Healing of a headache is just part of the journey…praise report…God is Good!

Yesterday (3rd December 2011) we had an all day commitment for the kids … rehearsals … the build up to the annual ballet concert.

Last year we were “newbies” … and we were shell-shocked … this year has been far better … and the organisation has been far more civilised …

I was at the rehearsals yesterday, helping monitor the kids and while there I helped to make a number of “scrunchy” hair pieces.  As I did I chatted to a mum, who mentioned briefly that she was very tired and was suffering from a head ache that was leaving her “fuzzy” headed.

I felt that familiar nudging of the Holy Spirit and so I offered to pray. She agreed, and so I placed my hands on either side of her head, invited the Holy Spirit to come and told the head ache to leave … I prayed for peace … for the “Shalom” of God to come … in the name of Jesus …

We kept chatting, but I left my hand on her back sensing a very gentle anointing …

I asked her how she felt … she responded that she did not feel as “fuzzy” and I recounted a testimony about praying for a girl with two broken legs this time last year, telling her that the girl had stood the following day … the girl had walked unaided in under two weeks, and had joined the cadets within 6 weeks of receiving prayer … which was about the time that the girl was in fact due to get out of the wheel chair … healing can happen in stages …

I then placed my hand back onto her forehead saying I would pray again and as I did another woman turned and asked if it was helping … my friend said it was …

The anointing was not immediate, instant, or “strong” (as I felt it in any case) but I stood in faith that what I was doing would have power … I just  felt a gentle “presence” which could be best described as “peaceful” but even that was barely perceivable … she commented that she had “goose bumps” …

I finished praying sensing that it was “enough” and we got on with the “mummy stuff” that we had to do.

Later, as she was preparing to go home I asked her about the head …

She looked and said “you know what? Its gone! The headache and the fuzziness have gone” and she motioned to a picture across the room and said “earlier today that picture was all fuzzy … now I can see it clearly … that fuzzy feeling has lifted” …

I smiled and said, “yes, sometimes it does ‘lift’ off us like that .. I’m really glad you feel better” … and I retold a story of another mum I had prayed for a couple of years ago that had the same thing happen – the headache and fuzziness had lifted and the night after the prayer the mum had slept really really well … I laughed as I told the story saying that I thought that the good night’s sleep was God showing off … as we spoke she looked at me and said she was getting goose bumps again … I said that she was feeling God, that He loves being talked about, a bit like Tigger, that as we speak about Him He draws close …

And so, I left it at that, her rubbing her “goose bumps” on her arms, and I wished her a lovely night …

A simple story it may be … but it so reflects God’s heart …

I believe a seed has been sown … she has tasted and seen that the Lord is good (Ps 34:8) … she has received His goodness, and she has felt His presence … it was very real for her.

A seed has been planted.  I will enjoy watching as God waters that seed.  It will grow it will grow into something magnificent, something glorious, something good.  I have seen God at work like this before, giving a taste here, touching a person there, loving them on purpose, drawing Him with His loving kindness … and it is such a privilege to watch Him at work like this because …

God is Good!

Who is waiting for you “to bother”? Healing and roses from a loving God.

Who is waiting for you to bother … who is waiting for you to be who you are? 

I have been accused of taking too long to “tell them” about God’s Goodness … what are we waiting for?

We change atmospheres.  We change realities.  We bless as we go …

We don’t have to …

We get to …

As I have mentioned previously, my daughter has recently changed schools.  I had thought, maybe hoped, that I could perhaps “fly under the radar” for a while … but God has us all positioned for assignments as we go … where ever we go … healing, loving, encouraging, giving … we are the salt and He wants to sprinkle us through our society, where ever we may be, to release His fragrance … to make a difference.

A few weeks ago I had bought my daughter’s teacher some flowers for International Teacher’s Day.  I also wanted to thank her new teacher for taking extra care of my girl, and for going well beyond the call of duty.  I got her some pink roses, colour as chosen by my four-year-old son, who declared to me that the roses had to be dark pink “because she is beautiful!” I readily agreed.  On this occasion I had gone, but I had missed her, so I left them at reception with a girl who popped them into a vase and left them on the teacher’s desk in the hope they would last the weekend – they did.

Two weeks later, on Thursday 17th November 2011, Mrs R kept “popping up” in my mind and so I started to pray for her.  I knew that she had not been well and as I prayed I felt to purchase some roses and I “saw” a picture of red roses.

I argued on this one with God, wondering if it was just my imagination … but, feeling it was something God wanted me to do, I did it, feeling a bit of a dill since I had only just bought her some flowers only two weeks prior …

I knew that these roses had to be red since they were a gift from God, a gift to say “I love you” …

I was running late for pick up on a very hot day, and told God that he better make it possible for me to get there on time!  I rushed into the school, late, in the heat, with my four-year-old in tow and ran to the classroom … no Mrs R!

I ran to reception and spoke to the girl there … no Mrs R! … she had gone home early ill …

I lifted the flowers to show the receptionist, feeling foolish, and the receptionist smiled and said “oh no not again”.  I smiled, rapidly backing away after leaving the flowers with her, and explained I was a Christian and had felt that Mrs R was still not right and had been praying for her and had felt to get the roses to encourage her in a tough time …

The receptionist said she would immediately email Mrs R and let her know about the roses, that she would be thrilled … and confirmed that she would not be in the following day due to the illness …

Suffice to say, I was really embarrassed and was a tad miffed at God … He knew she wasn’t there … perhaps I had got the timing wrong, perhaps I had got it wrong, perhaps, perhaps, perhaps … and then I thought … well I knew that He had wanted me to do this, so regardless I had tried to be obedient … and I convinced myself that it really did not matter that I was fast on the track of being dubbed the “crazy Christian woman who keeps giving the teacher flowers when she is not ever there to receive them”.

I kept praying for Mrs R.

The following day (Friday morning) I got an email …

I just wanted to express my thanks for the beautiful roses, you are extremely thoughtful! Hopefully a few days of rest will have me feeling back to my usual healthy self.
Have a lovely weekend and thanks again!
Kind regards,

I responded saying:

You are welcome – in fact it was on a “gut feel” that you were having a pretty tough time, and as a Christian family we like to encourage people when they are having such times, especially when they are put on our hearts to pray for them as you have been for me (this reads very awkwardly and I had hoped to verbally explain) … in any case, I have been praying for you as prompted, and felt that God wanted to give you the flowers and little chocolate … a “kiss from God” so to speak to encourage you in whatever you are dealing with … but as I said, much easier to verbally explain than in writing.

I have learnt through experience that when I feel a prompting like I did yesterday it is best to act on them, rather look like a dag (authors note: “dag” is an Australian term meaning “look silly”) than miss it …

Rest well, and have a lovely weekend.

I thought “I will explain better when I see her next, but either way … I have shown my colours! “

The following Monday I went to pick up and had a really tight turn around with ballet and tennis for the two children.

I was a bit early and Mrs R came out to me to say “thank you” again … and I confirmed that I was a Christian … that the first lot of flowers had been from me to say “thank you” but that the second lot of flowers were from God to say “I love you” … and I went on to explain that I had been praying for her, I had sensed that she had been ill and had been praying for her when I felt Him tell me to get the flowers (and a silver heart chocolate) to let her know that she was “on His mind” and that “He loved her…!”

She looked at me in shock and said “was it instinct?”

I said “No, its called being prophetic, hearing from God.  We can all do it …” and I felt the Holy Spirit swirl around as I spoke … she could too and she teared up …

She said it was amazing.  She said that a colleague had dropped the roses off for her that night and that it was so strange because “it lifted Friday afternoon” (her sickness, whatever it was) and from that time on she was fine … she had put 2 and 2 together and realised the timing of the prayer, the roses, the email …

She stared at me and said “stay there, I want to talk to you some more”… and she dismissed the children …

I knew I was late … but I also knew this was “a God appointment” and so I put my own agenda on hold, and waited …

She came back to me and looked at me again … and said “I want to know more …” so I told her again … I had felt to pray for her, had got the flowers, had missed her, and felt a dill, but the flowers were from God and it was His way of letting her know that He loved her … that she was on His heart, and I confirmed that we could all hear from God … she was still teary … and said over again more than once … “that someone would bother”  She said that she had felt loved, she had felt cared for … and she had felt “so touched that someone would bother”…

Just then a child through a temper tantrum … she got flustered, and even though she came back to me the “moment” was gone for her … but I know it was a “moment” she will never forget …

Who in your world is waiting for you to bother?

Who in your world is waiting for you to stop and care?

Who in your word is waiting for you to step out and take a risk …?

There is risk in stopping for the one … a risk of being laughed at, rejected, mocked …

But then there is also the “risk” that we may just impact a life for God … they may get healed … they may feel loved … the deaf may hear … the lame may walk … the mute may speak … the dead may be raised … His love may be released … if we will just stop and try … if we will choose to step into who we are all called to be as Christians …

We must be people who are bothered … we must learn to stop for the one because …

God is Good!

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!

We shared the same name…and it was no coincidence – the deaf shall hear

We recently went away for a couple of days.  On our last day we decided to have a burger for lunch, before the drive home.  As we queued to place our order I went to ask a girl who was stacking the fridge where the bathroom was.  She stood and motioned to me that she was deaf … I nodded, smiled, and noted the direction she pointed to in response to my query, which she lip-read …

As we sat outside waiting for our lunch, I mentioned to my husband that there was a deaf girl and I was going to ask if I could pray for her.  It was not that I felt God necessarily wanted me to, or that I had to, it was not a matter of obedience, but rather it was something I felt He would like me to do, and, in any case, if I wanted to see the deaf hear I needed to step out and offer.  I also realised that I did not meet many deaf people in my day-to-day activities … and I needed to step out.  I did feel a bit nervous about it, but thought I would regret it if I did not offer, and in any case … she just may be healed and who was I to not offer?

We ate our hamburgers and I watched for my opportunity.  I saw her as we readied to leave and so I went across to her, gently tapped her on the shoulder, and tried my best to layman’s sign “could I pray for you?”  Another girl watched and then signed to her for me.  I gratefully smiled, and quickly explained that I was a Christian, had seen miracles happen and wanted to know if I could pray for the girl … the girl signed my request and the response came back … “thanks but no thanks” …

I thanked both girls (who I presumed were sisters), and said to the girl who had signed for me that I needed to learn how to sign “can I pray for you?”  she stopped, put her dishes down and taught me there and then … and as I practised, the girl I had wanted to pray for stopped, watched and signed that I could pray for her if I wanted to …

And, so I did.  I placed my hand on her arm and as I did I asked her name … she had a very subtle variant of my name – I knew that this was no coincidence!  God had set me (and her) up for a miracle.  My name is not that common in Australia and so it was a set up! 

With a greater feeling of confidence, I invited the Holy Spirit to come, and I started to pray.  I then cautiously asked if I could place my hands on her ears … she agreed, and as I did I commanded the mute deaf spirit to leave and released fullness of hearing in the name of Jesus.  I finished praying quite quickly, sensing it was enough and thanked her …

There was no sudden thunder bolt, no angels singing the Hallelujah chorus (that I could hear in the natural anyway), but I knew that I had stepped out, not because I had to, but because I wanted to …

I had not felt much as I prayed, but as I sat down again I felt a strong surge of power flow and so I prayed for her again, on my own quietly as she moved around the outside tables …

As we got into our car to come home I said to my husband that, while I had not seen a miracle manifest immediately, I was still encouraged – her name and my name being nearly identical was not a “coincidence”.  I said to him that she may start hearing the next day, or it may slowly get better … I did not know, and it was not up to me to worry about the outcome.  I mentioned Heidi Baker, and recalled how the first blind people who had seen, after Heidi had prayed for them, all had Heidi’s name.  I note that these women saw instantly before Heidi’s eyes, and yes, I note that Heidi prayed for many before seeing her first receive sight … at least 100 blind people (or it could be 1000 people, I am not sure of the numbers but it was many blind people before her first blind person regained sight), but the fact that the first three all had Heidi’s name, and the fact that this girl had my name, not a common name in Australia, was encouraging, and I am certain no coincidence!

Some of you may say … “well, you are no Heidi Baker.” I agree, I’m not.  Rather, I am Me … stopping for the one, in my sphere of influence and choosing to believe that He will up hold his word for anyone, where ever they live, including me, if we will step out and trust Him to do so.  I have to start somewhere and a sea-side coastal town in Victoria, Australia is a great start!  I figure, we just have to get going, where ever we are, what ever we are doing, and go about the “Father’s business” … stopping for “the one“!

I thought to myself and I declared it out loud in the car … “God, you did it for Heidi … please do it again” and I held onto the power of the testimony.

I left knowing I had stepped out, but this time I stepped out as a friend of God … just as a friend would step out and do something nice for another friend … rather than out of a sense of obedience.  I stepped out this time out of a love … a love for a girl who may receive her hearing; and, out of a love for my God, because I knew he would like it if I did this for Him.  It was not about performance, but about love, just as one does something special for a friend … and also … don’t forget … I want to see the deaf hear!  He says it is a sign that will follow me, so I need to start believing it, and stepping out on His word, knowing He will back me up in accordance with His word because …

God is Good!

What he really wanted was sausage rolls for dinner …

I have a beautiful friend who ministers in church, and ministers in life …

She is a Mum of four, a woman of great wisdom and every time I get to speak with her I am amazed at how beautiful she is, how gentle she is, and how wise she is … she just oozes wisdom, especially regarding the issue of raising children (see her blog on raising kids at: http://parentboost.wordpress.com/ ) … and I hazard a guess she does not even know how just being with her, how just listening to her is full of gems for life, gems that are freely and abundantly given …

Well, I was fortunate enough to be able to drive her home the other night, and as we drove she told me about how she had been arranging dinners for a woman whose husband had been receiving treatment for cancer.  The woman had said that she was doing ok with meals, but my friend said that she did not just want this woman to do ok, but to be abundant…

The dinners come from my friend’s circle of friends and she asks people to advise her when they will be cooking for the family, so that there could be some sort of organisation to the timing of meals for this family in need.

One day a woman came to her with sausage rolls.  The woman said that she had felt to cook sausage rolls.  My friend looked and thought “sausage rolls!? Sausage rolls … for dinner?” but, with the grace that she does all things she gratefully accepted the gift of food for the family, and hoped that it would be received well.

She took the sausage rolls to the family and gave it to the wife who received the meal with thanks…

My friend was later told by the woman that her husband, that night had said earlier something like … “you know what I really want for dinner … I really want sausage rolls “ … and the woman had thought “I just cannot manage sausage rolls “ … and then my friend came with sausage rolls for the family’s dinner, feeling that it was somehow inadequate, but in fact it was just what the man who was battling with cancer wanted … what he really wanted was sausage rolls for dinner!

God knew what that man wanted … He knew what that man needed …

That one act of receiving the sausage rolls that had been made with love, that were received with doubt but with faith and love, and that were then given with love … told that man and his family that God knew what he wanted, God knew what he needed, and that God cared … that He was keeping them in the palm of His hand …

What that man wanted … was sausage rolls for dinner …

And God delivered.

Sometimes it is the little and simple things that impact and communicate God’s heart the most effectively.  We may have no idea why we are doing something, but the simple little promptings from a loving God, followed in faith can have the biggest of impacts …

In delivering the sausage rolls, my friend was delivering God’s love … and that family knew beyond a doubt that …

God is good!

It was a set up of the most magnificent kind – the lame shall walk…and a daughter is loved because, God is Good!

Last Sunday 11th September 2011 our daughter was at a pool party at a local pool complex and my husband and I decided to take 4-year-old M for a swim while we waited for the party to finish.  I had a sense to go, although the thought of a quiet couple of hours at home was appealing …

We walked into the complex with M skipping excitedly and, as the blast of hot air hit, I looked straight at a man in a wheel chair sitting by the pool.  I instantly knew I had been set up by God …

With M happily ensconced in the water – his father watching – I walked over to the man and said “hello”.  I quickly explained that I was a Christian and asked if I could pray for him, telling him about A whose two broken legs had been healed after prayer (see: http://godisgoodstories.com/2010/12/21/%e2%80%9ci-will-give-you-the-treasures-of-darkness-riches-stored-in-secret-places%e2%80%9d-%e2%80%a6-christmas-shopping-with-jesus-%e2%80%a6-being-given-treasures-isaiah-453-saturday-18th-dece/).  To my surprise he readily agreed, and he told me his story as best his could, for his speech was badly slurred …

In 1990 he had been in a car accident.  Someone had come through a stop sign and he had been hit.  He said he had suffered brain damage and was a paraplegic.  I asked his name, but I could not quite make it out – I later found out from his wife that he was called Archie.

He suggested I put my hands on his head, but I said I would start with my hand on his shoulder and see what God did.

I started to pray for him, feeling the anointing come in waves.  I blessed what the Holy Spirit was doing and kept asking for “more”.  As I prayed I felt to ask if he had forgiven the person that had hurt him … he said yes he had forgiven them and responded further by saying that he was Greek Orthodox.  I exclaimed in delight saying that he would then know that there was healing for him, that Greek Orthodox believers have great faith in communion, and I reaffirmed saying “there is healing in the communion”.  He readily agreed.

I then felt to place my hand on his head and as I prayed my hands got very hot, or his head got very hot … I knew this could have been the healing power of God, or it could have been the environment … either way, I kept praying and thanking God for healing this kind man.

I then felt to pray for his chest and I asked if he had problems with his chest and he said yes his lungs.  I placed my hand there commanding it clear and be healed in Jesus name.

I looked at his hand which was crippled over and crunched to the point where one finger actually bent back on itself at the tip … I started to pray for it, holding his crippled hand in mine and prayed for movement to return, he started to flex his hand, and gained more and more movement, flexing his hand, saying he had not been able to do that before.

He then looked at me and said he felt he had a word from God for me … that I needed to receive God’s love, and he looked like he went to hold me, uncertain, I pulled back a bit and suggested I keep on praying for him, but in my mind I wondered if God had done a double set up because this is one of the issues that God has been dealing with me for some time … daughtership in the Kingdom … I am currently reading an excellent book called “Healing the Orphan Spirit” by Leif Hetland and I am anticipating God will go much deeper …

I went to his other side and asked about his other arm and hand, which was buried under bags and jumpers belonging to his family.  He said he could not move it and I saw that the hand was screwed tight.  I said try to do something you could not do before.  He started to move the arm as I prayed and he swung it further and further afield, flexing his hand as he did so.  He told me he had not been able to move like that before… 

Feeling encouraged I said keep trying things you could not do before … and I kept praying and thanking God.  As I did I explained how A (with the two broken legs mentioned above) had stood the day after I had prayed for her, and bit by bit she was healed, so that by the end of two weeks she was completely out of the wheel chair, using no leg braces or crutches and was walking free … and that, by the time she was only just meant to be out of her wheel chair, she had joined the cadets … (see: http://godisgoodstories.com/2011/02/05/praise-report-%e2%80%93-god-is-good-so-very-very-good-%e2%80%a6-part-1-of-2-wednesday-22nd-december-2010-and-19th-january-2011/ and http://godisgoodstories.com/2011/02/11/praise-report-%e2%80%93-god-is-good-so-very-very-good%e2%80%a6-part-2-of-2-wednesday-22nd-december-2010-and-19th-january-2011/ )

He said he would keep trying and thanking God.  His family came around him.  Strangely they did not seem that excited … I thought that perhaps they may be battle weary, and I knew I could not judge … His father said to me “we shall see how he goes” and I again explained A’s story of healing and how it could be progressive, and I quoted James 5:14, that he could go to the elders, be anointed with oil and the prayer held up in faith will make the sick person well.  His father did not really respond much, and neither did his wife, which I found sad and a bit strange.

I then said to Archie, you pray for me, and so he took my hand and prayed, silently, for me.  I felt a gentle anointing come.  He said quietly to me that I must love myself before I can love others … Ouch!  I thought, God go deeper!

I then asked his wife his name and asked if I could give him a kiss on the cheek.  She shrugged so I lent down and said “thankyou” and kissed Archie on the cheek and bid him farewell, looking for my family as I walked away.

I had been set up.  Another wheel chair – right in my line of sight as I entered the complex … and a word about loving myself … God wants me to be His daughter and know His love, see myself as He saw me …

There is a journey we take.  We do not stop for “the one” to perform for God’s love; but, we stop for “the one” from a place of God’s love … I need more of His love to go to where I want to go … which means that I must allow Him to love me more, so I can then I have a greater capacity to love others more … Archie was right!

We will transform the world from our place of inheritance … as we go about doing life, we can also go about doing the Father’s business … giving away His love.  And, just as Archie saw in me, we need His love before we can give it away …

“… as the Father has sent me, so I am sending you … “ (Jesus speaking in John 20:21).

Jesus went about doing His Father’s business (Luke 2:49), knowing that He was the Son … we are called to do so too … doing the Father’s business, while being the children of God.

We are in a family business … healing the sick, raising the dead, cleansing the lepers, casting out demons (Matthew 10:8) … setting the captives free (Luke 4:18) ….

But, to be about the Father’s business we need to know the Father and in knowing the Father we will know His love for us, not just so we can give it away (which I believe we are all commissioned to do), but also just because …

God is Good!

And she felt the warmth of His love …

My daughter is changing schools.  With this change comes all the details of such a change … notifying authorities; purchasing gifts; writing letters of affirmation for teachers and support staff; and doing all the bits and pieces that honouring a group of people who have sown into a child’s life for 3 years takes … and, of course, with a change of schools comes the purchase of a new uniform.

Last Friday (3rd September 2011), with credit card tightly packed in bag, we headed up to the new school to tackle the fitting of the uniform.  As we walked thought the school’s canteen we saw B, who has a daughter at the same ballet school that my daughter attends; who also works in the administration section of the ballet school; and who also works in the school canteen.

We greeted each other and I said she looked lovely.  She coughed and said she had been battling the croup for weeks.  I said I would pray for her and after a quick chat I took her hand across the counter and prayed for a healing of the illness.  I told all sickness to leave her and her home (the entire family had been ill).  I then released life and health and as I did I received a word for her about requiring “provision”.  I asked her about this and she nodded that this was right and so I prayed that for her too, explaining that God would not let me know about such without wanting to provide the “provision” He had shown a need for.

She walked with us to the uniform shop and, as we walked, I got a picture of me placing my hand on the upper part of her back.  As I did (explaining to her what I was doing) I released the Holy Spirit on her and asked for “more Lord”, and I blessed what Holy Spirit was doing (thank you Randy Clark).  I then said “breathe Him in deeply, take deep breaths and in doing so you will breath in the Holy Spirit”.  She did and said with a start after three breaths that she had felt something change or shift.  I gave her a big hug and we went into the shop to sort out sizing etc … much to the absolute delight of my daughter!

I saw B again later that day.  I had dropped my daughter off at the ballet school and B came in to say “hello”. I asked how she was and she replied that it was the oddest thing but her nose had started running profusely all day after I had prayed for her and she felt like “it” was being flushed out of her body … “up and out”.  I said something similar had happened to me a few years ago when I had been quite ill and that I had felt the same way … that it was somehow being flushed out …

I got up from where I had been sitting on the floor and we stood side by side.  Again I felt God wanted me to place my hand on her upper back.  I did so and as I did I quietly prayed as we watched the class.  I felt that something was going on and I asked her about it.  She turned to me teary saying she could feel “something”.  I asked her if it was very peaceful and if it was making her feel teary, like crying, and she nodded gently and quietly said “yes” looking at me with big eyes full of surprise.

I explained gently that God was releasing His love on her and that He was calling her to Himself.  I said that she had not yet asked Jesus into her heart, but that He was calling her to come, that she was on a journey.  She stood teary.

My son, by this stage was rather whiny, and so I started to leave.  As I walked out I turned back, ran across the room and wrapped my arms around her, planting a big fat kiss on her cheek and left saying that she was precious …

I know some of you would ask why did you not see if she wanted Jesus to come into her heart … I wondered too, but I did not feel to take that step … I may have missed it, but even if I did, I know she felt His heart, she felt the warmth of His love, and I know He is drawing her unto Himself and that he will keep drawing her until she comes, and this I know because …

God is Good!