Myer is full of the Spirit of God – A prodigal daughter comes home

I had a short amount of time to do some chores, wanting to get back home to complete some study.  I went to the local shopping centre and felt I was to walk through Myers on the way to the shops that I had to visit.  I had my first treasure hunt list in my bag and thought I may find a treasure (see Kevin Dedmon’s book – The Ultimate Treasure Hunt).

I bought a t-shirt in Myers for my husband and was served by a beautiful woman.  I asked if I could pray a blessing for her, telling her that she was obviously a blessing to so many others with her lovely disposition.  She agreed.

I felt nothing in particular as I prayed a 10 fold return on the blessing that she had been for others.  I trusted that God followed the blessing through.

I then headed towards the escalators feeling that I was to go upstairs through Myers to where I thought I was headed …

As I went up the escalator I saw C.  I had prayed for her before – she had graves disease which was causing her right eye to bulge.  She had told me it could eventually cause blindness.  I called to her as she headed up the escalators and I asked how she was.

She told me that she had been loosing more sight and pointed out that her eye was bulging.  I offered to pray a “quickie” since she was heading back to work after a break.  She agreed.

I laid my hand on the side of her face, after asking permission, and prayed, quoting the blind shall see.  She immediately felt something in her eye area.  I laughed and told her that her eye looked less bulgy than before.  I told her to go to the toilets to check it out.  She left excited, saying she would.

I checked out the sheets on sale in Myers and then felt to go to Adairs instead … where I got the best product and price … God’s favour and blessing!  I returned some shoes and then felt that I was to head straight back through the third floor of Myer to go home – I thought I would stop for a takeaway coffee  …

As I headed through the 3rd floor God reminded me that I needed to buy some pyjamas for M.  I felt great – this limited shopping time was turning out to be an excellent time of prayer, ticking off chores, and blessing and favour all rolled up in one … a smorgasbord outing with God!

I stood with my purchases at the cash register and waited.  An older lady called J was all anxious etc.  Her credit card would not work – I wanted to get home, but chose to remain calm and I offered to pay for her goods.  She accepted and then told me about her grandkids and started to cry.  I said to wait and I would pray for her.

She waited as I paid for my purchase and we stood to the side and prayed. She wept under the anointing.

She then started to pour her heart some more.  I wrote off the rest of the time I had and figured God would redeem the time and that she was far more important.  I suggested we have coffee (I knew I was getting my coffee at some stage).  I bought her a hot chocolate and listened while she told me her story in the middle of Myers.

I offered to pray some more.  She had arthritis – I held her hand, commanded the arthritis to go, and then felt to take her to her “God space”.

When she had located her God space she said God was “way up in Heaven” and she was “down here with me” (we were still sitting in Myer).  I said “ask Him to come closer”.  She did.  I asked her where He was.  She said on the couch opposite us. I said “do you want Him to come closer?” – she said “yes”.

I said “ask Him to come closer”; she did, and started to cry.  The anointing grew heavy.  I asked where He was and she said He was kneeling right in front of her and that He was saying that He had forgiven her.  I told her to tell Him what she wanted to tell Him – she wept and said sorry for being away from Him.

I then felt to say would you like to ask Him into your heart.  She said she had a long time ago, but I said do you want to ask Him again, afresh – she said “yes”.

She recommitted her life to Him and shook and wept as he started to heal her broken heart. The anointing was very strong and thick – it grew stronger and stronger each time she asked Him to come closer and closer –  I shook a bit and could feel Him all over us.  She could feel tingling on/in her hands.

We talked some more and she asked Holy Spirit to come and wash her clean, and back into her heart.

After she had recommitted her life to Jesus Christ I prayed and told the demonic to go and not come back, and for Holy Spirit to fill her completely up.  I also prayed an impartation of the gift of healing (she said she wanted it – her husband was in a wheel chair due to some condition).

I gave her my number.  We talked about church and about a seminar I was going to where Joshua Mills was talking – inviting her to come.  I told her how I had seen an arm growing out at a Joshua Mills seminar last year – she said her husband’s arm was shorter than the other (a coincidence? … no).  I said he could be healed and that it was worth coming.  She said she wanted to get back to church – I made some suggestions.

We talked a little longer and I walked her through the shopping centre to a point where I hugged and kissed her goodbye – telling her to call and how God loved her so much that He had sent someone to be there and to call her Home to Him.

Throughout the entire “encounter” she said people were watching us.  She said that there was a man during our coffee that looked just like a man from her past – a Christian that had cared for her when she had suffered from post natal depression after her first child, many years ago … I do not think that was a coincidence  either … God was so very on her case.

As we parted I told her she was an answer to my prayers – that the orphans would come home … and they are because …

God is Good!

Power of the prophetic word pushing through fear…God is Good!

There are times when we all doubt ourselves …

Did he really say that?  Was I on the money?  Oh, my gosh, I stuffed that one up!

All of us are on a journey of discovery … discovery of who we are, Whose we are, learning how to hear the Father’s voice …

The last story posted (the Sound of Healing) was a story of miraculous healing.  The healing occurred at a conference two years ago.  I had been invited to that conference to minister, as part of a team.  The first night had been challenging, for me.  I was stretched.  It was a worship rehearsal where we were called to minister to the worship team, give words of prophecy etc …

Now I had done this type of thing before … but each time I have to step out this way, particularly in a church, I get nervous … very nervous!

On this particular night I was tired, but I stepped into it, knowing God wanted the team touched more than I did, and I briskly told myself to get on with it!

I came to a man (who I later knew as G) who immediately seemed to me to be tired.  It was like he had lost hope.  I could tell he was a mature Christian, a seasoned Christian, and I knew he was a man of integrity and I felt he was battle weary.  I cannot remember the full extent of the word, but it was a word of a new season, that a new sound was coming.  That he had been a warrior and now the fight was over, that there was something new on the horizon …

Now, from my perspective he looked to me like he had “heard it all before” … and in response I felt like I had missed the mark … I tried to encourage him and said ‘you watch something new is coming … “ but as I did I felt a strong desire to retreat to run away … even to cry … I felt I had completely and utterly stuffed up, and that although it was an encouraging word, it had not been received well and was completely “off”…

I moved onto the next person to give the next word, trying to shake the feeling off, trying to gather my thoughts and step out again in trust that I would hear well … feeling a dismal failure, and a right goose!

The prophesying finished, and he walked up to stage to play.  I was relieved that the ministry time was over … and I felt the accusations come … the voice saying “you missed it … you can’t and don’t hear from God well … he knows you are no good at this … you might as well give up … who do you think you are anyway …”

I shrugged it off, and tried to press into God, knowing I had followed prophetic protocol and had kept the words that night encouraging.

Now, I tell this story because it was two years later that I “bumped into” this man and his wife (who was healed miraculously that weekend).  We were in the line for a ride at a theme park of all places!  We caught up for dinner that night and it was there that they told me that it was that word that I had given that night … that word that I had so doubted, that the man had held onto and taken home and it had been the catalyst for them to step out in faith and believe for his wife’s healing that weekend … I had no idea!

She wrote to me the following in an e-mail:

In regard to your prophetic word…. it was the Thursday night at the Creative Meeting when you all were praying and prophesying over the musicians that were going to be involved over the Wonders Conference weekend. You were praying over G and said to him that he had been a warrior, that he had gone through a great battle and that it was drawing to an end, that a new beginning was about to commence – the fight was over.  … you have no idea how excited G was when he came home that night after you prophesied those words over him.  I know that you wouldn’t have had a clue how significant your words were, or if they meant anything at all to G but ‘far out’ they were so spot on and you verbalised the very words of God Himself. The words God spoke through you were what began the faith growth in G, and then G speaking them to Pastor Mark, and then me – and the outcome of God healing me caused the biggest growth in faith in our church that continues to grow daily. It all began … with your prophetic word. (you may be blown away now and even cry a little because of how great God is, and all we have to do is make ourselves available and let God do the rest – let Him speak, let Him lead, let Him heal – all we have to do is be there).

She later wrote to me:

In response to your comments, you’re exactly right we all play our part, no one more important than the other. God orchestrates it all, brings us all together to play our part. There was your prophesy which got the ball rolling, advising G that it’s over – [that he’d] well and it’s time! G’s faith and obedience to talk to Mark and then to confess his faith in front of everyone on the Saturday afternoon session, then there was Pastor Mark’s faith, boldness and courage in obedience to take the whole church to the chicken line, then there was Fergus [the drummer on Saturday morning] who felt ‘oh my goodness! What am I doing!!’ There was Ally [worship leader, singer], who was obeying and worshiping and prophesying in song as God led her, then there was me and all I had to do was lay there, and my part wasn’t any more important than anyone else’s – we were all instruments in an incredible performance that God was putting on/performing!! Praise God!!! I get so excited talking/writing about it.  … you should definitely include your prophesy and how you felt and the actual impact of your word. … I really feel you need to write about it because there is so much for people to learn from your experience. You thought (felt condemned) that you had said something so far off base, but that couldn’t have been further from the truth. I think G’s look probably came from sheer shock of how incredibly accurate you were, and maybe too, it was perhaps a little naivety on his part – this prophesying etc was all very new to him. 

And so I have written about my part to encourage others to step out and let God.  I am humbled by all that A writes and I feel privileged to be a small part of an unfurling of a healing miracle that sparked a bush fire of faith in their Church … and so, the reason I write is to show that He can use anyone at any time, that how we feel about our so called “performance” is not relevant … it is our heart attitude of doing our best and being available to Him that matters … for we don’t know the plans that He has for ourselves or for others, but we do know, without a doubt, that whatever His plans are, they are plans to bless us, to give us a future and a hope (Jeremiah 29:11 NASB) and, I know this for sure: that if I can be used … then anyone can be used purely and simply because …

God IS Good!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I stopped after paying and said to her:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I stood waiting …

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

God is Good!

OMG! God IS Good!

People have such crazy ideas about God.  So often I have found that if I offer to pray for them they often think the worst …

“Oh, no … am I going to die … do I need prayer … what’s wrong …?”

When so often, I have no idea why He wants me to pray, He just wants me to offer … the rest is up to Him, my job is to obey, do as He asks, do as He would have done … the rest is His job … and He is so very good at His job …

We extend the kingdom … he builds the church …

And so I found myself pondering this after having prayed for a girl that was quietly reading a book on a bench on the side of the street.

She had local hospital dog tags on, and had obviously finished for the day.  I had felt to turn left out of a shop, rather than right, to walk home. 

“Ok God” … I thought “… what are we doing?”

I turned the corner and I saw her sitting there, in the sunshine, on the last day of the year reading quietly, and I felt His familiar nudging … “ask her if you can pray

I had nothing else, no word of knowledge, no amazing insight, no prophetic wisdom or declaration that I knew I would and could shower her with … just one girl with her God offering to pray with no idea why …

Regardless, I walked up to her gently, excused my interruption and offered to pray. I have learnt to do so, regardless of me  (click here for relevant motivation for why I will stop when prompted … because you just never know!). Her first comment was …

“Oh why, there is nothing wrong with me …  I do hope everything is ok …”

I smiled and said, “I don’t know why He wanted me to ask you this, but I just know He does, perhaps He just wants me to bless you, and in me stopping to pray, He is letting you know that He loves you …”

And so I took her hand and invited the Holy Spirit to come and I got …

Nothing!

Zip!

So I blessed her, and as I did I got … nothing … and so I released peace and favour and felt Him say just that her time in Australia was not yet done (she was from Canada) … she agreed saying that she was really happy and had no intentions of going back to Canada … “ok … so nothing new there” I thought (note irony of thought, and dry Aussie sense of humour tone) …

And with that … I felt Him say “that’s it”, so I thanked her for her time, and went on my way … feeling a bit of a twit … but having obeyed, and having let it go, because who knows, but God, why He wants things done as and when He does … ?

I have learnt this on my journeys and travels with God … I cannot hold onto the feeling of “silly” if I am going to keep extending His kingdom into the earth …

Extend the Kingdom … my job … build the church … His job!

How do I extend the Kingdom? … obedience to His voice, His desires, His promptings … no matter what …

Scary? … Yes! … Impssible? … No!  Do I fail? … All the time!  Do I make mistakes?  … Yes! … But I keep at it and keep getting better 🙂 and as I do I feel, sense, hear and know Him more and more … and that is worth the challenge …

As I walked away I thought of all the times I had offered to pray for people and their first instinct was “oh no, what’s wrong?” … I even had one girl say “oh no, am I going to die?” to which I laughed and said “no, He just wants you to know He is real, loves you and wants a relationship with people …”

That time the girl didn’t quite get it … but it didn’t matter … because I cannot pray and not affect change … for powerful and effective are the prayers of a righteous person! And so, if I pray in accordance with His heart for others, always releasing love, hope, faith, joy, peace, grace, forgiveness, understanding … with the ingredients of the Kingdom of Heave in mind, I cannot go far wrong … and my prayers, which are powerful (because He says they are) cannot do anything but bless …

And so, I left the girl on the bench seat, and walked on in the sunshine … musing over why so many would think of problems or sickness in relationship to prayer and God and I realised that too few people really know the heart of God … His love, His grace, His favour … I know but a particle of His goodness …

I believe we must keep spreading the word, telling the stories of His goodness, keep blessing people with random acts of kindness, keep offering Him to the world so that both Christians and non-Christians alike can see that … OMG! Is not just a short handed expletive but OH MY God … MY …

God, IS Good!

Crossing my chicken line…”the lame shall walk” because…God is Good!

In my last post I mentioned that we had headed off on a walk on our first day in a local sea-side town.  My husband had just stepped out and crossed his “chicken line” and I had the sense that I was to keep a look out too …

We wandered up the beach and across a rope swing bridge, over the town river, and as we wandered up the walkway I saw a figure fishing from the vantage point of a wheel chair …

As I walked I knew that he was for me to stop and offer to pray … wheel chairs tend to be my current “chicken line”, even though I have witnessed people “getting out of them”.

I watched as my husband and son, who were a little further ahead, walked straight past and, as I walked hand in hand with my eight year old daughter, I readied myself to offer to pray.

We came along side of the man and I opened up the “encounter” with a comment about fishing … as with all fishermen, they are always up for a chat about the fish … whether they were biting or not … easy opener …

He reported his catch to us and I casually asked him about the chair and asked how he had ended up in one. He said a car crash 22 years ago, and once he explained I offered to pray for him to be healed, recounting the story of the healing of the girl in the wheel chair I had met, explaining how seemingly nothing happened straight away but, over the days to follow the prayer, the girl had been completely healed.

He agreed to the prayer.  My daughter stood by my side, I gave my name and he told me his name was Michael.

He gave me permission to place my hand on his upper spine and I prayed … I then asked him whether he felt anything … He did not, but I explained that God was at work anyway, that people do not always feel anything and they are healed regardless and I rested in the fact that I could feel the anointing, God had asked me to stop, and I trusted it was God’s will that he be healed.

I prayed some more and he then mentioned his left leg and the numbness so I got permission to place my hand on his knee and I commanded feeling to return … for atrophy to leave, for strength to come … and declared his body to be “on earth as it is in Heaven” (Matthew 6:10)… praying as Jesus taught us to pray.

I then thanked him for his time, gave him a number to call and report any change and encouraged him to thank God for every little bit of healing, every little bit of improvement he noticed, explaining that often the healing comes as a seed and as we water it with thanks and praise it will grow …

He promised me he would call with any improvement and I felt God prompt me to give him a kiss on the cheek. Now, I do not often kiss strange men on the cheek, or even give out my mobile (translate “cell”) phone number to men I do not know … to women, when prompted …yes … no problem … to men … no … but in this instance I felt to obey, sensing that it would show an acceptance and a love to this elderly man who in some way he needed and so, again, I asked for permission, this time to kiss him on the cheek …

I leant down, gave him a kiss and I wished this man, I wished Michael, well … wandering on to our destination of scones, jam and cream in the autumn sunshine…

What happens next to Michael I do not know. I just knew, I sensed that, I was to stop and pray … to cross my “chicken line”, again, as my husband had done before me… and to then rest in the knowledge that since the stopping was God’s idea, and God’s ideas are always good, that absolute good would come from stopping and offering to pray for this man, for Michael, because …

God is Good!

Post script: the “chicken line” is a phrase coined by Kevin Dedmon that describes the act of stepping out into a place of risk by offering God’s love, in whatever form that may take, to others around us …

I believe the “chicken line” is different for us all … but we are all called to cross over into that place, because in that place is where we experience risk which is faith in action (see Kevin Dedmon and Chad Dedmon’s book entitled the Risk factor: Crossing the chicken line into your supernatural destiny (2011 Destiny Image Publishers).

For some fun check out our church website and find the You tube videos of people at our church stepping over their chicken line …

Give it a go … its fun and God really does turn up because … well you know … God is Good! J

This one was for him because…God is Good!

We are having our floors resurfaced in our main living area of our home, after many years of life’s wear and tear. This necessitated moving all furniture and family out of the area for a week – effectively requiring us to find somewhere else to stay … and so we took the opportunity and headed down Great Ocean Road along our rugged, and very beautiful, Victorian coast line.

We left a day late, life being what it has been recently … too frantic, too busy, too stressful, and we arrived midday Saturday.  On our arrival we hurriedly got ready for our inaugural wander on the beach, with plans to stop and have a Devonshire tea (well scones) at the conclusion of our beach walk …

As we went down the stairs I saw a man and his wife waiting for the lift on the ground floor.  He was not quite elderly, but he had a walking stick and so I called out to my five-year-old to not hit the lift button since someone downstairs needed it more than him … he loves going up and down the lift even though it is quicker to take the stairs.  I walked on through the foyer smiling at the couple and gathering together my children, not noticing anything else in particular …

My husband had mentioned that we had forgotten something and so I said we would wait on the beach for him as he went back to the apartment …

We waited … and my husband seemed to take an extra amount of time …

Eventually, he ran onto the beach and said he had stopped to pray for someone … I laughed knowingly and said “it was the guy with the walking stick wasn’t it?”

He said “yes” and went on to explain that he had noticed him and immediately felt God’s prompting to pray for him.  Trying to ignore it he came down the stairs, realised he had forgotten something, went back into the apartment and as he walked back out of the apartment he walked straight into the guy and his wife who had got out at the wrong floor … or so they thought … my husband knew better … it was a God appointment for him!

As he told the story I said I had seen the guy but had thought nothing of it except that he needed the lift more than my son … in comparison, my husband had seen him and knew that he was meant to pray from him, and even in trying to ignore the prompting, God had set the encounter up in a way that was unavoidable and so to not stop would have been blatant disobedience …

And so, my husband obeyed, stopped and offered to pray … knowing that this one was definitely for him

The couple happily agreed to the prayer and my husband prayed what he felt God was prompting him to pray … that he would have lightness in his step and that their time would be filled with unexpected favour …

We are all being called … more and more … it is not just the ones and twos that are called to release Heaven on earth … but all of us who believe … for Jesus told us how to pray … “on earth as it is in Heaven” (Matthew 6:10)…it’s not hard … but it is challenging …

There is a surge, a ground force, a wave arriving and hitting the Body of Christ … people are choosing to display God’s love in tangible ways … they are taking “risk” … which is walking in faith (thank you Bill Johnson) … and choosing to offer God’s goodness, His kindness, His blessings to the world at large … and, as the Body of Christ rises up to be all we are called to be, God’s goodness will be displayed and atmospheres will be changed with His glory, with His goodness … and I believe that even if nothing seems to happen at the time they have at least, as Heidi Baker puts it, had a “love encounter” … they will know that God loves them enough to send someone to them to stop, go out of their way and offer to pray …

The results are God’s … our place is to listen, stop and offer … their choice to accept or not …

A swing and a hit or a swing and a supposed miss makes no difference … every attempt matters, every attempt is a success …  just to swing, just to listen stop and obey God’s prompting will affect the atmosphere, will affect the nation … just as a bat that swings and misses causes shifts in the air around it … so too our obedience in stopping for the one … just stopping and offering makes the difference …

As we offer, seeds are scattered …  the rest is up to a loving God … and the results, no matter what we think … are always good if we are acting out of obedience because we serve a good God … a kind God … a loving God … we may never know the outcome of our obedience or the outcome of our display of love and compassion, but we can always be sure that through obedience we change destinies, we change people, we change nations because …

God is always Good!

It was no “coincidence” and the results are His because…God is Good!

We had an unexpected hour or two alone after church one day and so my husband and I decided to head down to a local bay side restaurant and have lunch.

We got a window side table and enjoyed the sun drenched views of the water and beach and we ordered our lunch, and waited for our meals to arrive.  As we did, I went to the “ladies”, aware of being on the look out for any people to pray for after having heard Kevin Dedmon preach the week before at church (see podcast for 19/02/2012).

On my way back to my table I saw a young mum with a baby looking, with her husband, for somewhere for to change their child’s nappy.  They were obviously first time parents.  I saw them heading towards the bathroom and stopped them saying … “there’s no change table in there and you can’t do it on the floor in there, just wait a minute …” and I went to the concierge at the front desk and asked permission for them to change their young child on the couch, away from where everyone was sitting.  They got the nod, and I went to sit down, noting as I did that there was a woman at a large table of people with a tell-tale scarf around her head …

We enjoyed our lunch and as my husband took care of the bill I noted that the girl with the baby had sat with the woman with the scarf, and I said to my husband … “I have an assignment over there, I will go and do that while you take care of the bill …” and without thinking too much I walked over to the large group of people.

I approached the table and leant down to the woman with the scarf and quietly said …

“excuse me.  I am sorry for interrupting your lunch.  I am a Christian and I can see that you have been battling with a serious illness and I wanted to know if I could pray for you …”

I went on to say that people in our church had been seeing people healed of all sorts of conditions …

She immediately agreed and said that she had been battling breast cancer.  I said that it did not surprise me that it was beast cancer, and I explained that I often seemed to be prompted by God to offer to pray for women with breast cancer …

I asked her name as I took her hand and she said my name is “B”, to which I smiled at the “coincidence” and said “… oh, you have the same name as my mother-in-law …” She nodded and then said and this is my daughter “B” to which I took a retake because it was my name too … the exact version of my name … it was not a shorted version of anything it was exactly my name  … and the “daughter was the girl with the baby I had helped before …

I explained the coincidence saying “that’s my name too!” … I was surprised and delighted, knowing that this was clearly an assignment from God …

I turned back to the woman and held her hand and felt the anointing of the Holy Spirit come.  I commanded the cancer to leave and released “healing” and “health” into her body … declaring that there is no cancer in heaven and so therefore it did not belong in her body and I prayed as Jesus taught us to pray in Matthew 6:10, for it to be “on earth as it is in heaven” … for her body to be made whole and healthy, and for all side effects of treatment to cease.

When I finished I thanked her for allowing me to interrupt their lunch and for allowing me to pray … I wished her well, gave her a kiss and we went on our way …

As my husband and I walked to our car through the heat of the day, I mentioned the strange “coincidence” of the woman having his mum’s name and her daughter having my name and how it was the same girl I had helped earlier …

I said “well I trust that something happens for her … it was so clearly a God assignment … I will never know though” and I felt a little despondent knowing that I may never know the outcome, having stepped out through the discomfort of interrupting a large group of people and having knelt and prayed for this woman before a table full of strangers …

My husband responded saying “well you were obedient” and he then said laughing “I believe that what you did will cause that whole table to buzz and will cause a discussion to erupt in that family, a discussion that I believe will stir things up and they will have to address some issues about God” …

I agreed, and shrugged my shoulders, and said … well, the results are none of my business, what was my business was to stop and offer to pray … and leave the rest up to God … and I smiled as we climbed into our car knowing that whatever the outcome it was not a waste of time because God so clearly had wanted me to stop and knowing full well that …

God is Good!

Will the real Body of Christ please stand up? Being the Body, blesses the Body because…God is Good

So often we are encouraged to step into all that we are called to be, to be all we are designed to be, not only so that the world may “taste and see that the Lord is good” (Psalm 34:8) … but also so that the rest of the Body can walk into its identity as Beloved Sons and Daughters and function in fullness …

This is a story of one part of the Body, blessing another part of the Body … by just listening, obeying and going … taking the time to stop for another, in love.

We host a night in our home on a fortnightly basis where we invite God to come.  It is a safe environment for those that have been impacted by God on the streets to come and explore What, or rather, Who they encountered.  Some are new Christians, others have been Christians in traditional environments but are hungry for more, and still others are not yet Christians but want to know more.

One of our group, a beautiful woman who has been exploring a new Christian life, has been walking in miraculous synchronicity with her loving God.  She has been on a rapid journey of discovery, and she has desired to really step into who she is in Christ…wanting to hear, obey, and respond to Him.  In the midst of this time a person special, and close to her died.  Naturally, she has been sad.

Unbeknownst to us she had started to wonder whether she was “good enough” … we have all been there … and while we know we can never be good enough the doubts about who we are can erode the truth and shake us to the core.  This can be especially so when we are vulnerable, such as at times of loss.

At about the same time, on Monday morning, I saw another friend from our group who said she was heading off to buy this first friend a bunch of flowers.  She had a “God assignment” and she was off to do as called …

We found out on Tuesday evening, that this second friend had visited four florists.  She had known she was to buy the first friend a bunch of roses and that the roses had to be pink … but it took four florists to find just the right shade of pink …

She dropped them off, knocking on the door and giving them to the first friend, who then recounted on Tuesday night that the roses were the exact shade of pink … a bluey  pink … that she had just days before cast upon her uncle’s body at his funeral, prior to him being buried …

It was also the exact shade of pink of a rainbow she had seen another time te morning after she stepped out for the first time, doing as God had bidden her do… 

As she told the story, I could feel God’s love for her and I said: “what do you think God was trying to say to you through these roses being just the right shade of pink?” … and she looked at me and said

“… He loves me …”

And so it dawned on her that she was truly loved … just because … not because she was “good enough” … but, just because …

So I will ask, will the real Body of Christ please stand up …?

When we reach out to one another in love …

When we reach out to the world in love …

I believe the that the world truly does … taste, and see that

God IS Good!

Finding the Father’s heart…finding freedom, finding treasure…God is Good! praise report

There is something happening across our church at the moment … lost things, things that have been searched for, things missed and thought lost … are being found … in very bizarre places and in very bizarre ways!

This is wonderful and marvelous, and the stories are awe-inspiring … but I believe God is doing something deeper than just “getting our stuff back” for us because he loves us … I believe He is revealing His heart … His heart for the lost … His heart for lost treasures and I sense that as He calls us to go deep in Him, and as we find our freedom in Him to be all we are created to be, as we discover our identity, He is also asking us to feel His heart beat, to feel His heart and to step out into a lost and dark world and bring light … to help bring the treasures home …

About eight months ago I bought my seven-year-old daughter a small necklace from Swarovski.  It was a necklace with a little crystal pink heart on it, with a little butterfly to the side. She declared it was God’s heart for her … God’s heart of healing … and the butterfly was her freedom in Him. It was a precious gift that she held dear.

Not long after, she lost the necklace – she had worn it only a few times, and to lose something this precious to her was not in character at all … it had just “vanished”

We searched everywhere for it. We checked her luggage, where it was meant to be, we checked her room and eventually, after searching for it and praying for its return, we decided it was well and truly lost. She wept, realising something precious was gone …

On the final day of summer holidays, I resolved to replace this pendent … I don’t know why, but I just felt it was ok for her to have another and so we popped into the store from where it had been bought and found they still had stock …

I stood at the counter with the box in my hand and hesitated, checking with God about the purchase.  As I did I “saw” the boxes that my daughter has from the store – she has bought many little crystal trinkets  from there, and I felt he wanted us to return home first, to look in all the Swarovski boxes she had.  I asked the pendant to be held for 24 hours so we could go home and do as God had prompted … feeling a bit foolish, but figuring we had nothing to lose in being obedient.

We left the store and I explained all this to my daughter … She had no objections, having seen God return many of her most precious items time and time (see her blog God is Good for Kids for a few stories).

We went to the movies that afternoon, after which we returned home and I encouraged her to go and do the search. She went to her bedroom and took out all her Swarovski boxes and bags. I gave her some time to complete the task and then looked in to see how she had got on – no necklace.

I still felt the urge to check, the job was not finished … it was such a strong feeling by this stage that I sat on the bed with her and systematically went through each and every box, large and small, emptying each of its foam contents to check completely.

I then checked each box’s label, to see if we had found the pendant’s box … and I noted that it was not in the pile … this was strange since she is such an organised little poppet and keeps all of the boxes and warranties in one place.

I looked and said “we need to find the pendant’s box to be sure.”

She looked at me and said that she had found everything.

I insisted we look for the box feeling certain I had to check everywhere before giving in to defeat … each and every little blue box I could find needed to be opened and checked …

I opened the cupboard door and put my hand behind a wooden box on a shelf and found one more box behind some bits and pieces.

I showed her and quickly checked the label – it was the pendant’s box. 

Now I must admit … I have experienced lost items being found (see the missing plate story which saved us $400) but I still had my doubts …

I opened the box, and lifted the velvet flap … barely daring to believe, and, as I lifted the insert, sure enough there, shining in the sunlight drifting through the window was a little pink heart and butterfly, perfectly placed into the box like new … the chain laced through the foam insert perfectly, as if it were freshly bought and carefully placed …

She gasped and laughed and said “I can hardly believe it” … we thanked Jesus and over and over she said “that is amazing, that is so amazing … it was lost and now it is found…” (Yes …  from the mouths of babes!).

This is not an isolated story – similar stories are happening right across our church … and it is no coincidence that these “finds” are occurring …

In this instance, we had lost God’s heart and His gift of freedom … but with a search, with seeking … it was found …

Jesus says … I have come that they may have life, and that they may have it more abundantly (John 10:10 NKJV).

What is precious was lost, but now is found … returned to its rightful owner, returned to its rightful place … see Luke 15

I believe this is just one of the many such stories that are indicating to us that it is time for:

What was lost being found …

The Lord says: I will give you the treasures of darkness, riches stored in secret places, so that you may know that I am the LORD, the God of Israel, who summons you by name. (Isaiah 45:3 NIV)

What was lost is now found … what was lost will be found …

It’s time to hear the heartbeat of God … the heartbeat of freedom …

The lost will be found … the harvest is plentiful …

It is time for those precious and lost to be found for it is time for the harvest..

Then he said to his disciples, “The harvest is plentiful but the workers are few.” (Matthew 9:37 NIV)

He is calling us to a search … he wants to give us His treasures, people hidden in darkness … He is calling them home to Himself, home to His heart of love … home to their freedom for… what is lost will be found because …

God is Good!

Pedicures and the Father’s Blessing…God is Good!

While away a friend gave me a voucher for a pedicure as a gift … a pedicure that I booked in for last Friday morning. 

I woke on Friday, not feeling the best, and thought about calling to cancel … but I then thought that the appointment may be a “God appointment” and so I took a deep breath, and went regardless, knowing I would enjoy the pedicure in any event … and the effect of fine feet afterwards …

As soon as I got to my appointment the feeling of being unwell lifted and I happily chatted to the gorgeous girl who had been assigned to me about colour …

As I sat and had my feet scrubbed I sensed that this was a God appointment and I felt that I was to pray, a little later, for this girl with whom I had struck up an immediate rapport. 

She is a mum of a four-year-old boy, and a step-mum to two teenage girls.  She lives in a large country town, not far from Melbourne, and the girls live in a Melbourne suburb, not far from where I live.  As we chatted I also discovered that her mum was a mid-wife, at the hospital where I had my two children, and as we talked even further, we worked out that her mum had helped me deliver my first child … on reflection (after the God encounter) I realised that this too was no coincidence … this appointment had been set up … way back in 2003!

As the pedicure came to an end I said “I would love to pray for you”.

She said “sure” and her eyes immediately filled with tears … the Holy Spirit was physically tangible around us.

I stood and took her hand in mine and invited the Holy Spirit to come (even though He was already there) and her eyes overflowed with tears as the anointing came even more powerfully …

I prayed as I felt led … I declared her destiny open, I declared open doors over her life, I blessed her and released favour.

I then felt to pray a Father’s Blessing over her and as I did, with my hand on her head she openly wept … and I gently kissed her on the forehead.

I asked her if she had asked Jesus into her heart – she responded “we’re Catholics, of course” so I said “just ask Holy Spirit to fill you up”. And she did … with tears running down her face.

I kissed her on the cheek and held her for a very long time as she cried, and I told her gently that she was beautiful, that God delighted in her, that she no longer had to do it on her own, and that although her natural father had not been there for her, God was, and it was time for her to go to Him … I said how she had been so very strong for so very long, but that now, it was time for her to go to Him and allow Him to take the load and, to hold her …

I briefly talked to her about going to where God was for her (her “God space“) and explained (aware of the time) that where that was would always feel safe, it would feel for her like she had felt as I had prayed … surrounded and filled with love – she nodded with me saying it had felt very safe and full of love.

I sat in the waiting room as she got me a tea and I asked if she ever came up to Melbourne on Tuesday nights … She said her partner visited his girls on a Tuesday night.  I explained I held a group on a Tuesday night for people to discover more of God … the timing another coincidence that she pointed out to me and … I gave her my details and said she would be welcome to come if she wanted … or she could just call …

Whether she calls or not, or comes or not, she has had an encounter with the Creator of the universe … she has had an encounter with God … she has had an encounter with a Father, with a loving Father, a God who is a Father who “so loved the world that He gave His one and only son … ” (John 3:16 – emphasis added) … she tasted and saw that God is Good (Psalm 34:8)…

I hope she chooses to call or email … I hope she chooses to come to our nights … where that will lead I do not know, but I do know that if she chooses to go on her journey with God, as her loving Father, as her Loving Saviour, as her Loving Friend … she will  see that …

God is Good!