man’s diagnosis – cerebral palsy but…God is Good!

On Christmas Day 2011 I posted a story.

It was a story of the beginning of a healing from cerebral palsy (see link).

The testimony came from a friend, who had been walking with the family concerned.

My friend, now a grandmother, is a pillar in the church, a giant in the land, who calls things that are not as though they are … and she is a giant because of the battles she and her husband, also a giant, has fought and won … she is a giant because she has laid her life down and God has raised her up to walk in great authority over the land …

My friend has been healed of cancer, foster cared over 70 babies and children, all the while caring for her son who was diagnosed with cerebral palsy …

While not denying the “facts” she stood her ground with a good God, holding onto the prophetic words spoken over her son and family, and believing and pulling on the promises of God in His word … and as she did she, and the community around her, watched as miracle after miracle unfolded … miracles that the doctors said would never happen …

This story has the fullness of promise that the other Christmas Day story had the beginnings of … 

This is a complete testimony of a complete healing for those of you who are looking for a total healing …

An apple seed has many apple trees within it … but first it must be planted and watered and cared for … so too, the promises of God …

God has used this family and this testimony as an apple seed for others … the testimony is a fully grown apple tree, which is now in turn seeding and creating a harvest of healings for others … and I know there are those out there that need to know that God is Good and that He is good to His word … that healing is available today …

This story, like its predecessor, was not instant, and in this world of instant this and instant that, I believe we so often miss what God is doing and somehow give up on a miracle that may have already started to happen, if we would just hang in there to see it to maturity?

My friends chose to speak life … not death over the world of their son … for “life and death is in the power of the tongue” (Proverbs 18:21) and in doing so saw God’s nature revealed …

Her story is as follows and she writes:

My pregnancies had never been easy, but with P the Lord did a miracle and after 4 months I was no longer sick and felt quite good.

P was born after a very easy labour, so easy that the doctor jokingly said that I might as well go home straight away since there had been nothing to it!

We dedicated P to the Lord at only 2 weeks of age … the whole service unintentionally resulted in being centred around his dedication as the Holy Spirit moved.

There were many prophecies over P that day, which also was not a usual occurrence. They were very powerful words and I remember feeling like Mary … and I hid the words in my heart.

Our beautiful boy did develop, a bit too slowly, but the doctor did not worry too much and said that I should not compare him to my girls since females often develop faster than males. However, it soon became obvious that something was wrong and the diagnosis of cerebral palsy (hemiplegic) was given.

The diagnosis for my husband J was devastating; but for me it carried some relief, since I was sure that something was wrong, but the doctors did not want to believe it for some time.

His birth had been so easy …

The prognosis became more and more grim as time went on.  We were told that P would never be able to tie his shoelaces, dress himself, eat with knife and fork, and he certainly would NEVER be able to drive a car, write properly, etc. etc…

We were told he needed surgery, but we felt to wait as long as possible with this, especially since we did not like the outcome of these surgeries.

We were given another option.  We were told that rather than surgery, a series of plasters could be casted on his body at regular intervals.  This would be a lot of hard work for me as his mum, but would make it possible for the surgery to wait until he was about 7 years of age.  We chose this option instead, hoping that our little boy would only have to endure 1 or 2 surgeries until he was an adult.

We set up a very strict regime of daily exercises for P.  We believe that we must do whatever we can in the natural as well as having faith.

When the time came for P to have his surgery, we had an amazing small group of friends gather around us and again mighty prophetic words came out. These words helped us so much. They gave us something to stand on, to believe, when the going was hard and with these we were able to continue to praise the Lord and trust Papa for the outcome.

P kept on improving and started to do many things we were told he would never be able to do. They started to call him ‘the miracle child’ at the Spastic Centre and took footage of him to show to other parents of children with cerebral palsy. In short … he was completely healed of cerebral palsy and is now a completely functioning adult.

P was later diagnosed as being severely dyslexic.  Again we looked to the Lord, doing our bit by reading with him every day, and although he did not like this one bit, (he had to read ‘baby’ books) after many years of struggle (this was before remedial teaching in schools), he learned to read and even came to love it.

Now as an adult, he often speaks publicly and has written many articles in magazines, etc. Another true miracle!!

When he sat for his V.C.E. (final year at school) he wrote an essay about what his disability had meant in his life and he received an A+ for this!!

A further diagnosis came when he was in his teens.   It was discovered that his sexual organs were not developing properly and we were advised that he would require surgery and would never be able to father children.

Well, he and his wife have 4 boys, one baby in Heaven and 3 boys here on earth.

His life has been a total miracle and he is now ‘the pillar in the church’ as was prophesied so many years ago.

We thank the Lord for all His goodness towards us.

This is a brilliant testimony of God’s goodness. 

It is a testimony of a healing, blooming into fullness over time …

My friends’ child was diagnosed with cerebral palsy, severe dyslexia and was later declared infertile … he has since grown into a completely healthy functioning adult man who is a happy husband and father who can read, write and speak well …

Now, for the purposes of complete and utter integrity it must be noted that, while it would not be apparent to those that do not know him, their son, at times of tiredness, will occassionally limp … apparently he tells his parents that he sees this limp as a reminder of what could have been …

All through the battle my friend did not give up, and continued to pull down on the Promises of God … all the while they continued to foster care over 70 children … I know … it amazes me too!

In fact, they would often get the toughest kids to foster and care for, including little “drug” babies because a little time with them and the transformation was remarkable … miraculous in fact … the authorities knew they had the “X factor” … little knowing it was really the “God factor” at work in their lives …

So, I ask … what miracle is around the corner for you? 

We all love the instant fixes, the eyes that open, the ears that hear, the lame that walk instantly, but often a healing can be a process … it comes as a seed that must grow … and in that process there is a coming closer into relationship with a loving Father God, who wants good things for His children (Matthew 7:11)…

I believe we must celebrate all stories of breakthrough, all stories of triumph, for in each story of breakthrough is the promise of our own breakthrough … this is why I love these stories …

God is no respecter of persons and we … “ overcome [the enemy] by the blood of the Lamb and by the word of [our] testimony…” (Rev 12:11) … there is power in the blood and in the word of our testimony … and so read and prepare for the hour of breakthrough in your own life and be blessed as you declare His goodness in your own lives and into the lives of others for …

God is Good!

testimony of alopacea healed because God is Good!

I was out walking a couple of weeks ago.  I had felt God say “take the dogs for a walk”.  I thought the walk was for me … for my dogs … for my health … time to chat with God or just walk and be … Well … the walk was for me … but it was for Grace too … and for the girl with the golden hair … and it was timed and orchestrated by God with perfection …

I was on the final leg home with my second dog (I walk them one at a time … easier that way) when I saw a woman I recognised as a local, someone whom I had seen around for the last 10 years or so.

We stopped and said “hello” reintroducing ourselves …

As we chatted, an elderly woman stopped and asked the woman, who had introduced herself as Grace, how her mouth was and I instantly knew I was to offer to pray …

They finished their chat and I gently asked Grace if I could pray for her healing … she readily agreed saying she had been healed from another condition years before through a Christian woman praying for her at work.

Encouraged, I placed my hand on her cheek (having asked permission to place my hand there first) and I invited the Holy Spirit to come.  I commanded her mouth to be healed and for all pain to leave in Jesus name.  I prayed for a release of the oil of the Holy Spirit … and I blessed her in the name of Jesus.  It was a quick and simple prayer and yet in the cold breeze of the morning the anointing was tangible … we both felt it … and it was good

After I had finished she thanked me and went on to say that she had felt something and that she fully believed she could and would be healed.  She then went on to say that due to a number of extremely sad and stressful circumstances, she had found herself not only depressed and traumatised, but with patchy hair loss … large areas, chunks of hair just fell out … she had suffered from a condition called “alopecia” …

My ears pricked up at this point.  I knew God was up to something.  This was not a chance encounter, but God was telling me something … the coincidence was too great to ignore, for, as you will see from my last post, this day was not long after I had prayed for a woman who had also suffered from hair loss … total hair loss … from a condition called “alopecia”.  (See link for story)

I mentioned this to Grace and she went on to say that she had been working at the time and a friend at her work, a Christian woman, had done exactly what I had done moments before and had offered to pray, placed her hand on her arm and told her to be healed in Jesus name … and Grace was … healed that is … she had total hair restoration and no longer suffered from the condition … complete hair restoration!

I told her about how I had prayed for the other girl and how encouraging her story was to me.  I thanked her for sharing it and I told her I would take this as an encouragement that the other girl would be healed …

We finished our chat and I wished her well …

As I walked home I thanked God … and laughed at the absurdity of meeting someone who had been healed of alopecia.  I had never met anyone with alopecia and here were two encounters in the matter of a week or two of girls who had suffered from alopecia … what are the odds!?

I thanked Him for the encouragement that Grace’s healing of alopecia had been to me … and I took the precedent of that healing and declared a release of the same over the girl with the golden hair …

So … the walk was for me … but it was for Grace as well … but it was for me … but it was for her … because that is how God works … He is the ultimate in multitasking …

I entered the warmth of my home with the warmth of God’s encouragement tucked in my heart.

I thanked Him for Grace, I thanked Him for the testimony, I thanked Him for His sense of fun and adventure and sense of humour.  I thanked Him for His goodness, and I thanked him for the testimony, for the precedent that Grace’s healing was to be … and I laughed at the so-called “coincidence” of meeting Grace … by the grace of God … by the Grace of God …

He speaks in many ways…

Yes I had been set up again by a good and loving God …

I had been set up for a God assignment with the timing of the dog’s walk to bless Grace … who in turn became a blessing all because …

God is good!

Her hair was to be His Glory…God is Good!

God has a sense of humour … and yet He is intensely serious, intentional and certainly knows how to maximise on available time …

Sometime before this day I had bought an item for my daughter from the same store that the following story took place (see link: And Peace flooded her soul).

At the time I had felt we were to buy it, but I also felt that we were not going to keep it … so, at the time, the purchase did not really make any sense to me … ahhh … me and my wisdom J

In any case, on this particular day in March 2013 I had a coffee catch up with someone.  The timing was tight with needing to leave for school pick up.  Regardless, I sensed that I was to bring the item in question, a poncho, with me … thinking that perhaps I would be able to return it while at this other major shopping complex.  I wondered why, given the tight time frame, and given that I did not know where the store was in this huge shopping centre, but thought “why not” it was no great bother to take the bag with me, and “who knows” I thought “the store just may be close by …” …

I brought the item I needed to return and met my friend, and as we headed down the escalators to the coffee shop, I told her the story of the return and, to my surprise and delight, laughing at the irony, I pointed out to her as the store came in view, that the very store, where I needed to head to, was opposite our coffee spot, up the mall about three stores … God was funny!

I had my catch up and, after paying the bill, praying for and prophesying over the guy that served us (I felt the swirl of the Holy Spirit as he served us earlier, which told me I needed to pray for him), I said goodbye to my friend, saying to her wouldn’t it be funny if there was a God appointment there, while thinking “surely not” … and I headed over to the store to return the item.

As I stood at the counter, I looked at the hair of the girl who was serving me.  I was inextricably drawn to her hair.  I was impressed with its lustre and its golden beauty.  I sensed there was something in that, and noting that I had a desire to pray for her, I commented on how beautiful her hair was, how amazing it was, and, as she responded I then knew why I had the impression that I was to pray …

The girl looked at me and said it was amazing hair because it was fake, not hers, but a wig. 

Greatly taken aback (I had not seen that one coming!), I gently asked her what was wrong … fearing chemo, cancer … she was dying… my mind raced… the fear and the mocking started in my mind before she could even respond … and yet I went on to explain that I was a Christian and had felt a strong desire to offer to pray for her, and that I had not known why, but that perhaps this was why …

She instantly teared up , and said that she was suffering from alopecia, which had caused her total hair loss … she was completely bald.  She gave me permission to pray, saying how overwhelmed she felt, how loved and how emotional … and she visibly struggled to control the wave of emotions that beset her …

I gently said it was normal to feel teary when the Holy Spirit came, and I explained that God was present, He loved her and wanted her healed, why else would I offer to pray?  I went on to explain that what she was responding to was His Presence, His Holy Spirit … that He was with us tangibly … and He was … I could feel Him all around …

I took her hand.  I introduced myself and she told me that her name was F, and so I prayed … releasing healing, blessing favour, and a verse that a woman’s hair is her glory came to mind (1 Cor 11:15) and knowing it was for her I prayed it declaring that her hair would be her glory and it’s return would be to His Glory …

I sensed to bless her and call forth favour, and so I released the blessing of the Father, gently kissed her forehead as I held her head in my hands … with her tears gently dropping down her cheeks …

As I finished, a girl walked out of a back room, behind the counter, and said smiling … “Hello B” …

I’m sure I looked shocked!  I certainly felt shock!

She was from the local clothing store I usually shopped at, and was the person from the story “And Peace flooded her soul … God is good! (see link here: story).

The irony was too great to fathom …

Surprised, I said “what are you doing here? God is soooo funny …fancy you being here, with me praying for F …” and I turned to F and explained that I had prayed for this other girl before Christmas …

I laughed at the coincidence, the ridiculous level of connectivity that was going on … God’s hand print was so obviously over the situation, it was beyond ridiculous … it was nearly implausible … and I had thought that God was just making the return of the item easy …

I asked her how she was and she said she was doing so much better than the last time I had seen her.  At that particular moment I could not recall what I had prayed for her, but I did recall how she had followed me around in the store when I had prayed for her … exclaiming that she had “felt that!”

I said good-bye to F, wishing her well and as I walked out from the store I looked at the other girl, sensing her hunger, and took her hand.  She was now standing by the shop door. As I did I felt to just release the presence of God.  I could feel sense, even feel her draw on the anointing … her hunger for God was apparent as it had been that day before Christmas …

I asked God what to do, pray and sensed just to bless her, to release a double portion blessing … so I did … her feeling it … Him coming in waves upon her …

Once He said “enough” … I left …

Gods timing is impeccable.

I got to school pick up in perfect time … having caught up with someone important, and having prayed and blessed three people as I went …

His humour – delightful!

He had reminded me of the purchase to return.  I had bought the piece knowing he wanted me to buy it, but sensing that my daughter would not be keeping it … and now I knew why … it was a set up to touch the girl with the golden hair and to feed a girl who had been touched once before …

I found the coincidence of it all so ridiculous it was funny!

The possibility of the girl from the past being there when I offered to pray, and walking out just as I started to pray … the possibility of me being at that shopping centre, and the location of the shop being so close that I could return the product with minimal fuss … it was ridiculous … implausible …

Implausible? … yes … Impossible? … No … not for God …

He had set me up!

God is amazing; God is funny; and yet at the same time He is intensely serious about touching people when they need Him … and while it may have made me smile, and I enjoyed the joke with Him, feeling, sensing the Holy Spirit’s delight as I walked back through the shopping centre to my car, I was also acutely aware of His passion and heart for the people around me … I was acutely aware of girl’s suffering that needed a kiss from God, a touch of His love, a touch of concern … I was acutely aware of His love for the one before me … for that was the one I could impact, then, at that moment in time … that one …

He makes our walk fun … if we will just listen and walk and obey … but what He is doing through us is not a joke, but alters the lives and destinies of those we have the courage to stop for as we go … and if we will stop for the one as we go we will, together, as a body, change the face of the world because …

God is Good!

Praise report…Wrist healed…It’s time to invite…

In my last post I told the story of stopping for a cashier at a local supermarket.  I prayed for her wrist, which was in a brace, and she was healed on the spot … pain gone … brace removed … smiles all around … God is Good!

Last Friday morning, I had the pleasure of being guided to walk down the entire length of our shopping strip to buy some chocolate for my son’s birthday party.  I lined up to pay in the shortest queue at my local supermarket and realised that the same girl I had prayed for was serving on this particular cashier and, to my delight, she was minus the wrist support!

I smiled as I stepped forward and said “hello” and I promptly asked her how her wrist was, mentioning that she did not have her support on this morning …

She smiled and said “no”, and then went on to say that it was much, much better.

I asked if it had been completely clear of pain, and she responded that it was nearly completely clear of pain, and that it hurt a just a little, now and then …

I offered to pray again for her and, smiling broadly, she quickly and eagerly agreed, holding her arm towards me for the prayer …

I took her wrist, which now displayed a large faced watch, with a large white wrist band, and I prayed that it was time for the fullness of healing.  I rebuked anything that would come against the fullness of healing, and I released the oil of the Holy Spirit.  As I did this I felt the Holy Spirit say quietly to me “ask her if she wants Me in her heart” …

So, I simply asked her what I heard.  I asked her if she wanted to ask Jesus into her heart.

She said “I’m a Buddhist …”

So I said “ok, but would you like to ask Jesus into your heart?” I had got the impression that she needed to “fill the house” with Jesus, and all the while, the anointing of the Holy Spirit was constantly tangible around us.

She answered simply “yes” …

I said something along the lines of “then, just ask him into your heart … say, Jesus come into my heart” aware that we were at her place of work and people were approaching the desk to be served …

She responded again “yes” …

I thought … “oh gosh … what do I do here?” and noted two blokes nearly at her cash register.

I then felt her focus shift and I asked the Holy Spirit for guidance … and I ever so gently felt the release, to “let it go” so I again quietly released the oil of the Holy Spirit into her wrist … and with the Holy Spirit’s encouragement I stepped aside, took my items, wished her a wonderful weekend and mentioned that I may see her again soon …

She smiled broadly saying “thank you …“

It was time …

It is time …

It was time for her to be healed the week or two before …

It was now time for her to be invited into the family of God … however brief the invitation may have been …

It is time for us, as God’s children, to be aware of the time … and to do the inviting, no matter how awkward, no matter how clumsily, and no matter how simply we do it … if we do … lives will be changed …

Who was I to argue with the Holy Spirit about place and time … it was a pure, timely and simple invitation … His words … His timing … straight from Heaven to her heart …

Who am I to say whether it was “effective” …

My son invited friends to his party recently …

My son (read with excited, Aussie accent): “Do you wanna come to my party?” …

Friend’s response: ”yes!”

Deal done!

Maybe that’s all it took for her … or maybe it will require another invitation … I don’t know …

All I know is to be who I am called to be … to do as the Father shows me … and to invite as the Holy Spirit instructs me to invite … the rest is His responsibility … He’ll get them to the party, the same way my son’s friend’s parents got them to my son’s party on Saturday … they all made it … they all got there … because their parent knew where, how, when to go …

It may take another invitation … it may not …

Regardless I think that it really is that simple … the stepping over into the Kingdom of God isn’t complicated for, as Jesus said:

… the Kingdom of Heaven belongs to such as these … (Matthew 19:14 NIV 2011)

and the “such as these” are the children … It is the “grown ups” that complicate things … the invitation has to be “just right”, sent at the “right time”, given in the right envelope, the right package … with clear instructions, directions, and strict guidelines on dress, behaviour, timing, etc etc etc … but if I take my son’s lead it really is simple …

“Wanna come to my party?” …

I hear the Holy Spirit say …

“Wanna come to My party?

Just say “yes” and I will get you there …

You leave the rest to Me …”

It’s not complicated …

I know she doesn’t need to know scripture and verse … it’s a matter of her spirit saying “yes” and coming alive to Jesus Christ … it’s a spiritual matter … one that the intellect and soul can catch up on later …

Whether she has new life … I do not know …

Whether she is still on the scale of “pre-Christian” … or “Christian” … I do not know …

What I do know is that I heard and I obeyed and I stepped out and a life was changed.

She was healed the first time.

She got a top up the second time … and was invited into the family …

And ultimately all will be well simply because …

God is Good!

And with the flick of a wrist she was healed…God is Good!

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!

Destinies, dancing and release…Part 4

Continued from previous posts at: Destinies, dancing and release … Part one, Part Two and Part Three

The final “chapter” of this weekend … now long gone, but people not forgotten …. played out in the foyer of the hotel. 

My husband went to check our room for left behind items … while I finalised the bill and arranged for our car to be collected from parking.

As I stood at the counter to pay, out of the corner of my eye I saw a man with bandages over both his hands and up his arms.  As soon as I saw him I knew I was to pray…

I arranged for the car to be collected and walked over, mentioned the obvious to him and offered to pray.

He instantly took me up on my offer and explained that he had come off his bike, causing dreadful injuries to his arms and hands where he had lost most of the skin.  I thought how useless he must feel standing there unable to do anything like lift bags however, nonetheless, there he was on duty …

I gently took his hands and released healing over his hands and arms, commanding healing to take place quickly. 

As I prayed I knew there was more, I knew he also was not doing what his heart desired to do, he was not fulfilling his dreams, his destiny …

I explained what I sensed and he agreed, looking a bit teary and so I called his destiny open, and spoke words of life over him.  I cannot remember exactly what they were, but they seemed to hit his heart and he gently said “Amen” and “Bless you” when I had finished praying …

I prophesied life over him and called Him into his place as a tall and noble man …

I quietly thanked him for allowing me to pray and I turned and walked back to my husband who was now waiting for me across the foyer.  As I approached him I smiled saying “what a weekend … lots of people being released into destinies!” …

God sure had been busy!  He wanted those around us prayed for, touched, destinies released, dreams recognised, called into, called out and brought forth to the light … to the surface.  Designs for life, designs for living had been released, and people had been set free … and I hoped that they all would dive straight into all they were called to …

It fascinated me … the entire weekend had a theme running through out  … the creative ones were being released, the hidden treasures were being called into their God given futures, into their heaven made designs … people were being called to step into their futures as God had designed them, they were being set free to fly and soar and create and be and He cared enough to show me the secrets of their heart so that His word could be released into and over their lives and He did this because …

God is Good!

Destinies, dancing and release … Part 3

Continued from previous post at: Destinies, dancing and release … Part one and Part Two

A theme was beginning to emerge …

There was creativity to be released, God-given destinies to be fulfilled, people to be released from their past, from their present, from their assumed “futures”, and from their circumstances ….

There were passions to be revealed, to be released, to be uncovered … so that God’s desired futures could be revealed and stepped into, with boldness, clarity and fullness …

There was a desire of God to see His children (whether they knew him or not) to step into their God-given destinies …

And so … the following day after an enjoyable day and a good nights sleep we were back down the street looking for one more item for my husband, an extra that he had said he wanted …

We headed out, looked, and found some jeans on sale instead … bagged those and headed back out into the street where I saw a bag shop … a girlie bag shop for girlie girls …

We checked the time and checked our intentions to enter the shop with God … after all … it was His agenda … not ours … that we were called to fulfill, to honour and to meet as a Beloved Child of the most High God …

With the go ahead on both fronts we wandered in, and I found a simple design … just the right thing for me to replace an old travel bag I had been using for years.  It was pretty, but very practical, and still able to be slung over my shoulder so I could scooter up the street with the kids, but not drab and ugly like the one I had used for so very long …

As we paid for the bag I again knew I had to pray for the girl.  I could feel the anointing of God swirling around and I could feel the familiar pull to offer to pray, to bless and to release yet another loved one into their destiny … I was to encourage, to inspire and to love on behalf of My Loving God!

I offered to pray, as people milled around the small store.

The girl agreed. 

My husband stepped back, so as to give a sense of privacy to the two of us, and I started. 

I sensed she had not yet stepped into her passion, that she was not doing what she loved.  I said so … she agreed … and so I declared her destiny open, I released her into her destiny, and said that I sensed she was highly creative, very artistic, and that she had submerged that passion, that dream.  I said that she had hidden the dream since she was little girl, the passion had been submerged so deeply … but that it was time for her to dream again, to allow that passion to arise, and so I called it forth.

I saw her painting … and I told her so …

Tears streamed down her face as she tried to compose herself … apologising for the flow of emotion … and she said “how did you know? How did you know? I am an artist but I have not painted for ages, it’s what I love, it’s who I am …”

I said that I had simply told her what I “saw”, what God had “shown” me and said to her again that she was created to be creative, to be an artist, and that God loved her so much that He wanted to see her fulfil her God-given destiny more than she did … and so I encouraged her to start painting again, to step into it … smiling at her through my own tears for her.

I encouraged her to pursue her passion again …

I dared her to dream again …

She nodded saying she would start to paint, she would start to dream and she smiled through the tears as we left the store …

I had bagged a bag (:-)) and she had been touched by a loving God …

I called to her as I left the store that if she did start to paint again she would shine simply because she was created to paint, she was created for greatness, simply because …

God is Good!

… to be continued …

Destinies, dancing, and release … Part 2

Continued from previous post at: Destinies, dancing and release … Part one

We headed down the street chatting about the encounter at breakfast and talking about what our day would look like.

We quickly found our “shopping list items” and felt we had completed a successful shop … nothing like “bagging” your “items” quickly, without fuss and at sale prices! 

With purchases in hand we made our way back up the street, and with enough time for me to look, we stopped at a store that had caught my eye as we walked past that morning.  We checked our intentions to stop and look with God, and we entered the store. 

I tried on some things, relishing the fact I could do so without having to attend to the frequent toileting needs, hunger statements or whingeing of children in my change room; and, while changing I heard the girl serving me tell another customer that she was currently studying fashion design.  My ears pricked up …

I finally settled on a summer dress and cardigan and with little time to pay (we had a movie booked), I chatted to the girl as she bagged my items and took my payment.  As I waited, I again had that familiar sense that I needed to pray. 

I offered …

She said “yes …”

So I took her hand and invited the Holy Spirit to come. 

The anointing swept around us.

I looked at her and said “can you feel that?”

She could …

I blessed her and released favour over her and I quietly listened to God, for His prompting for her … for I wanted to pray His heart, not my so-called wisdom.  I heard and called her destiny open in the name of Jesus, asking if I could place my hand upon her.  I then placed my hand upon her arm and released a spirit of creativity over, around and within her and had a picture of her dancing.  As I looked at the vision of her dancing I just knew Heaven would release patterns, textures, fabric designs, fashion designs to her … textures in particular …

I asked her: “Do you dance?”

She did, and looked surprised that I had asked.  I told her what I saw and sensed, and I called forth what I saw … into her future, into her present, into her person and she gasped as I prayed the heart of God for her life, for her future.

I suggested she start to dance again, in private, and as she did she should shut her eyes and ask God where He was for her and ask Him for the release of the pictures to her of the fabrics, of the textures, and of the designs she would create … and I said they would come … that she would receive designs as she danced …  and I assured her that as she asked He would release …

I finished up, aware of timing, and she thanked me … stating how amazing it all was … a touch overwhelmed.  I looked at her and said that she would be great, she was called to be great, that her name would be known …

I said goodbye, with my purchases in hand, and again did not want to leave, just as I did not want to leave the other girl that same morning …

I wanted to see her live out her destiny, I wanted to walk with her, I wanted to encourage her, cheer her on, remind her of God’s word for her … but again, I knew I had done my part … I was to pray, decree, release the will of God, call forth the heart of God for her.  I was to declare her destiny open …

I reminded myself … I had released favour, I had released her into her God-given destiny … I had released creativity and I had suggested she dance as God desired … I had suggested she call on God to release the designs of Heaven (in all ways) for her life …

I noted her name as I left the store, her calling out “thank you so very much” and as I left I sensed, I knew, that she would be great, she was born for greatness … I just knew it!  Collette Dinnigan came to mind and I knew her name would be well-known, that she would become a well-known designer, that she would do well … and I knew that if God had His way with her life she would indeed fulfill her destiny, because …

God is Good!

… to be continued …

Destinies, dancing, and release … Part one

Each year at about this time my husband and I have a two night stay in town.

The purpose of this is two fold: 1. we get to dream and talk to each other about what the year ahead will look like for the family and 2. we buy him clothing items on sale in town to fill out his work wardrobe.

Funnily enough, God often has a few assignments for us to fulfil too … and a delight they are in our relaxed unhurried state at this time of year … a reminder that our paths and footsteps are known and planned by Him.

This year we had a dinner or two booked, a movie booked and a shopping list which included a few shirts, a couple of pairs of pants and some shoes …

On the first morning we had enjoyed a quiet unhurried breakfast and were making our way out of the breakfast area of the hotel when we thanked the girl that had seated us and I completed my first assignment …

She had sat us down and as she had I knew I had to  offer to pray, and so as we left I offered and as I did her eyes grew large and damp and she accepted …

I introduced myself, held her hand and started to pray and as I did I started to received words f knowledge about her situation … I asked her about the and she gulped, saying “yes, yes” that is right …

She had suffered betrayal, hurt, sadness, had immigration issues, (she was Hungarian) and was not yet doing what her heart desired ….

And so, I called forth her destiny … I declared her destiny open in the name of Jesus, released healing of a broken heart, called forth favour, joy, peace and wisdom …

I saw her sitting in a waiting room and told her as such.  I saw her then standing and opening double doors into sunshine and I told her so … and big tears rolled down her cheeks …

I said I felt that she was in a waiting and healing time, that she was not to rush this period of time, but that it would soon pass, but that it was a time of healing, quiet and peace, that God wanted her to be healed and whole, I then said, that soon, very soon, the time would come when she would walk into her destiny, the promises, and that she would, like in the vision step into sunshine …

She looked at me and said shakily “can I hug you?”

“Of course”, I replied and I gently wrapped my arms around her and we stood at the entrance of the restaurant, me holding her in my arms and her tears gently dropping onto my shoulder …

She said she was a Christian and I asked where she went to church … she didn’t so I recommended she find one near where she lived, I gave her my number, the name of my church, and said she needed fellow Christians to walk with her and pray with her … a body of people to care for her … and I told her to feel free to call me to help her find a body of believers to plug into …

I then left saying “God loves you so very much …” and I left with her standing, tears still dripping down her face …

I wanted to fix it all for her …

I wanted immediate action, healing, clarity, resolution for her …

I felt so helpless leaving her there, knowing she needed a group of people to support her, pray for her, that she was so young, knowing, sensing that she had such deep hurts …

But I knew my job was to pray as led, and to leave the rest to her free will and God …

I was to leave the door open to her contacting me, and to leave her feeling loved …

Her destiny was open, the healing had been released, God was clearly pursuing her, the favour would now come … 

I knew that was all I could do … I knew that what I was to do was to trust that what He had asked me to do was enough … it was not my place to make any of it to happen … unless He asked me to … I knew that the rest was between her and God …

I reminded myself …

My job is to pray, obey, and release …

Her job is to decide …

The rest remains with God …

And you know, for that I am truly grateful because if I tried to fix it all in my own strength, the way I felt I could, I knew I would potentially mess it up … but if I left it to God, I knew the outcome would be marvellous, wonderful, incredible, a great testimony because …

God is Good!

To be continued …

And Peace flooded her soul … God is Good!

We had half an hour to take a hat back, buy a pan and get to a family function.  We determinedly walked through the shopping centre, having prayed and received the perfect park … God’s favour was with us … it always is!

We entered the store to return the hat.  The girl behind the counter recognised me, as I did her, but she looked tired and said as much saying how she felt “down”, that the recent overcast mornings had impacted her soul and reflected her overcast state of being … she looked colourless, tired and drained …

We kept chatting as she processed my return.  She finished up and as she did I knew I needed to pray for her … for her to have joy, peace, and for a sense of hope to come …

As she handed me my credit card and docket and I contemplated the offer to pray, and in my hesitation the store filled up with customers, others came to the counter for service and the phone began to ring …

“Missed it I thought … now I’ll have to wait … or go … blow!”

I looked around behind me as she talked on the phone and saw my son, daughter and husband still “cruising” the shelves … seemingly content …

She put the phone down to look for the required item, the customer waiting on the other end, I ignored the person to my right waiting for service, I ignored the phone call, and said:

“Give me your hand” … and reached out over the counter, my hand extended.

She did, and as she did I invited the Holy Spirit to come, I quickly said:

“I’m going to pray for you, I’m a Christian …”

and proceeded to command depression to leave and I released hope, joy, faith, and peace into and around her …

I finished quickly, knowing that we were all in a hurry … As I did I said “do you feel that?” feeling the anointing sweep all around me …

“I do, I do,” she said and teared up ever so slightly. 

I watched as her face lost the greyness and colour flooded her countenance … the look of stress left immediately, and peace, a quiet sense of joy, flooded her features.  I told her that her face had regained colour and told her to look in the mirror …

I leant over and kissed her hand, saying that God loved her very much and she instantly smacked a big pink kiss straight back onto my hand leaving a big kiss mark and she looked at me and kept saying …

“I felt that … I definitely felt that …. That was amazing … I felt that …I feel so much better” and she smiled.

I responded saying that God had asked me to pray for her, because He loved her, and didn’t want her feeling the way she had been, that tomorrow she would wake and feel amazing …

She quickly finished the phone call, served the other people and essentially followed us around the store smiling and saying …

“I feel so much better … I really felt that … that was amazing … thank you”

We left the store with plenty of time to find our “pan purchase”, satisfied that the hat had been returned, and that, yet another person, had experienced that, indeed … yes in deed …

God is Good!