More prayer in the ICU … His Little Princess … God is Good!

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!

The synchronicity of walking with God … God is Good!

Special time with God and prayer for kindy teacher’s husband – Wednesday 13th October 2010

After school drop off, and a few other jobs, I had about 40 minutes to spend with God.  I felt inclined to go and sit and have coffee at a coffee shop right on the water’s edge.

I headed to the coffee spot and sat quietly sensing God saying to just enjoy the quiet – no need to “do” anything.  As I got this and settled into just being with God in the moment, nothing else, I looked down and saw a little feather sitting on my lap …

God is kind … and funny too … He made me smile in that moment, and even now when I recollect it, the memory makes me smile still …

After sitting peacefully for a while I texted a word of encouragement to a new Christian and headed off to collect M from kindy.

The kindy teacher had been overseas for a holiday and today was her first day back.  During this time her husband had developed double pneumonia and was hospitalised in Hungary.  They had just managed to get him home, at which time her husband was immediately admitted into hospital due to the infection going to his heart.

We had been praying for them since Monday, which was when we had first heard the news, and as I drove to kindy I had a sense that I was to pray for her with another friend from kindy that also attended our church.

I spoke to M’s teacher who said she wanted prayer for her husband and we waited for all the children to leave, and for my friend from church to arrive to collect her son.  When we were all there we joined hands and started to pray.  Another Mum saw us and joined the group … like another Christian coming out of “the closet”, so to speak.  There we all were in the middle of the kindy, holding hands and praying for M’s teacher’s husband, the new Mum prayed in tongues, and a beautiful sense of God enveloped us all.  The other girls later said they felt electricity as we prayed.  We also prayed for God’s peace to envelop and stay with M’s teacher – which she said she felt.

I then offered to go to the hospital to pray for her husband, which M’s teacher said she would like.  She said she would arrange it with her husband. 

The encounter was was a truly lovely moment – with a divinely timed appointment with the other Christian Mum who attends another local church … God is so lovely in how He times these things … and boy did that Mum get fired up with the encounter and seeing how we could pray for people in public

It was on this day that I started to feel a beautiful synchronicity happening as I walked with God.  There was a sense of great peace and calm that was escorting me through life (as would a gentleman escort a lady to a dance).  It felt so lovely, so peaceful, even warm … so lovely in fact that I wondered if I had somehow missed something … and it was then that I realised what was “missing” so to speak … there was an absolute absence of striving … I was, and as I write now I am gently reminded that this is how life is meant to be, how we are designed to walk … in peace with a quiet sense of joy indescribable with a God whom loves us, with a complete absence of striving, and I believe that this is the case purely because …

God is Good!

Prayer at Kindy – Monday Arvo 11 October 2010

This was an early “stepping out on a word of knowledge” in front of people I knew and respected and while it may seem a mundane testimony, it wasn’t for me … for me, it was a huge step of faith … hearing a word of knowledge and stepping out to ask if it was relevant (and you will see I was the second person to ask the question so I think she got her answer in “2 or 3 witnesses”). It was also huge to even offer to pray, not just to couch the suggestion of water in everyday terms, I had a strong urging to pray … and she was touched …
In addition, while the sense of the anointing is not always present, I left the encounter greatly blessed and drenched in the Love of God … I was greatly encouraged and blessed, as was she purely because … God is Good!

Children learn what they live … God is Good!

A book was left in my letter box.  There was no card, no note … just a book.  The book is called Their name is Today: Reclaiming Childhood in a Hostile World” by Johann Christoph Arnold.  I have not read it yet … so I cannot attest one way or another as to its value but it looks good …

I brought the book into my home, wondering who had left it for me … wondering whether it was for me, whether it had been put into the right letter box.  At first I had thought it must be junk mail … until I looked a little closer … I then wondered whether the book was left there by accident …?  I doubted it … many people know that I love books on parenting, books that call children into their destiny, that discuss how to equip them into becoming the best that they can be … books like The woman who changed her brain: How I left my learning disability behind and other stories of cognitive transformation by Barbara Arrow-Smith Young.  Books like this fascinate me, and so I thought perhaps someone, knowing my interests, had popped it into my letter box.  I don’t know, but I’m going to read it in any case because as I flicked through its pages briefly … and glanced at a few passages … it looked promising … the passages I read as I wandered up my hallway immediately inspired me … including this at page 94:

Children Learn What They Live

By Dorothy Law Nolte PhD Writer and Family Counsellor

If children live with criticism,
They learn to condemn.
If children live with hostility,
They learn to fight.
If children live with ridicule,
They learn to be shy.
If children live with shame,
They learn to feel guilty.
If children live with encouragement,
They learn confidence.
If children live with tolerance,
They learn to be patient.
If children live with praise,
They learn to appreciate.
If children live with acceptance,
They learn to love.
If children live with approval,
They learn to like themselves.
If children live with honesty,
They learn truthfulness.
If children live with security,
They learn to have faith in themselves and others.
If children live with friendliness,
They learn the world is a nice place in which to live.

Copyright © 1972/1975 by Dorothy Law Nolte

This is the author-approved short version.
click here for link to the long version

As I read, I knew I needed to post this poem/commentary onto God is Good!  This was no coincidence.  The book had to be for me … (and a friend who I called, thinking she had left it for me but she hadn’t … she is a children’s pastor and after reading two passages to her, she put her name on it next!)

In any event, I knew I needed to post … if purely to invoke thought about how we raise our children … how we treat the children around us … how we treat one another as God’s children … how we “hear” from God as children … for isn’t He the perfect parent?

And so, agree with Dorothy Law Noite, that children (that is all of us) learn through what I would call “loving kindness” for it is loving kindness that leads us to repentance (a change of mind and hence behaviour) (Romans 2:4).  I believe that we learn best this way, and I believe that this is so purely and simply because …

God is Good!

Hey, you…God is Good!

Anyone that knows me personally knows that my family and I, have been going through a massive transition.  Mostly wonderful, lots of stretching, some challenging … some shaking … but all for good!

In transition it can be difficult (more so for some than others) to not feel completely overwhelmed, especially when the change is sudden and swift.

Looking back, you can see God’s handprint all over it.  Fortunately I had listened to seemingly odd instructions like “don’t pick that one up … let go of that commitment … tell them you are not available (although in the natural you are) … only pick that one up until the end of the year …” My husband has had similar experiences and seasons are now ending for him too … we can see God’s hand print all over it … and although the panic may arise we declare with our mouths that God has it in hand, that He orchestrated all this and He will make a way forward …

None of it’s been bad … in fact it is as a result of walking in God’s favour that such a shift is taking place … you can see His favour all over it … and we know His purposes are in it … yet such changes can be unsettling to say the least …

Last year was also a very tough year for many reasons … and so we came to the end of 2013 looking for some quiet, some peace … we didn’t get it, but break through came … all over the place … starting in late January!

It is in these seasons we can get overwhelmed with the transition, with the shaking, with the chaos, and forget to see His hand in our every day life …

Well … if you look and hold onto His goodness you will find it …

When I was at my lowest about a week and a half ago, I sat on the couch, and was willing myself to get moving, reminding myself that it would all settle.  As I got up and going there was a knock at the door and there standing in my doorway was an angel … a friend who has had such a massive and challenging journey herself in the last three years … She said:

“I just felt I had to come”,

and in her hands were roses and chocolates.

I teared up … knowing she was letting me know I was loved by her and God was letting me know that I was loved by Him … He had sent her, she had heard His prompting, and she responded … the timing was supernatural!

She came in.  We had a tea, we had a chat, and she left … me not just knowing intellectually that God is Good, God is Love but experiencing His goodness … His Love …

A week later, I get a call from the same girl …

“I have made dinner for you and it’s on your doorstep” …

Now please know, her child has been severely ill.  Is hospitalized regularly, and had just undergone surgery … yet she was responding to a God urge to bless me whose entire family is walking in favour and breakthrough.  She regularly celebrates our joy, our break through and our success as if it were her own, knowing that her family’s is coming, she genuinely feeds on the goodness of God in her own life and in other’s lives, knowing that the ultimate breakthrough in healing for daughter is on it’s way …

And the kisses kept coming …

Two friends prophesy at a conference … I bump into loved friends, all of who are a delight to see, and, most recently, a card arrives in the post, from another friend who I have known since I was four, completely out of my church circle, and outside of my local community circle … she said later she knew she had to do what she did … and the card said:

Hey, you.

Yep, you.

The one feeling a little weary.

Carrying that load.

Fighting this battle.

You’re beautiful, you know that?

It’s true.

And you can do this with Him.

With His power.

I know it.

I feel it.

Keep going, girl.

You feel like your strength is small.

But it’s not.

It’s BIG.

World-changing big.

Life-altering big.

Make-it-over-that-mountain big.

BIG enough for you to do what you need to do.

Because your strength is as big as the God in you.

Copyright: Holley Gerth 2011

This one did me in and it made me get very teary.  I read it a lot at the moment.

God knew what I was walking in, and He had told a friend to be His hands, His heart to me … she had taken time shop and to write and to send … she had taken the time to listen to her Father in Heaven and to co-labour with Him … and in her doing so she encouraged a friend unknowingly at a crucial time of challenge and stretch …

I don’t believe He has done all this for me because I go out and do stuff for Him, I believe that He does this for me because I am His most Beloved Daughter … His Beloved Son …

I believe He does this purely and simple because …

God is Good!

Sleeping in the storm … God is Good!

Last Thursday I was free for the first time this year to walk up to my daughter’s school to collect her … 6-year-old M had a play date straight after school and there were no after school activities to rush to …

This particular day had been a typical Melbourne Spring day … sunshine in the morning, proceeded with rain patches … rain patches … and then rain … no patch … just rain … rain … and so by about 2pm I prayed and said:

God, I would like to collect R from school, and I would like to walk up to get her … so we can walk home quietly and talk to one another

After my request/prayer, I then spoke to the weather and said: “in the name of Jesus you will stop raining at 3pm …” and I quietly agreed with myself that I would walk up if the rain had stopped by three … in faith that the rain had stopped …

I thought nothing more, until 3pm came around, the skies were cloudy, but clear and lighter … and so I gathered my rain coat and umbrella (“oh, yea of little faith” you may say … I would say “wisdom” :-)) and I joyfully made my way up to my daughters school, entering the grounds a different way to normal, just sensing God’s gentle guidance about the way I should go, the pathway to take …

I was really really early and pondered what to do.  I thought about a few a options and felt God say “just sit down” and so I decided to sit outside her classroom and enjoy the moment of solitude … trying not to feel like a goose being so early …

Not much time had passed when one of the teachers walked out of the class room and said “Hello” …

She was all smiles and said “I was thinking about you a couple of days ago …”

Now, she is another I have prayed for … a few times.

The first time was with the school chaplain in a prayer meeting … where we prayed for staff …

The second time was with her, when God basically said to say “Can I pray for you, it’s your turn … you have not been overlooked …” to which she had responded with tears “oh yes, I have so wanted you to pray for me, I’ve been waiting for you to pray for me …” …

At the time I had seen Heaven’s delight at her being born and I told her the details of what I saw, the celebration in Heaven, the joy and delight of the angels and I confirmed that God had His sights set on her …”

She cried …

I asked if I could hug her …

She threw herself into my arms saying passionately “YES”!

The encounter was quite dramatic for her … she was hungry for a touch from God …

I have prayed one other time for her that I can think of … and suggested that she may like to join us some time at our home, where we help people to learn about and access God for themselves … she said she would like that …

Anyway …. I digress …

This particular afternoon last week she walked over to me and I felt to see if she needed a hug …

She did, so I hugged her and asked if she were ok …

I then prayed for her as I held her (she’s only little) and released “peace”.  I then felt to say that she would learn how to sleep in the storm, that if she could sleep in a storm, then she truly knew that she had peace … and I started to tell her the story of Jesus asleep in the storm (see Matt 8:24 and Mark 4:37) … and I said I felt that this story was just for her … that God wanted to be her Peace … that when we can rest in the storm, then we know we truly have “Peace” …

She gasped and said … that is exactly the scripture that Rev P gave me when I spoke to her, referring to the Book of Matthew …

I laughed, and said “that is soooo funny, and soooo God …”

I explained that He loved her and that the Bible says that through 2 or 3 witnesses He will confirm a thing (2 Corinthians 13:1) … and that here He was confirming that this was her scripture … one she could read, learn, ponder upon and ask Him, what she needed to draw out of it … I encouraged her to sit and ask God questions about the scripture and to journal what she “heard” … “felt” Him say to her …

Now, she’s not yet a Christian … I think … but I cannot really know … but here was God giving her a scripture for this season of her life, through the school chaplain and myself, independently, giving her confirmation of who He wanted to be for her, and in doing so showing her how much He loved her, had her in His sights, while teaching her, drawing her to His word … teaching her to incline her ear to Him …

She was shocked and amazed and jumped up and down excitedly saying over and over how amazing it was … and to be honest, while this sort of thing has happened over and over to me, I’m still like a kid in a candy shop … I still delight and am amazed and I am still in awe when it happens like this … I said, laughing … “I know I get a real shock every time He does this too … ”

She got a little teary and I said to her that if she ever felt the need she could call, that I was happy to give her my number (since protocol dictated that she should not get it off the school data base) to which she said she would do so and would want to get in contact when the school year had finished … protocol again …

I nodded at the wisdom in that, in that, while she is not my daughters teacher, she is still close at hand and the year needed to be complete …

Still excited at what God had just done for her she jumped around (she is like a fun, joy filled fire cracker … the angels really did rejoice over her when she was born … she is a delight) and she bounded back into class saying …

“I know why you were here early”  (I had told her I had got here early and felt like a goose) … “you were were here early FOR ME!  You were here early FOR! ME!” and she laughed and bounded and bounced full of delight and joy all the way back into her room …

I think that she was right.  I was there early for her … and through this encounter and other encounters (through me and who ever else God brings to her, like Rev P) she is catching the fact that God loves her … she is clearly learning … she clearly knows that … God loves HER and 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!

“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!

And Peace flooded her soul … God is Good!

We had half an hour to take a hat back, buy a pan and get to a family function.  We determinedly walked through the shopping centre, having prayed and received the perfect park … God’s favour was with us 🙂 … it always is!

We entered the store to return the hat.  The girl behind the counter recognised me, as I did her, but she looked tired and said as much saying how she felt “down”, that the recent overcast mornings had impacted her soul and reflected her overcast state of being … she looked colourless, tired and drained …

We kept chatting as she processed my return.  She finished up and as she did I knew I needed to pray for her … for her to have joy, peace, and for a sense of hope to come …

As she handed me my credit card and docket and I contemplated the offer to pray, and in my hesitation the store filled up with customers, others came to the counter for service and the phone began to ring …

Missed it I thought … now I’ll have to wait … or go … blow!”

I looked around behind me as she talked on the phone and saw my son, daughter and husband still “cruising” the shelves … seemingly content …

She put the phone down to look for the required item, the customer waiting on the other end, I ignored the person to my right waiting for service, I ignored the phone call, and said:

“Give me your hand” … and reached out over the counter, my hand extended.

She did, and as she did I invited the Holy Spirit to come, I quickly said:

“I’m going to pray for you, I’m a Christian …”

and proceeded to command depression to leave and I released hope, joy, faith, and peace into and around her …

I finished quickly, knowing that we were all in a hurry … As I did I said “do you feel that?” feeling the anointing sweep all around me …

“I do, I do,” she said and teared up ever so slightly. 

I watched as her face lost the greyness and colour flooded her countenance … the look of stress left immediately, and peace, a quiet sense of joy, flooded her features.  I told her that her face had regained colour and told her to look in the mirror …

I leant over and kissed her hand, saying that God loved her very much and she instantly smacked a big pink kiss straight back onto my hand leaving a big kiss mark and she looked at me and kept saying …

I felt that … I definitely felt that …. That was amazing … I felt that …I feel so much better” and she smiled.

I responded saying that God had asked me to pray for her, because He loved her, and didn’t want her feeling the way she had been, that tomorrow she would wake and feel amazing …

She quickly finished the phone call, served the other people and essentially followed us around the store smiling and saying …

I feel so much better … I really felt that … that was amazing … thank you”

We left the store with plenty of time to find our “pan purchase”, satisfied that the hat had been returned, and that, yet another person, had experienced that, indeed … yes in deed …

God is Good!

Giving chocolate cake kisses in the midst of crisis …

Are you willing to look around you, regardless of your personal circumstances, and love another human being on purpose?

Today I was the recipient of a chocolate cake kiss.  No … not a mucky, wet chocolate cake kiss from my children, but a chocolate cake kiss from a friend, a beautiful friend who intentionally loved me regardless of being in the midst of a time of grief and sadness.

A few weeks back a friend who has a daughter at my son’s kindy received the news that both her parents had died in a car crash.  I was privileged to be available to support her and her family with some practical things … and … I was permitted to pray and release God’s love and peace more than once …

This girl is a beautiful person, kind, caring, honest, compassionate … and, in midst of her time of great grief she saw me, struggling with a nasty cold, a mess in my home from having an entire ceiling replaced in one of our rooms and fumes left by the recent painters having cleaned up the mess left by the plasterers …

She saw me, regardless of her sadness, and went back home after kindy drop off and made me a chocolate cake with her 2-year-old-son.  And so, when I dropped her delightful little girl off after kindy time she presented me with a chocolate cake gift … a chocolate cake kiss of love … for me and my family …

My friend cooked us a cake of love, a chocolate cake in the shape of a love heart with the words “with love xxx” inscribed on it …

It challenged me … and so I now challenge you

Are we, as Christ’s representatives on Earth, willing to love another, on purpose, regardless of what is happening in our own worlds …?

I have been the recipient of a kiss from God from a girl who is kind, caring and loving regardless of what is going on in her world … she has set a standard … and I believe it is one we should all aspire to … to look beyond ourselves to the one before you and see them in their need … and offer … and act for “love” is a verb, an action word after all!

And so … will you follow her lead and be a kiss of kindness in your sphere of influence?

I believe we must, and in doing so be the hands and feet of God in a hurting world … and as we do the world will see that …

God is Good!