration Sunday – begin 54min in – Testimony of myself, my husband, one of our pastors and the drummer.

http://www.gatewaychurch.net.au/church_devonport

A random act of kindness…God is Good!

Last Saturday while I was waiting for my daughter’s ballet class to finish I caught up with a new friend, a friend who has already blessed my life in many ways …

As we finished up, she saw a friend of hers, a woman she had told me about, a woman who was also kind, gentle and gracious.  She said hello to her friend and as she spoke her friend suddenly said with tears …

“Please excuse me, my dog died last night …”

As her friend said this I was filled with compassion for her and nearly started crying too … I feel like a sop when that happens, because I can tear up so easily at times, especially when I am filled with compassion or love or empathy … filled with Him … for another …

I touched her hand … aware that I was a complete stranger and not wanting to “get in her space,” and I gave my condolences …

I said goodbye to my friend, and with another hour and a half to wait, I wondered what I was to do. I asked God, and with a suddenness I knew I had to buy this woman flowers … a ballet mum too … what would she think?!

I started to walk, hoping to find a florist.  I trusted she would still be in the coffee place I had met her in when I got back, thinking how she may find me a bit “odd” to do something like that, but I thought “what can it hurt to give her flowers … to do something kind …? … but still!”

I eventually ended up at one of the train stations in the city, and found my way to a flower stall.  I immediately saw some miniature cyclamens … and I knew I was to buy her the deep pink ones …

“Odd,” I thought, feeling a bit shy about it.  I looked at the other flowers on sale … she seemed so gracious that I thought I should perhaps buy her a potted orchid but I kept being drawn back to the deep pink cyclamens …

I selected the plant I felt God draw me to, bought them and asked for them to be wrapped.

I wandered back past the coffee shop … she wasn’t there …

“Blow, I thought” and decided on my friend’s suggestion (who I had just spoken to on the phone about another matter) to leave them with a person at the ballet school to pass them on …

Still with time to wait I went back to the same coffee shop to sit down outside and have another cup of tea, thinking I may see her again …

I got on with a bit of texting, sipped my tea, and contemplated life, looked at the passers-by, enjoyed the greenery of the trees over the road … and as I did she walked past …

I called out and said a bit awkwardly “… these are for you, I hope you don’t mind, but I felt to get them for you … I just wanted to bless you …”

She looked and cried, tears ran down her cheeks and she told me a little of the story.

I said I had felt to get her the pink cyclamens …

The tears kept running down her cheeks and she said that her little beloved dog’s collar was the same pink, and the dressing gown that belonged to her daughter that her little dog had been buried in, was purple (the cyclamens had touches of purple at their base, and the flowers were wrapped in purple).

Only God!” I thought.

I said I had felt to get her the hot pink … and had thought they may be able to sit on her kitchen table in memory of her dog …

She said “thank you, it’s so kind”

I backed away, not wanting to invade her space in any way … but I said “I just wanted to bless you … I hope it is ok … just a random act of kindness …”

And I wished her well.

We had spoken about more than just that, but the exchange was brief, in that I wanted to really respect her privacy, but I said I would sit for a while longer if she felt like stopping later, but if not, there would be no offence …

And so I finished my tea in the morning sunshine … she didn’t come back, and that was ok … she was too tender….

Regardless … I don’t believe the “coincidence” was lost on her …

I had mentioned praying for her family, but other than that I didn’t mention Jesus, I didn’t pray for her then and there, I didn’t get in her face about anything, including the God coincidence …. I just gave her the flowers that just happened to be the same colour as the collar on her little dog and the gown in her little dog was buried …

Did I feel awkward?

Yes!

But I know when God moves us to do something, it is worth feeling awkward for, it is worth taking the risk and obeying, for you never really know what is gong on in a person’s life … but He does and perhaps through that one act of obedience, that one act of kindness they too will know that …

God is Good!

God’s agenda is good…all the time because…God is Good!

I had dropped my 6 year old off at school and was headed home, when I had a fleeting thought that I should head straight up to Bunnings and buy the padlock that we needed for our new lane way gate.

“Odd” I thought, “I’m just around the corner from home” … and in my wisdom I kept driving towards home thinking I would pop back home first to collect a piece of plumbing pipe I had bought there the day before, which I needed to return … but as I checked my plan with God I sensed that “no, I was to go straight to Bunnings now” …

“Odd” I thought again and I drove straight past my home … figuring “what have I got to lose in listening and obeying as I go” … and I wondered who or what I would encounter at Bunnings when I got there …

I found a park, and headed straight into Bunnings, and as I did I saw a friend from church that worked there standing at the door giving directions to customers.  I smiled at P and said “Oh, you must be the reason I am here … a blessing for me to see you …” and I stood smiling at her as we had a brief chat before I headed off for my padlock purchase …

I found what I needed and as I headed to the check out to pay, P caught up to me and suggested I let her buy me a coffee …

I hesitated.  I had so much to do in the day.  I felt so ungracious … but I had an urgent case that I needed to attend to, workmen in my garden, a variety of jobs and a small amount of time to complete it all in … I was already behind my own agenda with this extra stop off for God …

She saw me hesitate and said “no pressure, I know you are so very busy …”

I smiled and said … “no, I’m just checking with the Holy Spirit to see what He says … I am very very busy, but He wants me to stop and have a coffee with you … so I will …thank you!” and I explained what I had on my plate and hence my hesitation, not wanting to offend or hurt her …

We chatted, and it was lovely … I felt blessed to stop for a moment and be with a friend …

With her break time up, we wandered back to the check out, me still to pay for my padlock and she walked back to her post at the door.  I stood and waited to pay for my purchase and as I did I looked at the woman serving me and knew I was to offer to pray …

I stopped after paying and said to her:

“This may sound strange, but I am a Christian and I have an overwhelming sense that I need to offer to pray for you … is there anything that I can pray for you for …?”

The woman looked at me, shook a little and teared up …

“Yes” she said … “there is something you can pray for me for … there is … but I …” and she trailed off …

I knew I was not to push for details, it was private and she was suddenly over whelmed …

I said “Its ok, no need to tell me, God knows the details I will bless you, He knows what you need … which is why He wanted me to ask you if you needed prayer … ”

She nodded and as she assented to me praying someone came up behind me to be served …

I stood back saying that I would wait … and as she finished serving that person … another one came for service … seemingly overlooking the other available checkout station … I stood and waited some more … and as she finished with that one … yet another came … and yet another again …

I stood waiting …

So often it  happens, I offer to pray and suddenly the check out isles  fill with customers … the teller is generally nervous with me waiting and so I know to wait looking relaxed, even if I don’t feel relaxed … and I tend to stand there feeling awkward … but I have learnt to be patient … that the time to pray will come, if I can stand my ground … and fulfil my assignment …

I quietly prayed for an opening, for the ebb of people to slow … and it came …

I walked back over, told her my name and she told me she was called “R”. I took her hand and I prayed.  I prayed a blessing, as I said I would, I prayed favour and I prayed wisdom in the pathways forward (I sensed she needed wisdom) … I prayed that God knew what her needs were and that He would meet them … and as I did, her eyes filled with tears …

There was no profound “knowing” or prophetic words that came to me that pierced her situation … just compassion that I had for her in whatever place she found herself in … she wished to remain private and I honoured that … as did God by not giving me any more insight than what I had, and I knew that me offering to pray, and her accepting the prayer, was enough for the Heavenly hosts to move on her behalf and release God’s goodness into her situation …

I finished, sensing I was to bless her with the Father’s blessing … I was to kiss her forehead … I told her that God was pleased with her, loved her, and she shook some more … and I asked if I could kiss her forehead …

She pulled back a little and shook her head, not daring to look at me, barely holding it together, and again I knew enough not to push  it … and instead I kissed my finger tips and gently placed them on her head and I thanked her for letting me pray.  As I walked away the  next customer came … and I saw her  wipe away some tears as she composed herself for the person she had to serve …

I walked past my friend P who could see what I was doing, who knew what I was doing … she had seen me do it before at Bunnings and in fact she has been doing this sort of thing for years in coffee shops and places she would visit …

I stopped by her side and suggested she watch out for R and we both looked over at R wiping away her tears …

I know that R is in good hands … P will watch out for her, as will God!

I left saying to God … “well that was an interesting morning … I saw a friend, had a tea, and had an encounter waiting for me …thank you” and I smiled at Him feeling my deep love for Him, and feeling His deep love for me … it had been a good morning …

I drove home knowing that had I rushed home instead of going to Bunnings for a padlock; had I not stopped for a cuppa I didn’t have time to stop for … I would have missed R, for she was not on the cashier when I was originally heading out … and P would have missed it to know to watch out for her …

I knew that had I not listened to God but listened to my own logic to collect the plumber’s piping that I needed to return that I may have been side tracked with workmen or other matters at home and I potentially would not have got up to Bunnings at all …

I knew that had I not stopped and listened to the fleeting idea; had I not recognised the fleeting idea as God’s idea, and not my own; had I not checked what God wanted me to do with my time that morning; had I not put my agenda on hold for God’s agenda … I would have definitely missed it … I would have missed seeing a friend, being blessed with a chat and a tea and I would have certainly missed being positioned to release God’s love into someone’s life …

Instead, I am so glad that I did listen, and through practice over time I have learnt to stop and check with God when such inconvenient or strange ideas pops into my head from seemingly nowhere … that sometimes those crazy ideas are not so crazy … but God ideas and that He is inviting us to co-labour with Him to work in the family business …

I have missed it so often … but through missing it and letting Holy Spirit speak to me in loving kindness, to teach and train me, I now miss less than I once did.  I had nothing to lose to follow the prompting I felt … and if I got it wrong, I knew my obedience would still please Him … My audience of One …  even if I was wrong I would have got the padlock that I needed.  So often He has us stop for the one as we go about our business … and because of this willingness to stop and to contemplate an idea that made no sense according to my agenda, I was given the privilege to pray for someone and to co-labour with the Creator of the Universe , and in so following God’s agenda rather than my own R now knows that God cares, God loves her and God is real … she had a real encounter to hold onto, she surely experienced a loving Father and this will show her that …

God is Good!

Healed and soaked in God’s goodness…God is Good!

The Sunday following the day that I prayed for my friend at school drop off (see previous post), I texted to see whether her daughter could come over for a play date with my son.  Hearing nothing back, and with a very persistent 6-year-old badgering me, I rang …

Z answered saying that she was just texting me, and she burst into tears, saying she felt so much better with me on the phone … that every time she saw me at drop off or pick up she felt better … that she felt better that my son was friends with her daughter … that she just felt better standing next to me … being near me … she gushed … and I felt embarrassed …

Suffice to say, her daughter could not come to play, little G she was at her grandma’s being looked after because her mum was having single mum overload and needed a little space.

As Z cried she said she had been drafting a lengthy sms to me, explaining how she had been healed of her chest infection … her chest and voice were clear … and she was well.  She then went on to say how much she valued myself and my son and how she felt joy and peace whenever she saw me …

She continued on as my mind raced, feeling overwhelmed with all she was saying, knowing it was Jesus in me, but for her for now I was Jesus to her in her world … and I gently told myself I did not need to fear the responsibility of being perfect for her … I just needed to be real and to listen to and release Him …

I took a deep breath and said to her that what she felt each time I was with her, or each time I spoke to her on the phone, was in fact Jesus; that what she felt when I prayed for her was God, the Holy Spirit, and that what I had she could access for herself … any time, any where …

She listened and I felt Holy Spirit prompt me to help her go to her “God Space.”

So I quietly explained that we all had a God Space, a place where we can all access God, regardless of whether we were a Cristian or not … that God loved us all and wanted relationship with us.   I said “would you like me to show you how?”

She sniffed, and said “… yes” …

So I said, take a few deep breaths in and ask God “Where are you for me right now?” …

She did … she quietly asked “God, where are you for me right now” and I could hear her breathing calm down and sensed the shift over the phone of where she was at …

I gently said …”you may feel Him above you, below you, around you … you may see a colour, a picture, feel a breeze … can you sense Him now? Can you tell me where He is for you right now …”

She said “yes I can feel Him all around me … just like when you pray for me …”

So I said “What else is there about that, that you can tell me” … and I stepped her through the very basic steps of helping someone find their God Space …

She responded “it’s peaceful, it’s calm, it’s like I feel when you pray for me …”

I said “great, that is your God space, now ask Him what He wants to tell you about where you are right now, your situation” for I knew nothing about it … but He did.  What I did know  was really really tough, and I knew better than to be drawn into it all for I did not have the answers, nor the skills, nor the resources to help … but Jesus did …

She responded sniffing a little more, but sounding very calm … “I feel like it is all going to be alright … I don’t know how, but I know it is all going to be alright … I feel really safe, I feel really loved …”

I said “that is God … He is never scary, He is never accusing … you feel love because He is Love, you feel peace because He is Peace, you feel safe because He is safe … now this is how you go to where He is for you, do you think you can do that again?”

She responded “yes, I feel so calm …”

And I then went on to talk about a video that one of the people who follow this blog sent me, a video clip about a Muslim girl who had come to Christ at the expense of the loss of relationship with her mother.  I told her that this girl’s friends who saw her after she had given her heart to Christ had said how “her eyes shone with a new light” more than before … and I said that we used to, and planned to again, run nights at our home where we taught people how to do exactly what she had just done … to know God, to know Jesus for themselves … that perhaps she could perhaps come sometime …

She responded she would like that … and to which she said “I think I may become a Christian, my dad would be ok with that … he’s good that way … it would be whatever worked for me, and he would be ok with that …”

To which I replied that such a decision would be a great one, and that she was surely on a journey with Jesus … He was calling her, and wanted a relationship …

We finished up our call … she resting in the peace and glow that was Heaven sent … resting in The One … and me amazed at a good and beautiful God … amazed that just doing life with Him, draws people to Him …

I am so glad I chose to “out” myself at my son’s new school two terms ago (see earlier story) … and pray for a young single mum whose mum was ill … for, whatever reason, she is drawn to me … and her daughter is drawn to my son … in fact, I don’t believe it is me she is necessarily drawn to, but the One in me … I am willing to listen to His lead, and release Him as I go … and I believe she will take Him as her own … soon … and as she does I am happy to be there by her side, to walk the journey with her and as and when she does she will continue to discover and marvel at the truth that …

God is Good!

Pinky pain leaves … God is Good!

I rushed through the torrential rain and winds to the door of the piano teachers studio, two children in tow, hair flying, music flapping and trying earnestly to control a fly away golfing umbrella … Melbourne at its wintery best!

Inside stood a mother and her two young children clearly waiting for us to come in … the family that had a lesson before us.

Over the last year my daughter, son and I have got to know them a little.  My children happily practice their Japanese on them (the mother is from Japan) and I give music learning tips to her children (I used to teach), and try to gently encourage them to be all they can be.

On occasion I have prophesied over them, without it being “official”.  In that the eldest son called N was struggling with his practice, I gave him some tips and said that I felt he was a really great musician, and that I could see him playing the saxophone …

“How did you know that he wanted to play that!” exclaimed the mother … N listening intently … I responded that I just knew he would make a great sax player …

To be honest – it shocked me that he wanted to play the sax too … one of those, being naturally prophetic without trying to be prophetic … I think we are all like that, more than we know … but I am still like a kid in a candy store when it happens 🙂

Anyway, as we have got to know them, conversations have come up and we have talked about our faith, the mother has discussed how she was raised a Buddhist; her husband a Catholic … and she would ask questions … lots and lots of questions …

I have also had many occasions to openly pray for them.  Nursed her daughter when she has entered the studio in tears when there has been conflict, and prayed for her, and then held the mother when she has come in to the studio in a flood of tears over a school incident involving her son, and prayed for her and the son …

I have prophesied over her at her request, prayed for her destiny to open, released wisdom and knowledge of the “next step” … her daughter and son watching, absorbing the situation, the environment …

It was not always convenient … to be honest some days I just wanted to sit and be quiet … but here was a family hungry for God … although they do not know it just yet … I think they just like having us around …

You could say … we have done lots of life together in that little music lesson studio … my kids … her kids … the music teachers … and the mum and I … !

Well this particular stormy afternoon N had hurt his little finger … his pinky … and as I walked in and saw him holding it up gingerly, bent and swollen out of shape, his mother exclaimed “B will know just what we should do!”

A bit taken aback … I am not a doctor, nor do I claim to have any medical background … and feeling a tad panicked at the statement I asked what had happened … Aussie Rules Footy accident … ball landed square on his pinky … and he held it up gingerly for me to inspect …

It didn’t look too good, so I offered to pray, put my drenched umbrella down and gently wrapped my hand around his crooked, swollen little finger … which looked for all intents and purposes broken!

N is about 12 years old, and I think because I have consistently called the gold out in him, encouraged him and cared about his life and that of his family, he somehow has a soft spot for me … and as I stood, children around me readying themselves for their lesson, N looked earnestly into my eyes … open and obviously in pain … and so I prayed.

I told his little finger to be healed in Jesus name, I commanded the swelling to go down in Jesus name, I commanded any break to be healed and I released the testimony of A being healed of two broken legs (in other words I retold it) and I continued to release the Holy Spirit to do His thing …

N and I both felt the swirling and N’s finger got hot …  he blinked looking into my eyes …

Feeling a bit foolish with his pinky in my hand I spoke to the mum and suggested she get it onto ice immediately, and get him to a doctor regardless, just to be sure … and I continued to hold on until he told me the heat had receded … as I felt the anointing lift I asked him how it felt …

“A little better” was the response, and he moved it … which he had not been able to do before … the pain had receded too …

I took it again, the heat came again, and I continued to release the Holy Spirit into and him as he intently stared at me … the anointing swirling …

I waited until he told me it had lifted again … he tested his finger again … much better he said and the swelling certainly looked like it had lessened, the colour not so angry and the movement was certainly better …

I turned to his mother and encouraged her to take him to the doctor on the way home and to ice it regardless and I turned to him and told him about a little boy called R who had sprained his ankle three or so years ago.  I said that he had felt heat, cool, tingles and a wind, and then he had removed his bandage and run through the school play ground completely healed … I then told N how I had warned R at the time that sometimes the pain tries to come back, and that R was to command it to go in the name of Jesus, to speak to that pain and say “No, B prayed for it to go, it went, it’s not coming back in the name of Jesus!”

On that occasion, as we had walked back to  the car, the pain had come back, and so I told R to do what I had said and as he did it left immediately and he was instantly healed of his sprain from then on …

I told N, if the pain tries to come back, that he was to say “no, in the name of Jesus, pain leave now!”

N nodded … looking at me intently and I sensed that I was to offer to lay hands on him for the same gift of healing so he could lay hands on himself … he kept looking intently at me and nodded quite enthusiastically, his face brightening … and so I stood again, held his hands in mine and in the name of Jesus released the gift of healing in faith through the laying on of hands …

Now … I know that many will have all sorts of technical,theological comments around this … I did too and my head was screaming at me about it, but I have learnt to go with what I sense God is asking of me, and I figure He knows … it is not my place to make it technical, it is my place to do what I see the Father doing …

After I had done what I sensed I was to do I asked God “Do you want me to ask him if He want to ask Jesus into his heart” and I felt that the response I got was “No, ask if he wants to be filled with the Holy Spirit …” I was a bit surprised by this, but who knows … I did what I felt I was being asked to do again, and N nodded earnestly, even excitedly and I said to him “just ask Holy Spirit to fill you up N” and he did … he proclaimed “Holy Spirit fill me up” … and as he did a strong wave of anointing swept over us … he looked up at me teary but smiling and his mother stood and started to cry …

I stepped back, smiling and saying … there you have “it” N, and I turned to his mum, who was shocked at her tears and as she stood gently brushing them away, shaking, she said “I don’t know why I’m crying, this feels amazing” to which I responded … “its ok, it often happens, God comes and we cry …”

She kept crying and shaking a little and said “I feel so much peace and love …”

I said “that is because God is peace and God is love … He is here … heaven is here … you are feeling Him … He loves you …”

She smiled exclaiming the awe of it all, and I noted that a sense of awe had filled the little waiting room …

She thanked me over and over saying how tired I must be … but I said that the healing and the love and the peace … when I pray it comes through me, and over me, and like a hose that remains wet on the inside when water is released through it … so I get blessed as God and Heaven is released through me … “I’m just the hose … He is the water …” I said “I get to sense and feel, and walk in the overflow so I am good, not tired at all, in fact I get refreshed!” and I smiled.

“This is what Christianity is about” I explained, not for the first time, “a personal relationship  with the Creator of the Universe who cares and loves us all” and I smiled …

As I write I wonder if I should have led her to Christ then and there … I feel at peace that I did not go there that day, she has been having encounters on and off for the year … and I sense He is wooing her and her family … there will come a day for her … or days … for He will not ever stop calling her …

God is a lover of our souls … and I believe He woos us … we introduce Him … or He barges in on them through dreams or an encounter, but more often than not I believe it is us … His body that need to make the introduction … I believe we are to let them taste Him, feel Him, see Him … working not just in us but through us … I believe He wants them to experience Him by working through us … as they watch us doing life with Him in us … as we allow Him to be revealed and released through and around us …

I’ve been looking forward all week to hearing about how N got on … but we didn’t get to piano this week.  Next Wednesday I will see … but in the meantime I know that God is wooing them all, calling them to Himself because …

God is Good!

Links to A’s story of healing and a family’s salvation (in three parts) see: Part 1 for the start of the story and Part 2 and Part 3 for the praise reports

“Reunification” was the word-God is Good!

Yesterday afternoon I was travelling interstate to attend a conference. The plane landed and I struggled to free my on board luggage from the overhead locker, and unintentionally invaded a gentleman’s space.

I apologised and as we stood to wait to disembark he asked if it was “home” and I said “no … I was attending a Christian conference”. He went on to say he was visiting his family, but that he was meant to have his daughter with him, but that she was ill. He then went on to mention that his daughter had not been able to come because she had broken out into a rash.

I said “what a shame”, and as we disembarked, climbing down the ladder onto the tarmac, I offered to pray. He readily agreed and so we stood at the base of the stairs of the plane and I introduced myself, explaining I was a Christian, and he introduced himself back saying he was a Christian too!  We laughed, I took his hand, and I invited the Holy Spirit to come.  We prayed for his daughter to be healed, for her histamine levels to come back into normal range and for her immune system to tolerate the penicillin (he had said it was an allergic reaction to penicillin). I then felt I “heard” the word “reunification” or “reunion” or something along those lines and I mentioned it to him, explaining that it made no sense to me, but asking if it did to him.

He looked at me and said “that does mean something to me … My wife and I are separated …” and as we walked into the terminal together he explained that he was separated, that was visiting family for four days and that he and his wife had separated, he felt, due to the over protectiveness she had with their two children, the fear that something might happen … He continued saying that she had been pregnant previous to him meeting her and that child had died … She had a very understandable fear that her children may also die … and as I heard the story my heart went out to them as a couple and to her as a woman, or girl, who had got pregnant young, had a child out of wedlock who had suffered the sadness and grief of having that child die … only to have two more with a husband, but to be filled with a constant fear for her children’s safety ..

As we walked in, his parents greeted him and he introduced me to them, explaining that I had prayed for him, that I was a Christian too, here for a conference. They asked me what conference I was attending… I told them and they said … “Oh how funny our grand-daughter is the worship leader there … Make sure you say hello to her …”!
I looked at S (the gentleman I had prayed for) and said “were you planning to come along?”

He said “no”, he hadn’t planned to but he then responded that he just may, since it was Friday night Saturday day and Saturday night…

I then quickly switched the conversation back to his wife.  I felt an urgency to pray for her for as he had spoken about his wife, I had felt my compassion stir, and I knew I needed to pray.

I mentioned this and he agreed, and so we stood, and prayed for his wife.  I prayed as I felt led, for her to feel the Fathers heart, for her to be released from all fear, for His love to surround her, and for her to be released from the condemnation she had felt as an unmarried mother.  I prayed that she would know the love of God in a tangible way, to know that she was not to blame for the death of her child, that she was free of judgement, and for her to feel the peace of God in a tangible way, for her to know beyond any doubt that it was safe to releases her children into His care. I then prayed for their marriage, for unity and for reunification…

S stood and agreed with me.  He looked tangibly moved, and as I prayed I knew that his wife was the main reason for me to stop to pray. I had felt to pray about the daughter, but the compassion had come and the heavy tangible sense of the anointing had swept around us as I had prayed for his wife…I felt that, yes, I was meant to pray for the daughter, the allergic reaction was not God’s will, however, it was a means to an end, where God could then show His love to the father, and release His heart of reunification and healing for the marriage and for the mother…

God had set me up again!  God had set S up too!  And, the extraordinary “coincidence” of his niece being the worship leader at the conference that I was going to, that the father was free to come to the conference if he so chose because he was there on his own, indicated to him, I believe, that God cared, that God had it in hand, that God “saw” him, and with that, God was drawing S to Himself, and through him, his family would be drawn too, just because…

God is so very, very Good!

Special education was her passion; Heaven her destination because…God is Good!

My daughter and I were up at the local shopping centre last Friday … checking school shoe size to ensure her feet were not cramped for the start of the new term.

As we ducked through a department store, I quickly noticed a jumper and felt to buy it and so, after checking size and colour, we proceeded to the cashier desk.

A beautiful young girl “Alicia” came to serve us, and as she processed the sale and bagged up my purchase I knew I was to ask her if I could pray for her.

She finished  processing the sale, and as she did I chatted to her, feeling my way through the “words of knowledge” that were popping  into my mind.   I mentioned that I felt she was not destined to work at the store, that there was something else to her future.  I asked her about that, and she  mentioned that she was studying  to become a teacher.  I explained I was a Christian and that I wanted to know if I could pray for her, for her destiny to open up and she readily agreed.  So, I took her hand in mine and listened for what God wanted me to pray … patiently listening, with my daughter by my side.

The word “travel” came to mind, and I sensed that it was “overseas travel”.  I asked her about this and she agreed she was saving up to travel overseas.  And so with the start of my “assignment” I proceeded to bless her finances, and declared “open doors” to her destiny.  I then “heard” the words “special ed”.  I again queried her, saying: “I know you are studying to become a teacher, but I sense that your heart is in special education, is that right?”   She took a breath, saying that yes, special education was her passion …

I then proceeded to pray open doors for her into the field of special education and I blessed those desires of her heart, declaring and telling her that she was going to be a marvellous special education teacher, that I sensed she would bless many “special ed children” and their families, that she would in fact alter destinies of those she taught for the better, … she would be  great, great blessing … and I knew these words to be so … I just knew

I then felt I heard the words “UK” … United Kingdom, and I asked her if she was travelling there.  She said she, in fact, wanted to travel to the USA to meet friends that were apparently having a blast over there.  I smiled and said to her to not discount the idea of travelling to the  United Kingdom, that there may be opportunities for her there and open doors for her to teach in special education and I said the UK was a wonderful place to live  … but, I also said, “I could also be wrong in that … just don’t discount the idea though” … and I smiled …

My daughter grinned up at me, and tugged on my arm in excitement, and Alicia said to me that she was shocked that I would know these things about her and so I explained to her that I knew these things not because I was special but because God wanted me to know them so that I could pray for her for them to come to pass, and so that she would know that she was loved by Him …

I then felt to ask her if she wanted Jesus Christ in her heart and I said: “you have not asked Jesus into your heart yet … have you?”

She replied she that she hadn’t asked Him into her heart, and so on an unction I asked her if she wanted to do so.  She thought  for a moment and said “yes, I do” and so in the women’s clothing section  she gave her heart to Jesus Christ, accepting what He had done for her on the cross and asking Him to fill her heart …

Once finished I felt to give her my mobile (cell) phone number and name, and I briefly explained my background so she would be comfortable to know I was not a fruit loop … and I left, with my 9-year-old daughter’s face shining, with me thoroughly washed in the love of Jesus (because that which flows through you, leaves a residual Presence … which, is why it is so much fun to do this) and with Alicia staring at us as we left … and, as she stared she would have seen a very ordinary mum and daughter … off to buy school shoes, hand in hand leaving behind a beautiful and much-loved young woman with a bright destiny open, and a salvation obtained.

I will be surprised if she does call me, I hope she does.  Some do call, but many don’t.  I may be criticised for this … leading someone to Christ but not following them up personally.  I used to, and ran myself ragged, and I now feel a peace about this because, I feel that unless God prompts me to get their number and chase them up, that He has their best interests at heart, and I trust that He will call them into His Church, into His Body …  and I feel that I leave them free to contact me as and when they wish … it is their journey with a loving Father, and hence their call …

Regardless, I do what I feel I am required to do, and I “go about My Father’s business” (Luke 2:49), as best can, and as I do I am certain and sure that they will know, that Alicia now knows that …

God is Good!

One more for the Kingdom…He wooed her well because God is Good!

I was heading interstate a few weeks ago, and while at the airport, I stopped to buy a tea and fruit salad, having rushed the entire day.

As I stood to pay for my purchase I felt the usual prompting to offer to pray for her … to stop for the one … to pray for Mona

She readily agreed to my suggestion after I quickly told her the story from Coles, and I asked what in particular she may need prayer for.  She motioned for me to come over, to the edge of the serving area, and so I followed her to the end of the counter …

She headed up to the end of the counter where it was a little more private and I took her hands in mine.  I blessed her, calling forth her destiny.  I asked her a few questions, sensing that she was in transition, she had just come to the end of something and she was not yet sure what she wanted to do, that she was artistic and so I encouraged her to step into it … she agreed with the words of knowledge and she asked me how I knew, I must be psychic …

I told her that God speaks to us all, and that since He loved her and wanted to reach out to her, through me, in this instance, He would let me know the areas of her life that He wanted to impact, to have prayed for, so I could make His plans a reality through agreeing with His intentions for her life … I explained that this was what Christians called being “prophetic”.

I sensed that I was to invite her into the Kingdom of Heaven, make an invitation to her to ask Jesus into her heart and life, but feeling awkward, I let her get on with her work …

I sat down and chatted to my friend, mentioning that I had “missed it”, he nodded, agreeing, knowing that I had too.  In any case, I drank my tea, and noticed that as we chatted she kept looking over to us …

Not long after … she came right out to us, leaving the serving area, to where we were sitting and asked ernestly:

Will God heal me of something?

Sure” my friend said and we listened as she explained what had been wrong.  She explained that she had undergone extensive surgery to remove growths on her uterus, she was still in pain from the surgery … she didn’t want to growths to come back, she wanted a full recovery.

My friend recounted a testimony of a friend who had been completely healed of uterine cancer a couple of weeks before and I then stood, placed my hand on her abdomen … and we prayed … Holy Spirit was all around …

She then looked at me and said excitedly “Do you know anything about numbers?” and she asked me again if I was psychic … she kept on …

I keep getting the same numbers over and over and I do not understand what they all mean.” She explained that, over the last couple of weeks, she kept getting, noticing, seeing 111 and 10:10 …

I laughed saying that those numbers were the exact ones that I often got at very “coincidental” times and I explained how whenever I felt like He had wanted me to stop for someone and I did, that I would often see the sequence of “111” straight after and, after speaking to a Christian friend who could interpret dreams, visions and numbers (thank you DH), I came to understand that it meant, “My Beloved Son” … “My beloved Daughter” or “I love you” … (see Mark 1:11).

The “111 thing” started happening for me just after Leif Hetland had come to our church a year ago.  Leif had released the “Blessing of the Father” … and within a week, these strange coincidences started happening with “111” … it has since become part of my personal vocabulary that God uses to speak to me.  For example, about a week after the Leif Hetland seminar, I had stopped for a girl with a broken arm at the shops with my toddler, when I hadn’t really wanted to stop.  I prayed for her healing and led her to the Lord.  As I left, running late for something and with a toddler who was well and truly over the shops, I flicked on my phone and as I did up flashed 1:11 …

This would happen everywhere, it was ridiculous … 111 on number plates just after pleasing Him, stopping for someone, 111 on an advertisement, or in a headline that I would see just after feeling down, when I felt I had failed Him … it still happens now … last Sunday night, when I had been questioning things and I was feeling sad and challenged, I looked up at the Tour de France on tv, and straight across the backside of the bike rider that panned into the camera shot was … yes … 111 … twice!  Once on his left hip and once on his right hip!  God was saying “I Love You!” … “I see you” … “I appreciate you” … it actually made me laugh … and I always say right back … “I love you too!”

I mentioned the pattern to her and she smiled …

What about 10:10?” she asked

I replied that I had been seeing this everywhere for a while, and a Christian friend who had studied at Bethel had once suggested it was indicating the completion of a cycle and the start of a cycle (thank you JS) … which also made her smile … saying that she had completed a tough time in her life, that she felt the surgery was the end of that time and that she was about to start something new … as confirmed with my prophetic words over her life before …

As we spoke my friend did a quick search and suggested that “111” could also mean “open doors” which also resonated with her … and I laughed saying well … “Jesus IS the door … He is knocking … will you invite Him in …?”

It was at this point that I knew I was to now invite her into a relationship with Jesus …

I pointed out this “coincidence” and the “coincidence of me stopping and asking her if I could pray, after a cycle of a couple of weeks of her seeing and noticing these numbers in such a way that she had been querying it, and I quietly asked her if she wanted to ask Jesus into her heart, explaining a little about it to her and feeling the Holy Spirit, the anointing, swirling all around …

My friend teared up, as did I and she just quietly responded … “yes” …

She prayed asking Jesus to fill her, to come into her heart.  She invited the Holy Spirit to fill her to over flowing … she used her own words after I had explained the basics and what it meant.  I told her God would give her the words … and He did.  I then blessed her, commanding all darkness to leave and for her to be filled with the Light of Jesus …

She glowed, fired up by this all …

My friend and I glowed and dabbed the tears …

I promised that on my way back through the following day I would drop some materials off for her to go through (which I did) and I gave her my number and hugged her goodbye …

She waved us off as we left for our flight … she was afresh and full of the glow of a loving encounter with a Magnificent God …

She had been wooed with the oddities of numbers.  God had positioned me, who had also been wooed in a similar, and strange way … We had connected and God invited her in through the Open Door that is Jesus, into a relationship with Himself …

Her journey began before I came on the scene … and her journey will continue …

She saw and will continue to see, a kind God at work in her life …

She discovered that God so loved her, that He wooed her, He called her … He arranged the ordinary to become so highlighted that her attention was drawn to them, and then He sent a stranger to stop and pray …  one who could unpack some of her journey, having had a similar strange experiences … and He let her know, through this and a stranger taking time to stop for the one that …

God is Good!

Post Script: we all have a journey that is as unique and as special as we are!  We are all positioned in communities and in places where those that will relate to us congregate … God has a purpose and a plan for our lives, including where we go, where we live and what we do … and if we will just stop and listen to Him, walk in His Presence, be aware of the realities of His Kingdom and purposes … we will hear and stop and see His goodness … I encourage you … there are people all around you just waiting for you to be who you are so they can discover whose they can be …