Fragrance, colour and freedom…God is Good!

On my husband’s birthday my son and I decided to pop into his work and have a coffee with him.

We found a table at a local coffee shop.  It was a café that we had been to many times before, and I had always felt comfortable there, but this time, as I sat down I felt uneasy. 

I sat and as I waited for our orders to be taken I could smell a strong nauseating smell, a smell that was overpowering and made me want to leave … it was the same smell as someone who I know quite well that suffers from a mental illness … I pondered the smell and looked at the girl next to me and wondered whether she too was struggling with some form of mental illness.

We placed our order, and the two girls at the table next to us left to go upstairs.

There was still a “cloud” or a “heaviness” in the atmosphere … and I looked at the two girls serving, usually joyful … and thought that the girl making coffees looked “grey” … she lacked colour … and the other one swore angrily as she hit her head … a four lettered expletive came out of her mouth in front of my son and I flinched …

I felt grouchy and thought why did I bother and I went upstairs to the bathroom, having a chat to God on the way …

I sensed that He was showing me something, but I did not particularly want to offer to pray … to be quite honest, I just wanted to leave.

We finished up and my husband paid, leaving the shop to adjust my son’s car seat as I waited for my son to finish his snack.

As I did, the girls started to chat to me … and I thought “what the heck” and so I said “I want to pray for you both” …

They said “oh no, you have already paid” …

To which I responded “No … I want to pray for you both … can I pray a blessing for you both?”

They both agreed and so I leant over the counter and took the coffee makers hand and I stretched out and took the other girls hand … they told me their names and I began to pray …

For the coffee maker I prayed favour, I released colour and joy and hope, and I declared her destiny open … she visibly changed colour … her complexion suddenly filling with colour …

I then turned to the other girl and looked at her and I said to her that I felt things had been tough, but that the past was the past but that it was a new day … that the door on the past was closed and I declared her future open … I declared in “new beginnings” …

They both gasped … presumably because it was accurate … and I think that they realised that God had been released in their midst …

The second girl looked at me and said “wait, please wait …will you please do that for the girl upstairs?”

I said “sure but I have to check on my son” …

M had run out of the shop and on checking he was ok and seeing his was with my husband I shouted out what I was doing and disappeared back into the coffee shop …

I went upstairs and the second girl quickly explained in a very excited manner what I had done, how I had said stuff about her past, and that the door to the past was shut … and she said you have to get her to pray for you …

The girl looked at me and agreed.

I asked her name … noting that the strong smell around her had gone and I recognised that the smell had been a sign, a “word of knowledge” which had come in the form of smell, and I knew then, for sure, that I had been set up by God to release freedom upon this girl…

I asked if I could place my hand on her and I prayed … I said to her gently that I sensed she had been sad … very sad and she agreed.

I then said that I sensed that it had gotten so bad that it was now “clinical” … and she agreed … and so I prayed freedom, I told the depression to leave, and I released the joy of the Lord over her … I released peace and then I sensed or rather I “saw” in my mind’s eye an arrow shooting through the darkness and I felt that she had a great gift that had been turned against her and that it had gone bad for her … she needed God to show her how to walk into her gifts and in doing so she would be freed.

I explained that I felt she had a great gift, a gift of insight, that she knew things about people clearly and that she would be precise in her discernment, but that it had been misunderstood, and it had caused her to spiral down into depression … I said it was “time” … time for her to sit in her Daddy’s lap, in God’s lap and be loved and to, from that place, explore what her gift was …

All the while through she nodded in agreement …

I finished praying what I felt led to pray and I gently kissed her on the head, releasing the blessing of the Father upon her, and I told her that it was time for joy, great joy, that I saw her happy, joyfully skipping, dancing running down the street and that that was who she was created to be.

I gave her my number and told her the suburb where I lived … it was not far from her place … and I mentioned to her that we held our nights where she could safely come and sit in the lap of her Father God and learn what her true identity was … a much beloved daughter of the Most High God …

She said she would come … but that this next time she would be inSydney…

I left her, wishing her well … her smiling gently with hope on her horizon that she was not destined for the hopelessness she had been plagued with …

I went downstairs and said thanks to the two girls … saying what an amazing girl the girl upstairs was …

And the two girls stood and stared … the one behind the counter smiling broadly and the other saying earnestly …

“what can we give you … let us give you something … can we give you money … are you in ministry … we must give you something to say thankyou ..”

I looked at her and kissed her on the cheek and just said … “no you cannot give me anything, I am not in full-time ministry, just believe that God loves you and that will be payment enough”

She objected saying “but it was amazing … I felt it … “ and the girl behind the counter was saying “I never felt anything like that … the heat that came on me…”

I smiled and said “you felt the Holy Spirit …”  I said to them both “this is normal Christianity … you too can have a life like this if you believe … this is what Christianity looks and feels like … I am a normal Christian with a powerful God that loves you “ and I told them about our nights and left wishing them well.

I realised that the emotions I was feeling when I first walked in were not my own …the smell was not that girl’s smell … the heaviness was not my own … but it was all an invitation from God to pray for three girls needing a Father’s blessing, needing an encounter with a loving God … they needed to know they were loved …

I am glad I stopped, and had not run … I had nearly missed it …

The entire encounter was so rewarding … leaving them embraced in the afterglow of having been loved and held and kissed by a loving God …

I was in awe of the fact that God would use me … me so to impact them so powerfully and I was reminded that I must just step out … He does the rest …

I cannot concoct the power … I cannot heal the depression … I cannot change destinies … I cannot fix even a head ache … not without Panadol …

But, I can stop, I can offer to pray … I can release heaven and reveal His goodness … I can then step out of the way and let God do the rest … the rest is His job, and He does His job so very well, the rest is marvellous because …

God is Good!

DJs, PJs and tears … God is Good!

I was returning some PJs last Wednesday, and collecting a surf board as a surprise birthday gift for my husband …

Kevin Dedmon from Bethel Church, Redding California had been to our church a couple of weeks earlier and there had been an impartation through the laying on of hands on the Sunday night … ever since I have been aware that I needed to grow all that God had planted in me … and I was on the look out for someone to pray for, a God assignment to continue to water and grow the seed within … to give away what I had been entrusted with …

I walked past people in wheel chairs, people with slings on their arms and wondered which one, thinking about “the call to arms” and decided to return the PJ’s first and stop on my way back through … feeling a bit guilty I tried to listen to what He was directing me to do, while quieting the fear of failure …

I headed into David Jones (DJs) and a woman I had prayed for before served me.

We got talking and joking about it being the day when women could propose to men …

As she spoke I felt God’s prompting for me to pray …

I asked for her hand saying I was going to pray for her, and she mentioned how I had done so before a couple of years ago …

I started to pray and prophecy over her … calling her into her future, “seeing” what she had endured and calling out the gems, the gold within … as I looked into her eyes and released God’s words of love for her she started to tear up …  I did too …

God had seen her, God knew what she had been through, and He loved her, He wanted the best for her …

I finished up and could feel the strong presence of the Holy Spirit around us.  I felt I needed to kiss her on the forehead and I leaned over the counter, placed my hands on either side of her head and kissed her gently on the forehead letting her know that her Father God loved her …

The flood gates opened as she was kissed … she removed her glasses and as she wiped the tears away she said “gee that was powerful …”

I mentioned to her about our group that gathered regularly to learn to hear His voice, to sit in His Presence, a group of people like her that had been touched by God and wanted to learn how to reconnect with a loving God … she asked for my number again …

She may call and come tomorrow night for our next get together … she may not … but the door has been left open and she has been touched again by her loving Father in Heaven … she has tasted and seen, very powerfully this time that …

God is Good!

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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!