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Archive for October, 2011

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!

I laid my hand on her arm and she felt the heat in her leg … Praise Report

My daughter had a birthday party to attend at a ten pin bowling centre last Sunday, 16th October 2011.  It was for a friend of hers, from her old school and, because she has just started at a new school, and she and I were going straight out that night, I arrived early so I could say my “hellos”, have the chats and say the “goodbyes” with plenty of time to spare … logical so I thought, but, in fact, the extra time was for a God appointment …

When I arrived, only the birthday girl’s parents were there.  I had a lovely chat to the Mum but I noted that, as she walked, she limped.  I asked her about it and found out that she had torn her left calf muscle …

I knew I was to pray, but I did not feel like kneeling at the bowling centre to lay hands on her calf.  I felt mean, and guilty for not wanting to kneel, but I just didn’t; although I was willing to, if that was what God wanted. 

I excused myself to go to the bath room, feeling a bit miffed, and, as I walked across the centre, I chatted to God about the fact that I really did not feel like getting on my knees to pray (see https://godtestimonies.wordpress.com/2011/09/21/and-he-played-footy-that-saturday-healing-of-ms-knee-winter-2009/ which is about being told to get on my knees and pray … in other words to get over myself and obey).

Well, God is funny …

God’s response to my musings was … “stop being so religious, just lay your hand on her shoulder” … which is exactly what I wanted to do in the earlier story but was told to kneel instead!

Laughing a bit to and at myself I came back from the bathroom, and told my friend that I was going to pray for her and I placed my hand on her upper arm … I invited the Holy Spirit to come, felt the anointing and as I prayed I released healing, admittedly, with some doubt, and as I did I could feel heat forming under my hand on her arm.

I asked her “can you feel that?” and she said in response, to my surprise, …”yes I can, it is all warm in my calf muscle where I hurt myself” …

Well … I did not expect that!

I laughed and told her about my chat to God and said that I knew you did not have to lay hands on the spot always, but I had not had the warmth come in another areas like this before, that I had felt it in my hand, while she felt it in her calf muscle …

Encouraged I said to her that the warmth would be the healing power of God, and I asked her to tell me when the warmth lifted.  The warmth subsided just as the other mums came to collect the children and as I said my goodbyes she said she would tell me how she got on …

The following day, we exchanged a few texts, but I am ashamed to say I had completely forgotten about her calf muscle …

In any event, true to her promise, a text came back saying:

“… and leg feels better

I saw her a few days later – she was walking limp free!

She had experienced God in a new way … and so had I

I have been reminded that God will be God. He is not religious and seems to love to mix it up.  There is no formula in what He does or how He does it …

He is not bothered in making us uncomfortable (hence having me kneel in the school playground in the earlier story), and is not impressed in us assuming that we have to do it a certain set way (hence His comment about not being religious when I thought I would have to kneel).

I believe it is rather all about us listening to Him … and conversing with Him.

In fact, I believe it is all about relationship … us knowing His voice and us learning to grow in ours … of us growing out of a place of servant hood into a place of friendship … It is about our listening and knowing His voice, our willingness to obey (to be the servant), and about our willingness to step out (to serve Him and others) … but it is also, most importantly, about our willingness to enter in and be with Him, to know Him … and for Him to know us … and it is in this place, most of all, that we will discover, together with the world that we release Him into that …

God is Good!

What he really wanted was sausage rolls for dinner …

I have a beautiful friend who ministers in church, and ministers in life …

She is a Mum of four, a woman of great wisdom and every time I get to speak with her I am amazed at how beautiful she is, how gentle she is, and how wise she is … she just oozes wisdom, especially regarding the issue of raising children (see her blog on raising kids at: http://parentboost.wordpress.com/ ) … and I hazard a guess she does not even know how just being with her, how just listening to her is full of gems for life, gems that are freely and abundantly given …

Well, I was fortunate enough to be able to drive her home the other night, and as we drove she told me about how she had been arranging dinners for a woman whose husband had been receiving treatment for cancer.  The woman had said that she was doing ok with meals, but my friend said that she did not just want this woman to do ok, but to be abundant…

The dinners come from my friend’s circle of friends and she asks people to advise her when they will be cooking for the family, so that there could be some sort of organisation to the timing of meals for this family in need.

One day a woman came to her with sausage rolls.  The woman said that she had felt to cook sausage rolls.  My friend looked and thought “sausage rolls!? Sausage rolls … for dinner?” but, with the grace that she does all things she gratefully accepted the gift of food for the family, and hoped that it would be received well.

She took the sausage rolls to the family and gave it to the wife who received the meal with thanks…

My friend was later told by the woman that her husband, that night had said earlier something like … “you know what I really want for dinner … I really want sausage rolls “ … and the woman had thought “I just cannot manage sausage rolls “ … and then my friend came with sausage rolls for the family’s dinner, feeling that it was somehow inadequate, but in fact it was just what the man who was battling with cancer wanted … what he really wanted was sausage rolls for dinner!

God knew what that man wanted … He knew what that man needed …

That one act of receiving the sausage rolls that had been made with love, that were received with doubt but with faith and love, and that were then given with love … told that man and his family that God knew what he wanted, God knew what he needed, and that God cared … that He was keeping them in the palm of His hand …

What that man wanted … was sausage rolls for dinner …

And God delivered.

Sometimes it is the little and simple things that impact and communicate God’s heart the most effectively.  We may have no idea why we are doing something, but the simple little promptings from a loving God, followed in faith can have the biggest of impacts …

In delivering the sausage rolls, my friend was delivering God’s love … and that family knew beyond a doubt that …

God is good!

It was time for a full alignment – praying for wholeness in Coles

This afternoon I walked into my local supermarket to purchase some nappies and shampoo (ie: mundane, everyday stuff) and was handed a basket by a woman.  I smiled at her and said “thank you” as I popped a loaf of bread into the basket and took the handles from her … I then asked how she was and she said “do you really want to know?” and I looked at her and said “you are feeling pretty “sh!! Aren’t you?” (I know, I used a swear word, sorry to those of you that do not condone such, but I believe that sometimes we need to relate to the world, without being worldly, and, in any case, sometimes there just, is not a better word).

She replied … “well I am still vertical” … and so I offered to pray for her …

I placed my hand on her upper arm, just below her shoulder and invited the Holy Spirit to come.  The anointing came strongly and swiftly.  I stopped and listened for what to pray and then prayed for “joy and peace”, she needed so much joy, and I said to my daughter to pray too, since she carries joy.  I said to Lyn “a wholeness is coming, there is an alignment coming, there is a misalignment, but an alignment is coming, a wholeness is on its way” and so I prayed and declared a release of wholeness and thanked God for the alignment with the Kingdom of Heaven and I again prayed for joy, for peace and for wholeness for this tired and weary woman called Lyn.

She asked me if I was “spiritual” and I replied that I was a Bible believing Christian.  I said I had learnt how to listen to God and pray what He told me to pray, and that such prayers worked … and I said to her that wholeness was coming and an alignment was coming for there had been a misalignment …

She responded that it was her nervous system … and then went on to say her husband had left her for another woman about a year ago, that it was the second time …

I could see she was shattered …

I started to walk away and felt to ask if she had forgiven him (not an easy question to ask) … and she replied so very honestly that she had not forgiven him … that she hated him, but loved him … I said I understood what she meant, and relayed a story of betrayal in my own life … not of such magnitude, but one that had taken me time none-the-less …

I said to her, with the forgiveness would come the wholeness … that she would very soon find all of a sudden that she could forgive him … I explained that forgiveness did not mean she had to trust him, like him, or agree with what he had done, but that the forgiveness would release her because the unforgiveness was hurting her …

She said she had been to a few psychics and they had all said he would come back within a year, that it was a year.  One had asked her whether she really want him back … Good question I thought.  I did not verbalise my thoughts, but instead said that true release would come through an acceptance of Jesus Christ and that it would happen … and as I walked away to collect my purchases I said I would give her my number if she wanted more prayer, for she had certainly felt the presence of God when I had prayed …

I collected and paid for the nappies and shampoo.  I gave her my number and wrote the name of a local church with the first names of the pastors that I knew …

I left saying “goodbye” and wished her the best and as I looked at her, I felt she actually looked a little better …perhaps it was my imagination, perhaps it was not just my imagination, regardless, she had received a taste of Heaven on Earth, I had prayed, she had felt the anointing, I had given her a cuddle, and reached out with my number … there was little else I could do in the natural, the rest is now up to God, and the rest will be good, 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!

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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