Celebrating and sharing the Goodness of God the world over…God is Good!

For the earth will be filled with the knowledge of the glory of the LORD, as the waters cover the sea.

(Habakkuk 2:14 NIV)

I love celebrating God’s goodness.  I love hearing about the breakthroughs, the healings, the goodness, the miracles … it encourages me to keep going, to keep stepping out and offer the Kingdom of Heaven to others – to believe the promises in the Bible for me, my family, my community, my country …

I love learning from another Believer’s journey … because in every story there is something to glean, to learn, to consider … just as in the parables, there is always a hidden gem …

I love celebrating with people on breakthroughs.  I love hearing the prophetic words over people – it is a glimpse into who they have been created to be by God … and in knowing that I can then encourage them to step into that identity, into that call, and I can adjust my “lens” to see them more in the way God sees them …

There is a woman on the other side of the globe, who celebrates God’s goodness too.  In the natural she is a stranger to me; even so, she is a sister in Christ, who loves Jesus with a passion … and so there is a connection …

I found her when I found a story of her son’s healing, by mere “chance” after posting one of my blogs.  The story was of her husband stepping out and praying for her son in a busy airport.  In it she honestly reflected her embarrassment as her husband prayed in public, and she shares her surprise and delight at her son’s immediate healing …

She celebrates the little things, the kisses from God, like gifts of candles from friends, recognising God’s hands in the gift because they were just the right fragrances …

She celebrates her children’s prayers being answered

And she celebrates when her family is freed of debt  in miraculous ways …

And, after reading about one of my stories where I stopped and prayed for someone in the hospital recently, she took the time to encourage me, a stranger from the other side of the world, and sent me a similar story … of how a stranger stopped and prayed for her son in emergency.  She was a brand new Christian at the time … it was a gentleman, who prayed, after which her son “mysteriously” got better – very quickly … click here – it is worth a read

What stories are you keeping to yourself?  Whose stories are you grabbing a hold of and asking God to “do again”? He is no respecter of persons, so if He has done it for one of us, He will do it for another …

I believe that we here in Australia need to get over the “tall poppy”syndrome, and yes I know it is dying, but we all need to get on with telling our stories about a Good God … and in doing so the earth will be filled with the knowledge of His Glory … We will encourage each other to live as Christians … as mini Christs … because we are all empowered to do so. 

Why not step out and tell some stories, encourage some others, tell some non-Christians of His goodness, tell other Christians of His Goodness … just talk about Him and who He truly is … how He protects, loves, delivers and heals … in this life … He wants it “on Earth as it is in Heaven” … (Matt 6:10).

And, we should be telling the stories and celebrating all that He does for His family, for His kids, because …

God is Good!

God cares about the little things…luscious locks and cuddles from God

Apologies to those that have read this … I posted it, but it did not get emailed out properly.  There has been such a lovely response to the story, and I think it reflects God’s heart so well, that I thought it a shame not to make sure it got emailed out … so the story is …

As mentioned in an earlier blog, I was at the hairdressers a couple of weeks ago (Saturday 5th November 2011).  While there a young girl was washing my hair and she was bemoaning the fact that her hair would not grow beyond her shoulders.  As she washed my hair I decided to pray for her, God had just turned up very powerfully for another girl at the salon (see the “Sunshine/Son-shine story”) and I thought, well, God cares about the little things too!

I offered to pray as she rinsed my hair and she readily agreed, saying what a lovely idea it was …

After she had finished the washing I sat up, told her that God cares about the little things, and that if it matters to us it matters to Him, including hair.  I then asked for her hand and I prayed for long luscious locks, past her shoulders and down her back.  As I did I “saw” a picture of her sitting on a bed, holding her legs in her arms, sitting up near the pillow end of the bed.  The bed ran along the wall and on the same wall, above the bed, there was a window … It was as though I had looked in on her in her room from the doorway and I “saw” her there.

I asked her if her room was configured this way and she said “yes.”  I told her that I saw her sitting on her bed, and I said to her that I felt that God was waiting for her to receive a cuddle from Him.  I said to her that I felt He was saying that, although she felt she was too big to come to Him, she indeed was not and that she would always be “His little girl” in whom He delighted … that she was not too big to come … that she could come to Him at any time she pleased, to receive a “Daddy” cuddle, sit on his lap, and “snuggle”. 

I said to her that I felt that there would come a time soon when she would remember these words of love and I encouraged her that when she did so that she take the time to climb onto her bed, tuck her legs into her arms and ask God to come, and He would … and when He did He would encase her in His love and she would feel it in a very real and tangible way …

She looked delighted, teared up and said she would do so …

I sat and had my hair dried and contemplated the salon visit … one girl wanted a baby and needed hormone rebalancing, and one girl wanted hair that would grow below her shoulders.  Some might say that one was far more deserving than another, but I think that God cares about it all …luscious locks and babies … and through both encounters I believe that each girl will discover a Daddy that loves her, cares about her, and that the little things, that matter to her, matter to Him because …

God is Good!

Coffee, Chats and Commitment … coming home to a good God

I had the pleasure of catching up with a very dear friend this morning. In fact she is more than a friend, she is indeed a mighty woman of God and an inspiration. In any case, I had the pleasure of seeing her this morning.

When we catch up I normally see her at a shopping complex half way between where she works and my home; but today, we decided to catch up closer to her work.

We had a chat, a coffee (well I had tea and some more breaky) and there was a beautiful young girl that was serving us. When she came close to our table, I could feel the Spirit of God moving … I noted what I felt, said nothing, and thought perhaps I needed to offer to pray for her before I left.

Our time of catching up came to an end, I said goodbye to my friend and got myself sorted … as you do when you travel with a four-year old …

I chatted to God to see if I should stop to offer pray for this girl, and did not feel compelled, but as I said “thank you” to her I looked in her eyes, and stepped out in faith, and said to her “you may find this strange but I wanted to know if there was anything that you needed prayer for?”

She looked at me, tears forming in her eyes and said “why do you ask?” I said I was a Christian and had felt the Spirit of God all around when she came over to the table and wanted to see if there was anything that she needed prayer for …

She looked at me wide-eyed, and, after dealing with a few delivery people in the coffee shop she quietly said to me that she needed direction in her life, she wanted a new job and that she was a Christian but had drifted away from God …

I introduced myself and asked her if I could pray that her destiny would open and I told her a few testimonies including the story about the dad that I had prayed for that had got the job (link for story and praise report) he had been waiting on for 9 months within days of praying for him … I then told her about someone I prayed for in that very coffee shop months ago, who had the same thing happen (see link for story and praise report) she said she knew the person and said “yes, that would be great” … and I then suggested that she may want to ask Jesus back into her life, to which she replied “yes I do”.

I prayed for her, and prophesied favour and blessing. The Holy Spirit was tangibly present and although she was obviously shy about the public nature of being prayed for, she could feel Him all around her and she struggled to hold back the tears …

I declared her destiny open, shut the door on the past, called in favour and a great job, and then prophesied that, like her namesake, Esther, she was called to greatness and to a place of great authority. I prophesied that she would enter a time of soaking in God’s presence and from there she would discover her God-given identity in all its fullness … I then invited her to pray and make a re-commitment to Jesus … and she did, in her own words, quietly saying she wanted Him back in her life, apologising for leaving, and asking the Holy Spirit to come and fill her … she looked up at me and I affirmed her, gave her my number, the location of the closest church in the area, which just happened to be my church too, and gave her the service times …

I left the shop thinking how she had been on God’s heart. She had just shifted down to Melbourne from Brisbane a few months earlier …

My friend and I never usually catch up in this shop, but this morning we did … God loved Esther so much, He wanted her back in His world … and so He showed her His love in a tangible way by sending someone to ask if she needed prayer (and I nearly missed it!) … and she instantly felt loved by Her Creator and wanted Him back in her life …

God cares about the little things … He cares about each and every one of us …

My son asked me, as he watched the movie Nemo later that day, about why Nemo’s dad kept searching day and night for his son. I said, “well if you were lost I would search day and night too, because I love you”… and as I said it I realised that God does this as well … yes, I know that God knows where we are at all times, but that does not stop Him from seeking us out …

Just as I love my children, so God loves His, in fact He loves them even more … He loves the ones who know Him as their Daddy, and the ones who don’t … he loves the ones who are with Him and have never left, and he loves the ones who once knew His embrace but for whatever reason have left is side …

God will never cease looking for His children, calling them home to Him, and when they are home He lavishes His love upon them … His goodness and love follows us all the days of our lives (Ps 23:6) because…

God is Good!

God cares about the little things…luscious locks and cuddles from God

As mentioned in an earlier blog, I was at the hairdressers a couple of weeks ago (Saturday 5th November 2011).  While there a young girl was washing my hair and she was bemoaning the fact that her hair would not grow beyond her shoulders.  As she washed my hair I decided to pray for her, God had just turned up very powerfully for another girl at the salon (see the “Sunshine/Son-shine story”) and I thought, well, God cares about the little things too!

I offered to pray as she rinsed my hair and she readily agreed, saying what a lovely idea it was …

After she had finished the washing I sat up, told her that God cares about the little things, and that if it matters to us it matters to Him, including hair.  I then asked for her hand and I prayed for long luscious locks, past her shoulders and down her back.  As I did I “saw” a picture of her sitting on a bed, holding her legs in her arms, sitting up near the pillow end of the bed.  The bed ran along the wall and on the same wall, above the bed, there was a window … It was as though I had looked in on her in her room from the doorway and I “saw” her there.

I asked her if her room was configured this way and she said “yes.”  I told her that I saw her sitting on her bed, and I said to her that I felt that God was waiting for her to receive a cuddle from Him.  I said to her that I felt He was saying that, although she felt she was too big to come to Him, she indeed was not and that she would always be “His little girl” in whom He delighted … that she was not too big to come … that she could come to Him at any time she pleased, to receive a “Daddy” cuddle, sit on his lap, and “snuggle”. 

I said to her that I felt that there would come a time soon when she would remember these words of love and I encouraged her that when she did so that she take the time to climb onto her bed, tuck her legs into her arms and ask God to come, and He would … and when He did He would encase her in His love and she would feel it in a very real and tangible way …

She looked delighted, teared up and said she would do so …

I sat and had my hair dried and contemplated the salon visit … one girl wanted a baby and needed hormone rebalancing, and one girl wanted hair that would grow below her shoulders.  Some might say that one was far more deserving than another, but I think that God cares about it all …luscious locks and babies … and through both encounters I believe that each girl will discover a Daddy that loves her, cares about her, and that the little things, that matter to her, matter to Him because …

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!