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“Reunification” was the word-God is Good!

Yesterday afternoon I was travelling interstate to attend a conference. The plane landed and I struggled to free my on board luggage from the overhead locker, and unintentionally invaded a gentleman’s space.

I apologised and as we stood to wait to disembark he asked if it was “home” and I said “no … I was attending a Christian conference”. He went on to say he was visiting his family, but that he was meant to have his daughter with him, but that she was ill. He then went on to mention that his daughter had not been able to come because she had broken out into a rash.

I said “what a shame”, and as we disembarked, climbing down the ladder onto the tarmac, I offered to pray. He readily agreed and so we stood at the base of the stairs of the plane and I introduced myself, explaining I was a Christian, and he introduced himself back saying he was a Christian too!  We laughed, I took his hand, and I invited the Holy Spirit to come.  We prayed for his daughter to be healed, for her histamine levels to come back into normal range and for her immune system to tolerate the penicillin (he had said it was an allergic reaction to penicillin). I then felt I “heard” the word “reunification” or “reunion” or something along those lines and I mentioned it to him, explaining that it made no sense to me, but asking if it did to him.

He looked at me and said “that does mean something to me … My wife and I are separated …” and as we walked into the terminal together he explained that he was separated, that was visiting family for four days and that he and his wife had separated, he felt, due to the over protectiveness she had with their two children, the fear that something might happen … He continued saying that she had been pregnant previous to him meeting her and that child had died … She had a very understandable fear that her children may also die … and as I heard the story my heart went out to them as a couple and to her as a woman, or girl, who had got pregnant young, had a child out of wedlock who had suffered the sadness and grief of having that child die … only to have two more with a husband, but to be filled with a constant fear for her children’s safety ..

As we walked in, his parents greeted him and he introduced me to them, explaining that I had prayed for him, that I was a Christian too, here for a conference. They asked me what conference I was attending… I told them and they said … “Oh how funny our grand-daughter is the worship leader there … Make sure you say hello to her …”!
I looked at S (the gentleman I had prayed for) and said “were you planning to come along?”

He said “no”, he hadn’t planned to but he then responded that he just may, since it was Friday night Saturday day and Saturday night…

I then quickly switched the conversation back to his wife.  I felt an urgency to pray for her for as he had spoken about his wife, I had felt my compassion stir, and I knew I needed to pray.

I mentioned this and he agreed, and so we stood, and prayed for his wife.  I prayed as I felt led, for her to feel the Fathers heart, for her to be released from all fear, for His love to surround her, and for her to be released from the condemnation she had felt as an unmarried mother.  I prayed that she would know the love of God in a tangible way, to know that she was not to blame for the death of her child, that she was free of judgement, and for her to feel the peace of God in a tangible way, for her to know beyond any doubt that it was safe to releases her children into His care. I then prayed for their marriage, for unity and for reunification…

S stood and agreed with me.  He looked tangibly moved, and as I prayed I knew that his wife was the main reason for me to stop to pray. I had felt to pray about the daughter, but the compassion had come and the heavy tangible sense of the anointing had swept around us as I had prayed for his wife…I felt that, yes, I was meant to pray for the daughter, the allergic reaction was not God’s will, however, it was a means to an end, where God could then show His love to the father, and release His heart of reunification and healing for the marriage and for the mother…

God had set me up again!  God had set S up too!  And, the extraordinary “coincidence” of his niece being the worship leader at the conference that I was going to, that the father was free to come to the conference if he so chose because he was there on his own, indicated to him, I believe, that God cared, that God had it in hand, that God “saw” him, and with that, God was drawing S to Himself, and through him, his family would be drawn too, just because…

God is so very, very Good!

Even when we miss it … God is Good!

Hearing God’s voice as we go … to be in His Presence as we walk out our every day life, to hear and step in time, in tune, with His heart beat is surely one of life’s greatest pleasures and delights …

Even when we are listening … even when we hear … we can still miss the mark … He loves us thoroughly, regardless …

Last Friday I placed an order for fruit and vegetables.  As I did felt an inclination to place an order for some friends that were due to return from being overseas the same weekend …

I emailed a query about delivery times, our delivery cycle was for Tuesday, their area was for a Thursday and so I used “logic” to figure I must have heard wrong, since by Thursday these friends would well and truly be home from holidays and would be organised enough to have their supplies in the fridge … I also figured I could place the order later since their cut off time was a few days later than when I was ordering, so I figured I had time …

Yesterday, the following Thursday morning I sent a text message to my friend and received a text back saying she was ill, and had no food in the house and had done no shopping …

I instantly felt a pang of regret …

I texted back I would pray and with a full day scheduled I rang the organic company knowing full well that the cut off date was past and that they would be packing their boxes, for their last day of delivery before the Christmas break of a month … it would be a miracle to be able to arrange a box of produce!

I rang, explained my dilemma.  Thankfully they related, since they are Christians, and promised to do their best, but that they had really only bought enough produce for the current order cycle since they were shutting after this run for Christmas … I prayed for a multiplication of food and waited …

About an hour later, I received a call and was told they had enough for a small box of produce with a few extras …

So, I arranged for the delivery.

The family that received the box were delighted, but I still apologised to them for missing the mark … I knew I had needed to order a bigger box, not delay the obedience, but to hear and obey, and so they had not received their full blessing …

The moral of the story … even when we listen, and hear … we can still miss God’s voice, His will.  My role is to be obedient, not “logical”, because we really do not know what is going on in other peoples’ lives … our choice to obey immediately, or not, can impact others dramatically …

Now yes, I acknowledge that this was not a life and death situation like the bus full of children story, but still …we are a body and we need to support one another … we need to listen and obey … for …

… if you love Me, you will obey [Me] … (John 14:15)

I could have erred on generosity, rather than logic (I’d rather “miss it” and err on the side of generosity and kindness) … if we believe we hear from Him, and we all do, and if we feel we are being asked to do something that resonates with His character of loving kindness, generosity, abundance, encouraging, uplifting …then we cannot go far wrong …

Just as a body, though one, has many parts, but all its many parts form one body, so it is with Christ. (1 Corinthians 12:12)

And, as a body we need one another … with Christ as the head

From Him the whole body, joined and held together by every supporting ligament, grows and builds itself up in love, as each part does its work. (Ephesians 4:16)

So we need to obey, we need to encourage one another, bless one another, up hold one another … in the natural and in the spiritual with prayer … and if we do the unity and love that we show for one another will radiate His glory for …

God is Good!

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

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

(Habakkuk 2:14 NIV)

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

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

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

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

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

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

She celebrates her children’s prayers being answered

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

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

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

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

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

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

God is Good!

Praying in the hospital … God is Good! Saturday 1st October 2011

“And these signs shall follow them that believe; In my name shall they … will place their hands on sick people, and they will get well.” (Jesus speaking in Mark 16:17-18 NIV)

The last few days of last week were quite a challenge.  My 4-year-old son was in hospital … he came out Saturday night (praise God) and we are continuing to believe for full healing.  Finding myself at hospital, when we were due to leave for a much anticipated and needed holiday I decided to look for people that God wanted me to stop for … what better place to offer the healing of Jesus Christ than in the Children’s’ Hospital … Right?  I figured, I would do some damage for theKingdomofHeaven, as much as I could in any case!

On Friday evening, he was moved to a ward after being in emergency all day.  A Mum came over to me as we settled in, and said “hello”.  I felt that I needed to offer to pray for her daughter who had peritonitis (blood poisoning) from a burst appendix, but was not sure about timing ….

My husband stayed over night with M and on my return to the ward in the morning we were told that M would be discharged that evening.  I prepared to take my nearly 8 year old home and knew I needed to offer before I left.  I did, and the Mother and Father stated that they were Christians too, were very touched and said that prayer would be great, but their daughter needed to go to the toilet – could I wait?

I agreed, and waited …

Then the grandparents arrived, and the Mother said they were not yet Christians and so I said I would wait, and so I waited …

Eventually I got the opportunity, and I knelt by the bed and quietly explained to the little 9-year-old girl, that there was no sickness in Heaven and so it did not belong in her body, that Jesus had won her healing and that her healing and health would be His full for all He paid …

The father stopped me gently and said “sorry” and asked what denomination I belonged to … he then continued on to say that they said they had different doctrinal beliefs … they believed that God allowed sickness, why He did they did not know, but that He allowed it… they also believed that Jesus could heal.  The Mother looked at me desperately and said she had to believe that God allowed sickness, otherwise she would go mad, because she said that God as always good …

I smiled and said that while I did not agree with their view, I respected their belief system.  I said I did not want to argue doctrinal differences, and I quoted a few scriptures about healing which he agreed with … I then said that I believed that Jesus died for us all, and that He rose again, and that on this we could agree … the parents agreed … I had found our place of unity …

Admittedly, I was a bit taken aback, but regardless I said that I honoured them and that as a Father I understood he did not want me to lay my hands on his child and pray (I had already been holding his daughters hand when I first spoke to her).  He said I could pray without laying hands, and I asked if they as her parents gave us permission to pray for her, stating that it held more authority with their permission as parents … they agreed and so I said I would pray for her …

He said he was always very careful as a father, who he allowed to pray for his children, and I said I understood, that we were too, and that I honoured him and his wife as the child’s parents …

As my daughter and I left the mother looked at her daughter and said how much better she looked already … I noted later as I drove home that I had been given a chance to kneel by the bed and hold her hand and just talk about the healing powers of Jesus (the power of the Truth … the power of the Word … the power of the Testimony) and that God’s intention was that we be well …

My daughter and I prayed for her as we left the hospital, and I said sorry to God on behalf of the parents (standing in the gap so to speak) for the fact that He was given credit for allowing her sickness.  I blessed the parents and spoke healing into their daughter as we walked to our car.

Perhaps the encounter will be the catalyst for them to seek the Truth on the issue of healing … perhaps they will not too … It was not my job to win an argument, but to offer to pray, to honour the parents and to find a place of agreement in love, whereby unity could be found and I could stand with them and pray for the healing of their daughter, to be given permission to pray …

The Mother did note that I offered to pray for them before I knew they were Christians …

I must admit I did start to query how I went about it … the “if onlys” … if only I had just prayed instead of … but then I stopped myself … who knows what our brief discussion may be a catalyst for in the future …

I do not know why they believe that God allowed the sickness, but yet that Jesus could heal and then how they had their entire church praying for healing, against a sickness that God, in their minds had allowed … but then, I had also held such a belief about my own disability when I was pregnant as I tried to marry my disability into my belief system that God is all good, all powerful … and thank goodness I had people around me that had challenged this belief system, through kind, gentle yet firm scriptural teaching …

These beautiful people had been through so much.  I trust they can and will capture that God does not allow sickness but that sickness comes from the enemy, and it is us, the body of Christ, who have been left in charge, who need to go about doing as Jesus did, … destroying the deeds of the devil!

And, in the meantime, I stand in unity with those parents in proclaiming to the world that …

God is Good!

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