Receiving some sunshine and releasing some “Son-shine”…God is Good!

God loves my local hairdressers … He turns up there on a regular basis …

I was at the hairdressers on Saturday 5th November 2011 getting some “sunshine” put into my hair for summertime …

I have been going to see the same girl for nearly 8 years now, and she knows my own story, as well as many of the stories of others who have overcome known or suspected infertility …

My hairdresser is beautiful, clever, smart, kind, very very sensible, courageous and was their youngest manageress ever!  She is very self-sufficient and has managed life well…

She has known for a very long time that I am a Christian.  She has watched as I got frustrated with everyday Christianity and how I recently decided to step out and believe what God’s word says about Himself … and me.  She has personally watched some of the early stories unfold in the salon, watching me pray for people while there.  She watched one of my earliest and biggest challenges in The nose that could not smell, she then saw the story of a baby with a toothache  unfold, and she knew about the salvation story.  God has been very busy in this salon! 

She has gradually become more open to me and to my faith and has asked questions, not just ones about the God stories, but about life in general … she says she watches my children and is interested in my views about life … and when she asks me these questions I take a deep breath ask God to give me wisdom and I answer them as best I can … for we are witnesses where ever we go, even without saying a word …

A few months ago she quietly said to me that she would like me to pray for the same miracle of fertility and conception that I and others I have prayed for have experienced … I vaguely recall having just finished telling her a story about a girl getting pregnant after prayer and she told me that it was time for her and her husband to start a family … and she wanted me to pray.

Touched, I gently reached around the chair and I prayed for her.  I didn’t feel anything much, but I believed by choice that God would honour the prayer as He had so many times before with women (and men) who wanted to get pregnant and I had prayed for.  I have continued to pray for her, and even called, when I felt to, just to encourage her in her conception journey.

Well, as I mentioned, last Saturday I was in the hairdressers getting some “sunshine” and B quietly let me know that she had been diagnosed with a hormonal imbalance – she needed higher levels of progesterone!

She came around and sat before me and said that she was planning to take me up on the “coffee and a chat for a prayer session” offer I had made many months ago … I looked and said “that would be great, and I am happy to do that, but lets quietly pray now?”  I took her hand, invited the Holy Spirit to come and … well, He did … He overwhelmed me, His presence was so strong, I started to cry in the middle of the salon!

She looked concerned, so I quickly explained that He had come very strongly, and I prayed declaring hormonal balance, declaring fertility and asking God to do for her what He had done for me … I knew not to pray double portion – the last person I did that for ended up pregnant in her next cycle with twins!

When I stopped, and it was only brief, I asked her if she had felt Him come.  She gasped and said “I did, I felt warmth flow all over and through me, and it was amazing, it went right through me!”

… the sun of righteousness shall rise with healing in its wings (Malachi 4:2)

Jesus had turned up in a magnificent way!  I was there to receive some “sun shine”; but I was in fact set up to release some “Son-shine” … and what a privilege it was!

Greatly encouraged I said that what she felt was the healing power of  the Holy Spirit and that I believed she would be fine now … and as I did my brain was screaming at me “what if the test results she’s having in a month show that the hormones are still unbalanced? …”

It has been a relationship of 8 years with this girl.  It has not been a relationship “to convert” but a relationship between two girls doing life … one a Christian, and one that is not … yet … and the time came when she was open to His influence … the time came for me to step out and pray … she knew my faith, she had heard the stories and when she was ready she received … and boy did she receive! She was so open as I prayed and I am sure it was her hunger that drew Him so powerfully … her hunger and His desire to prove Himself strong for her, I just had to effect the introduction, He did the rest …

I later came home, and thought of the immediate fears I had of failure, even though she felt the heat surge through her body (much like what had happened to me all those years ago).  I reminded myself that the issue was now with God – I would continue to pray as prompted by God, and I would continue to believe … and who knows, she may even get pregnant in the next cycle, she just may, and if she does not, I know she will conceive at just the right time … and I will keep you posted … 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!

And she could dance once more …

Dance dance wherever you may be

I am the Lord of the dance said He

And I’ll lead you all wherever you may be

And I’ll lead you all in the dance said He

(Sydney Carter)

About 3 months ago, a little poppet in my daughter’s ballet class hurt her foot.  Her Mum commented that she could not dance and was frustrated since she had a competition coming up and needed to practice.  She is a serious little ballerina, and to be stopped from her practice was challenging to say the least.  I listened …

They know that I have laid hands on people in the past, praying for healing.  The mum personally knows some of the people I have prayed for at the ballet school, and she has listened to many stories of God’s healing and other miracles, both ones I have witnessed and ones I have heard of from reliable sources.  She has enjoyed my passion with grace and acceptance …

Well, here was an opportunity to put my money where my mouth was … so to speak.

I took a deep breath and offered to pray for her daughter.  She graciously agreed, and so, on a cold evening I placed my hand on the girls foot, invited the Holy Spirit to come and commanded the foot to be healed in Jesus name … and as I did so I recounted to the girl a testimony of a little boy’s sprained ankle being healed in my daughter’s school playground, in such a complete way that he took the bandage off and ran immediately on the foot … I trusted the release of the testimony and invited God to “do it again” …

The girl felt something, and then said the pain had gone.  She tested it and said the pain had gone.  I said she did not need to say it had, if it had not … and she said it had gone as she tried something she could not do before … and so I left the mum and her daughter saying to them both “let me know how she goes … either way.”

I spoke to the mum a few days later …

The foot had been healed and her daughter had danced from that day on …

He danced on the Sabbath and He cured the lame

And a little girl danced again because …

God is Good!

“Give me an hour … it will be worth your time” … seeking first His Kingdom (Matt 6:33)…

… seek first His kingdom and His righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. (Matthew 6:33)

The last week of the last school term was a very, very busy week.  My daughter was finishing at her school and, since it is important to honour those that sow into our children, I had a number of gifts to purchase to thank the various teachers … the class teacher, the music teacher, the art teacher, the extended maths teacher, the P.E. teacher, the principle, the office staff etc. Farewells were being said, new connections were being made at the new school and preparations were underway for my daughter’s 8th birthday party, scheduled for the first Saturday afternoon of holidays.  There was also the finalising of new uniforms, books, speaking with new teachers … life was busy …

In the middle of this week my daughter came home from swimming and announced that she did not know where her plate was (she has a plate to help realign her teeth).  We questioned her about it, and started looking all over the house, beginning with the most logical places to search and eventually looking in even the implausible places … including the dogs’ bed.

Over dinner, it was discussed how she had not taken her plate box to school and when questioned about what she did with it as she ate, she advised us that she had balanced it on her foot while she ate her lunch, and that perhaps it had fallen onto the ground … she could not remember.  After discussing this with her, and finding out that this was not the first time she had lost her plate (it had happened once before when it had been handed into the school office), we explained that we expected her to remember her plate box (with tears entailing) and that she needed to tell us if she needed help with setting up routines that assisted her in being responsible with this rather expensive, but necessary item. With the discussion ensuing, my husband went up to the school with a flash light to search for the plate in the school grounds … to no avail …

More tears ensued on his return and we explained that her second last day at school would need to be cut short in order to get to an appointment with the orthodontist, to have the plate replaced at a further cost of $450 … we all looked around the house again, and we prayed that the plate would miraculously turn up praying … “please do as you did for our camera God (an amazing story of restitution); please do as you did for Kitty Kat God (another amazing story of  restitution see  http://godisgoodforkids.wordpress.com/2011/04/22/god-cares-about-our-loveable-toys-and-his-children-too/  for the story and others on restitution on the God is Good for kids blog); and my daughter, red-eyed went to bed with another life lesson having been learnt …

The following day Thursday 22nd September was frantic.  We had an appointment that afternoon with the orthodontist, necessary since it took a week to get another plate made and fitted and we were due to leave for holidays in a week on Friday 30th September. We also had an appointment for her to have her eyes checked for new glasses, and the shopping to do to find appropriate gifts to say thank you to her various teachers, farewell gifts for the kids all decisions which she wanted to be involved in …

I dropped my 4-year-old off at kindy and thought that I had about one half to get a lot of other jobs done quickly, before I collected my daughter from school early, collected my son from kindy and took both children to the appointment … 

As I drove home, I could feel God calling on me to spend time with Him.  I “spoke back” saying … “but I have so much to do, I have to collect R early, get her to the orthodontist, get her to her eye appointment, and do all the shopping ready for the last day of school, and her birthday is in two days …”  I argued that I had not  been well for some time, and was finding it difficult to cope with it all, to keep all the balls in the air, and I felt guilty because I felt like His request was just another demand on my time and energy …. and still I felt Him calling to me …

He said: “have your lunch quietly with me and then sit and spend time with me … give Me an hour it will be worth your time …”

I “gave in”, a bit begrudgingly, but knowing that my attitude needed “adjusting” and I apologised to God.  I went straight home, made some lunch, put on some worship/soaking music by Isi de Gersigny, and sat down to spend an hour with Him …

I sat, I listened, I prayed as prompted and then lay back as I felt he wanted me to, in order to position myself to allow Him to just love on me.  I did not feel anything in particular but in faith I rested.  After some time I suddenly “saw” a picture of my daughters pink plate sitting on her pink and cream doona cover on her bed … I said to Him, “ok I will go up and take a look there, but you tell me when to go up the stairs to look … I will do this for You in faith …even though I feel a bit silly

I then soaked some more and when I felt God say “go now” I got up, went up our stairs to my daughter’s bedroom and looked on her bed, feeling a bit foolish …

I walked in and looked on the bed … it was not there. 

I pulled back the covers, I moved the pillows … it was not there. 

A bit disappointed, and knowing I needed to leave in about 10 minutes to collect her from school I thought I would recheck the pockets of the dressing gown and track suit pants that she had worn to swimming … it was not there either …

I turned from the cupboards feeling foolish … thinking that it was all my imagination, and I fought off the disappointment, reminding myself that God was good … when I glanced over at a large basket that doubles as a table top in my daughter’s bedroom, and by her night-light, there, as plain as day, was my daughters plate … 10 minutes before I had to leave to take her to get a new one refitted …

I gasped, barely believing what I saw and started to thank Him.  I spent the next 5 minutes or so repenting for my lack of faith, barely believing what had just happened and thanking Him for His kindness, thanking Him for His faithfulness … I then called my husband to ask him to cancel the orthodontist appointment …

As I told my husband the story he gasped … he said he had looked on that basket twice the night before … he swore it had not been there and I knew, had he looked there, which he said he had, he would have seen it there if it had been there … and yet it was so obviously there when I saw it …

God had said … “give me an hour, it will be worth your time” …

“seek first His kingdom … “ (Matthew 6:33)

It is a life scripture for me, I should have known better … the time was worth it … it always is!

An hour was redeemed in not having to race off to the orthodontist’s that afternoon; a further hour was saved for the follow-up appointment that had been booked in to take place prior to us going away (hence the rush for the fitting appointment); and, in that hour of time, He had saved us an outlay of another $450 … so, in fact, sitting with God had earned our family about $600 in “before tax dollars” … not a bad investment in time!

All in all it was an hour well spent … because, in addition, I got some time with my loving Father.  Before sitting down to be with Him, there was no thought of getting the plate back through doing what He said, whatever was going to happen, I had resolved to spend the time with Him … and regardless of the outcome I knew I would be refreshed, but in addition, time was redeemed, money was saved and my children saw their God come through for them and us as a family, again,  in yet another miraculous way because, as we all know …

God is good!

“For the testimony of Jesus is the spirit of prophecy” Revelation 19:10…releasing the goodness of God

“For the testimony of Jesus is the spirit of prophecy … “ (Rev 19 10).  To prophesy is to declare God’s intentions, His goodness … Paul writes in 1 Cor 14:3 “But everyone who prophesies speaks to men for their strengthening, encouragement and comfort”; indeed, Paul writes that “I would rather have you prophesy” (1 Cor 14:5), to emphasise the importance of the prophetic word being released by believers.

Well, this story has that very power.  This story came in and a person I know read the testimony in its “raw” form.  The story is about sowing into the Kingdom of God financially … but, as a person with a benign tumour read it, the “tone in the ear shifted” … the ear has been affected by a tumour and the hearing has been affected … so, as a completely unrelated Jesus story was read it seems that power was released into the ear … this shift has encouraged that person to read more, listen to more, engage more with the testimonies of healing from a Good God!

If the spirit of Jesus is the spirit of prophecy, then could Jesus and His presence ride forth on a story, on a testimony, and cause a shift in something that is unrelated to the subject of the story?  I know that Bill Johnson covers such concepts in his book “The Power of the Testimony” … healings do take place as testimonies have been released into the atmosphere, but I think (but I could be very wrong here) that the healings referred to were only ones of a similar nature to the testimony released, a similar condition … this release of power came on the reading of a financial miracle testimony, and the power of Jesus was released into an ear …

Could it be as we share our stories of a Good God that power is released for more than  just the miracle to which the story relates? …

Just one more good reason to let the world know that God is Good …

The story received by email Monday 5th September 2011 reads:

Here is a story of sowing into the kingdom of God.

It started about a month ago; my wife was invited to a Birthday morning tea. We know this family is standing in faith for financial provision, so we decided to put $100 in her birthday card.

A couple of weeks later, our family and some others were in Geelong helping my wife’s grandparents by laying gravel in their driveway. After we finished, my wife’s Pa gave us $100 as a way of saying “thank you”.

We sowed that money into the love offering for David Wagner.

Then, at a conference where our catering business was supplying food, we had sold only half of the food we prepared! So, we were giving away pies, pasties etc in the afternoon to whoever wanted something to eat rather than throwing them out. One person wanted to pay and I said “you can’t pay, but you’re more than welcome to make a love offering…” Later I found out that he gave my wife $100, we sowed that too back into the love offering for Bill Johnson and Leif Hetland.

The next day of the conference we sold EVERYTHING! We had a little bit of product left over which we were able to make into little hampers to give away – Such Fun!

So last Tuesday I was working in a factory area selling coffees, when I was described by a factory boss as being like a “white light” and … he ordered $100 extra in coffee.

Last Wednesday we went to my wife’s sister’s house to cook her some dinner. She is pregnant and not feeling the best at times. We cooked 7 meals, plus 3 serves of fried rice; our kids came too and slept on the couch.  My wife’s sister and her husband came for dinner last night, and gave us a thank you card, with a Coles voucher in it – value: $100

Makes me wonder what would happen if we started to sow $500?!

What stories of God’s goodness are you keeping to yourself?

You never know … if you start to tell the stories in your own life of a Good God, you may just release the spirit of prophecy, and with it a tumour may shift, a leg may grow out, or a heart may be healed … you will never know unless you start to speak and, I hazard a guess, that if you start power will be released … and that power will heal because …

God is Good!

It’s time to move out!

I have suggested through out many blogs that the language of coincidence is one of the ways God speaks to us … as I step up and out I am becoming more and more convinced of this …

I was at the shopping centre Thursday 5th May 2011 buying my youngest some shoes at Myers. I could not find a single person to sell them to me … I wandered about when I eventually found a cashier and wandered over.

There was a Mum of three children all under the age of 3 or 4 years … one in a pram, one walking and the youngest was 8 weeks old in a baby sling. The toddler in the pram had very red cheeks. I asked if it was teeth and was told no she was a rosy cheeked girl, but that even so she was teething and they had been having a dreadful time of it, with four teeth coming through all together.

I quickly told the Mum about my ballet school friend whose little boy was teething and was not sleeping and we prayed and he slept through from that time on (see links below for stories) and with that testimony offered I suggested I pray.

She agreed, and I prayed for her daughter who went very quiet while she gazed into my eyes. I finished praying, wished her well and went to get the shoes.

While I had been praying the sales assistant had got the right size shoes for M, we tried them on and as we chatted at the cash register I offered to pray for her too, mentioning how well she was handling the shop sales with no staff … she readily agreed saying she had bought a house and the settlement had been held up and that she was very very stressed … I took her hand and prayed. She felt great peace. I then mentioned a friend who I had taught to go to her God space and walked her through a simple exercise for her to access God. She went straight to that place of peace and I suggested that when she got anxious she go to that place, but in the meantime the settlement would happen and the doors to her destiny would open, and as I prayed for this I explained how doors of destiny had opened last year over and over again for people that I had prayed for. She thanked me saying how calm she felt and I wandered off to complete my shop and go home.

On the way out of the complex I saw a huge sale at a major electrical store.  I felt to go in and was blessed with an amazing purchase of something I had wanted for many years, after which my son and I went home.

Later that day, I popped back up to the electrical store to confirm an issue with the purchase, not being able to get through on the phone lines. I spoke to the sales person and he mentioned he was desperate for a coffee, so while he sorted a few issues out for me, I went and got him a coffee … well the girl that made his coffee was lovely and I felt to offer to pray for her … she agreed and as I took her hand and prayed I received a word of knowledge … there was something about a house for her.  I asked if that meant anything to her … she responded stating she wanted to move out … another house issue … 2 in one day … coincidental!

I prayed telling her the open doors to destiny testimony … I know I have used that testimony many times over it is a great precedent to ask God to do again and again … She thanked me for the prayer saying she felt something and I took the coffee back to the sales person and went on my way.

The house issue was an interesting one. I went home and talked to God about it and I felt to pray that I would settle well into my new spiritual home, that nothing would stop me from finding my place in the Body of Christ … and yet now as I write about the day I realise it has far more reaching consequences … I think many of us are moving … we may not be actually selling our homes, although many people I know are in that process, but I think that many of us in the Body of Christ are being called to move … if not homes, then to just move … move on, move out, move up, move forward … just move and then He can start to steer us …

I actually think He is calling us all to move out … to take it out, to let Him out of us … for we are a store house of miracles waiting to be released … if only we would go out and let go, give away what we have … we have had plenty of time to grow up … now it is time to move … OUT!

I feel it is time for the Body of Christ to grow up. Stop allowing issues to block, acknowledge that we are old enough, have enough and know enough, because all we really need to know is Christ in us … and then out we go, taking Him with us, and where ever we go will always be “home” for … “home is where the heart is” … and I happen to believe that God’s heart is on the streets of Melbourne … or on the streets of your neighbourhood … if our heart is in His heart and His heart is in our heart and our home is where the heart is then our home is out there on the streets … AS WE GO … so lets move out with God because …

God is good!

Links:

 Ballet mum receives the gift of healing and is ready for a good night’s sleep dated Saturday 26th February 2011 http://godisgoodstories.com/2011/03/04/ballet-mum-receives-the-gift-of-healing-and-is-ready-for-a-good-nights-sleep-saturday-26th-february-2011/ 

Praise report – God is Good dated Saturday 5th March 2011

http://godisgoodstories.com/2011/03/07/praise-report-god-is-good-saturday-5th-march-2011/