About a week ago I was doing a big grocery shop … restocking the bare cupboard so to speak.

As my products were being swiped through I looked at the girl serving me, and a knowing feeling came upon me … and I knew I was to offer to pray.

I looked for any obvious signs of injury and could not see any … always a bit awkward I felt if you did not know why and if it was busy …

My purchase was finished up, and I could sense that the woman behind me was itching to get through and out; so, I resolved in my heart to unpack my shopping into my car, come back with the trolley and then offer to pray.  I silently hoped and trusted there would be a pause in the customers … knowing that so often there wasn’t … either way, I knew I just had to step out and offer regardless of who was there …

On my return to her check out counter I quietly waited while she finished serving the woman after me.  I mentioned to her that I wanted to pray for her, and that I would wait, and as I explained this I saw a bandage on her wrist … I had not seen it before … and I said with a smile that I now saw why I was to offer to pray …

She smiled, and kept serving the woman … turning back to me and smiling broadly …

She finished up, and another person came to be served, but instead she turned to me and I quickly asked about the wrist … it was a very sore repetitive strain injury (RSI) that required the support of a bandage for her to lift and shift the groceries …

I gently held her wrist in my hand and invited the Holy Spirit to come, explaining that I was a Christian, and I commanded the pain, the RSI and the spirit of arthritis to leave.  Once I did I released the oil of the Holy Spirit into her arm … I then asked if I could place my hand on her shoulder … she agreed and I prayed freedom of movement into her shoulder and I got her to swing her arm around, explaining to her I felt the problem extended down her arm from the shoulder, that she needed to gently move her shoulder and arm in a circular manner to release and free the arm …

She did so and I asked her to check the injury out.  She shifted her thumb …

No pain.

She wriggled her fingers …

No pain.

I suggested she take off her support, and as she did she wriggled her fingers and turned her wrist … as she looked at me smiling …

No pain!

With the flick of her wrist, the pain had gone and she was healed in Jesus name!

I said “thank you Jesus!”, smiled and thanked her for letting me pray … blessing her and encouraging her to move her shoulder and arm regularly as I left the store …

A simple prayer … a little out of my way … a small moment of my time taken to release God’s goodness and healing power … a moment to agree with God’s will for another life and now she knew that …

God is Good!