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Who is waiting for you “to bother”? Healing and roses from a loving God.

Who is waiting for you to bother … who is waiting for you to be who you are? 

I have been accused of taking too long to “tell them” about God’s Goodness … what are we waiting for?

We change atmospheres.  We change realities.  We bless as we go …

We don’t have to …

We get to …

As I have mentioned previously, my daughter has recently changed schools.  I had thought, maybe hoped, that I could perhaps “fly under the radar” for a while … but God has us all positioned for assignments as we go … where ever we go … healing, loving, encouraging, giving … we are the salt and He wants to sprinkle us through our society, where ever we may be, to release His fragrance … to make a difference.

A few weeks ago I had bought my daughter’s teacher some flowers for International Teacher’s Day.  I also wanted to thank her new teacher for taking extra care of my girl, and for going well beyond the call of duty.  I got her some pink roses, colour as chosen by my four-year-old son, who declared to me that the roses had to be dark pink “because she is beautiful!” I readily agreed.  On this occasion I had gone, but I had missed her, so I left them at reception with a girl who popped them into a vase and left them on the teacher’s desk in the hope they would last the weekend – they did.

Two weeks later, on Thursday 17th November 2011, Mrs R kept “popping up” in my mind and so I started to pray for her.  I knew that she had not been well and as I prayed I felt to purchase some roses and I “saw” a picture of red roses.

I argued on this one with God, wondering if it was just my imagination … but, feeling it was something God wanted me to do, I did it, feeling a bit of a dill since I had only just bought her some flowers only two weeks prior …

I knew that these roses had to be red since they were a gift from God, a gift to say “I love you” …

I was running late for pick up on a very hot day, and told God that he better make it possible for me to get there on time!  I rushed into the school, late, in the heat, with my four-year-old in tow and ran to the classroom … no Mrs R!

I ran to reception and spoke to the girl there … no Mrs R! … she had gone home early ill …

I lifted the flowers to show the receptionist, feeling foolish, and the receptionist smiled and said “oh no not again”.  I smiled, rapidly backing away after leaving the flowers with her, and explained I was a Christian and had felt that Mrs R was still not right and had been praying for her and had felt to get the roses to encourage her in a tough time …

The receptionist said she would immediately email Mrs R and let her know about the roses, that she would be thrilled … and confirmed that she would not be in the following day due to the illness …

Suffice to say, I was really embarrassed and was a tad miffed at God … He knew she wasn’t there … perhaps I had got the timing wrong, perhaps I had got it wrong, perhaps, perhaps, perhaps … and then I thought … well I knew that He had wanted me to do this, so regardless I had tried to be obedient … and I convinced myself that it really did not matter that I was fast on the track of being dubbed the “crazy Christian woman who keeps giving the teacher flowers when she is not ever there to receive them”.

I kept praying for Mrs R.

The following day (Friday morning) I got an email …

I just wanted to express my thanks for the beautiful roses, you are extremely thoughtful! Hopefully a few days of rest will have me feeling back to my usual healthy self.
Have a lovely weekend and thanks again!
Kind regards,

I responded saying:

You are welcome – in fact it was on a “gut feel” that you were having a pretty tough time, and as a Christian family we like to encourage people when they are having such times, especially when they are put on our hearts to pray for them as you have been for me (this reads very awkwardly and I had hoped to verbally explain) … in any case, I have been praying for you as prompted, and felt that God wanted to give you the flowers and little chocolate … a “kiss from God” so to speak to encourage you in whatever you are dealing with … but as I said, much easier to verbally explain than in writing.

I have learnt through experience that when I feel a prompting like I did yesterday it is best to act on them, rather look like a dag (authors note: “dag” is an Australian term meaning “look silly”) than miss it …

Rest well, and have a lovely weekend.

I thought “I will explain better when I see her next, but either way … I have shown my colours! “

The following Monday I went to pick up and had a really tight turn around with ballet and tennis for the two children.

I was a bit early and Mrs R came out to me to say “thank you” again … and I confirmed that I was a Christian … that the first lot of flowers had been from me to say “thank you” but that the second lot of flowers were from God to say “I love you” … and I went on to explain that I had been praying for her, I had sensed that she had been ill and had been praying for her when I felt Him tell me to get the flowers (and a silver heart chocolate) to let her know that she was “on His mind” and that “He loved her…!”

She looked at me in shock and said “was it instinct?”

I said “No, its called being prophetic, hearing from God.  We can all do it …” and I felt the Holy Spirit swirl around as I spoke … she could too and she teared up …

She said it was amazing.  She said that a colleague had dropped the roses off for her that night and that it was so strange because “it lifted Friday afternoon” (her sickness, whatever it was) and from that time on she was fine … she had put 2 and 2 together and realised the timing of the prayer, the roses, the email …

She stared at me and said “stay there, I want to talk to you some more”… and she dismissed the children …

I knew I was late … but I also knew this was “a God appointment” and so I put my own agenda on hold, and waited …

She came back to me and looked at me again … and said “I want to know more …” so I told her again … I had felt to pray for her, had got the flowers, had missed her, and felt a dill, but the flowers were from God and it was His way of letting her know that He loved her … that she was on His heart, and I confirmed that we could all hear from God … she was still teary … and said over again more than once … “that someone would bother”  She said that she had felt loved, she had felt cared for … and she had felt “so touched that someone would bother”…

Just then a child through a temper tantrum … she got flustered, and even though she came back to me the “moment” was gone for her … but I know it was a “moment” she will never forget …

Who in your world is waiting for you to bother?

Who in your world is waiting for you to stop and care?

Who in your word is waiting for you to step out and take a risk …?

There is risk in stopping for the one … a risk of being laughed at, rejected, mocked …

But then there is also the “risk” that we may just impact a life for God … they may get healed … they may feel loved … the deaf may hear … the lame may walk … the mute may speak … the dead may be raised … His love may be released … if we will just stop and try … if we will choose to step into who we are all called to be as Christians …

We must be people who are bothered … we must learn to stop for the one because …

God is Good!

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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!

God cares about the little things…luscious locks and cuddles from God

Apologies to those that have read this … I posted it, but it did not get emailed out properly.  There has been such a lovely response to the story, and I think it reflects God’s heart so well, that I thought it a shame not to make sure it got emailed out … so the story is …

As mentioned in an earlier blog, I was at the hairdressers a couple of weeks ago (Saturday 5th November 2011).  While there a young girl was washing my hair and she was bemoaning the fact that her hair would not grow beyond her shoulders.  As she washed my hair I decided to pray for her, God had just turned up very powerfully for another girl at the salon (see the “Sunshine/Son-shine story”) and I thought, well, God cares about the little things too!

I offered to pray as she rinsed my hair and she readily agreed, saying what a lovely idea it was …

After she had finished the washing I sat up, told her that God cares about the little things, and that if it matters to us it matters to Him, including hair.  I then asked for her hand and I prayed for long luscious locks, past her shoulders and down her back.  As I did I “saw” a picture of her sitting on a bed, holding her legs in her arms, sitting up near the pillow end of the bed.  The bed ran along the wall and on the same wall, above the bed, there was a window … It was as though I had looked in on her in her room from the doorway and I “saw” her there.

I asked her if her room was configured this way and she said “yes.”  I told her that I saw her sitting on her bed, and I said to her that I felt that God was waiting for her to receive a cuddle from Him.  I said to her that I felt He was saying that, although she felt she was too big to come to Him, she indeed was not and that she would always be “His little girl” in whom He delighted … that she was not too big to come … that she could come to Him at any time she pleased, to receive a “Daddy” cuddle, sit on his lap, and “snuggle”. 

I said to her that I felt that there would come a time soon when she would remember these words of love and I encouraged her that when she did so that she take the time to climb onto her bed, tuck her legs into her arms and ask God to come, and He would … and when He did He would encase her in His love and she would feel it in a very real and tangible way …

She looked delighted, teared up and said she would do so …

I sat and had my hair dried and contemplated the salon visit … one girl wanted a baby and needed hormone rebalancing, and one girl wanted hair that would grow below her shoulders.  Some might say that one was far more deserving than another, but I think that God cares about it all …luscious locks and babies … and through both encounters I believe that each girl will discover a Daddy that loves her, cares about her, and that the little things, that matter to her, matter to Him because …

God is Good!

Coffee, Chats and Commitment … coming home to a good God

I had the pleasure of catching up with a very dear friend this morning. In fact she is more than a friend, she is indeed a mighty woman of God and an inspiration. In any case, I had the pleasure of seeing her this morning.

When we catch up I normally see her at a shopping complex half way between where she works and my home; but today, we decided to catch up closer to her work.

We had a chat, a coffee (well I had tea and some more breaky) and there was a beautiful young girl that was serving us. When she came close to our table, I could feel the Spirit of God moving … I noted what I felt, said nothing, and thought perhaps I needed to offer to pray for her before I left.

Our time of catching up came to an end, I said goodbye to my friend and got myself sorted … as you do when you travel with a four-year old …

I chatted to God to see if I should stop to offer pray for this girl, and did not feel compelled, but as I said “thank you” to her I looked in her eyes, and stepped out in faith, and said to her “you may find this strange but I wanted to know if there was anything that you needed prayer for?”

She looked at me, tears forming in her eyes and said “why do you ask?” I said I was a Christian and had felt the Spirit of God all around when she came over to the table and wanted to see if there was anything that she needed prayer for …

She looked at me wide-eyed, and, after dealing with a few delivery people in the coffee shop she quietly said to me that she needed direction in her life, she wanted a new job and that she was a Christian but had drifted away from God …

I introduced myself and asked her if I could pray that her destiny would open and I told her a few testimonies including the story about the dad that I had prayed for that had got the job (link for story and praise report) he had been waiting on for 9 months within days of praying for him … I then told her about someone I prayed for in that very coffee shop months ago, who had the same thing happen (see link for story and praise report) she said she knew the person and said “yes, that would be great” … and I then suggested that she may want to ask Jesus back into her life, to which she replied “yes I do”.

I prayed for her, and prophesied favour and blessing. The Holy Spirit was tangibly present and although she was obviously shy about the public nature of being prayed for, she could feel Him all around her and she struggled to hold back the tears …

I declared her destiny open, shut the door on the past, called in favour and a great job, and then prophesied that, like her namesake, Esther, she was called to greatness and to a place of great authority. I prophesied that she would enter a time of soaking in God’s presence and from there she would discover her God-given identity in all its fullness … I then invited her to pray and make a re-commitment to Jesus … and she did, in her own words, quietly saying she wanted Him back in her life, apologising for leaving, and asking the Holy Spirit to come and fill her … she looked up at me and I affirmed her, gave her my number, the location of the closest church in the area, which just happened to be my church too, and gave her the service times …

I left the shop thinking how she had been on God’s heart. She had just shifted down to Melbourne from Brisbane a few months earlier …

My friend and I never usually catch up in this shop, but this morning we did … God loved Esther so much, He wanted her back in His world … and so He showed her His love in a tangible way by sending someone to ask if she needed prayer (and I nearly missed it!) … and she instantly felt loved by Her Creator and wanted Him back in her life …

God cares about the little things … He cares about each and every one of us …

My son asked me, as he watched the movie Nemo later that day, about why Nemo’s dad kept searching day and night for his son. I said, “well if you were lost I would search day and night too, because I love you”… and as I said it I realised that God does this as well … yes, I know that God knows where we are at all times, but that does not stop Him from seeking us out …

Just as I love my children, so God loves His, in fact He loves them even more … He loves the ones who know Him as their Daddy, and the ones who don’t … he loves the ones who are with Him and have never left, and he loves the ones who once knew His embrace but for whatever reason have left is side …

God will never cease looking for His children, calling them home to Him, and when they are home He lavishes His love upon them … His goodness and love follows us all the days of our lives (Ps 23:6) because…

God is Good!

God cares about the little things…luscious locks and cuddles from God

As mentioned in an earlier blog, I was at the hairdressers a couple of weeks ago (Saturday 5th November 2011).  While there a young girl was washing my hair and she was bemoaning the fact that her hair would not grow beyond her shoulders.  As she washed my hair I decided to pray for her, God had just turned up very powerfully for another girl at the salon (see the “Sunshine/Son-shine story”) and I thought, well, God cares about the little things too!

I offered to pray as she rinsed my hair and she readily agreed, saying what a lovely idea it was …

After she had finished the washing I sat up, told her that God cares about the little things, and that if it matters to us it matters to Him, including hair.  I then asked for her hand and I prayed for long luscious locks, past her shoulders and down her back.  As I did I “saw” a picture of her sitting on a bed, holding her legs in her arms, sitting up near the pillow end of the bed.  The bed ran along the wall and on the same wall, above the bed, there was a window … It was as though I had looked in on her in her room from the doorway and I “saw” her there.

I asked her if her room was configured this way and she said “yes.”  I told her that I saw her sitting on her bed, and I said to her that I felt that God was waiting for her to receive a cuddle from Him.  I said to her that I felt He was saying that, although she felt she was too big to come to Him, she indeed was not and that she would always be “His little girl” in whom He delighted … that she was not too big to come … that she could come to Him at any time she pleased, to receive a “Daddy” cuddle, sit on his lap, and “snuggle”. 

I said to her that I felt that there would come a time soon when she would remember these words of love and I encouraged her that when she did so that she take the time to climb onto her bed, tuck her legs into her arms and ask God to come, and He would … and when He did He would encase her in His love and she would feel it in a very real and tangible way …

She looked delighted, teared up and said she would do so …

I sat and had my hair dried and contemplated the salon visit … one girl wanted a baby and needed hormone rebalancing, and one girl wanted hair that would grow below her shoulders.  Some might say that one was far more deserving than another, but I think that God cares about it all …luscious locks and babies … and through both encounters I believe that each girl will discover a Daddy that loves her, cares about her, and that the little things, that matter to her, matter to Him because …

God is Good!

And the meaning of her name was “purity”…praying for Katy in the car park

Yesterday (Thursday 10th November 2011) I was heading home from kindy drop off and I remembered that I needed some basics of food.  I checked about stopping on the way home, since kindy time is usually my “date with God” time.  I queried God about stopping at one supermarket and got the very faintest impression of a car park behind a local fruit/vege/meat shop in the area, and it really was the faintest of impressions.

I hesitated but thought that I would drive there, double checking with Him that I should not stop at the large supermarket, which made more sense.  I drove to the area of the car park that I had the impression of and got the sense that there would be a really favourable car park for me to run in and out.  I drove slowly up the lane and thought … “there is the car park”, figuring it was a blessing for me …

I hopped out of the car, and briefly glanced back over my shoulder, and as I did I saw Katy (her name, as I found out later), a young girl in an oversized pram, all hunched in on herself, small, bent, screwed up in the face and hands and arms and legs all huddled and crunched together in a little mass …

There was no clear “yes go pray for her,” I just did.  “She could be healed!” I thought and so I stopped, turned around and walked up to the pram where the mother was loading the car with her shopping, her daughter huddled, a little mass of limbs, under a little light jacket, to protect her from the slight chill in the Spring wind.

I smiled at the mum quickly explaining that I was a Christian and I offered to pray.  The mum said “sure you can, others have, but you go for it” …

I quietly asked what had happened and was told that Katie had been a completely normal little girl at the age of two.  She said that she had taken Katy for her two-year old injections and after this time Katy had started to “fold in on herself” … she had stopped growing and withdrew internally, into herself so to speak.  I asked what the doctors had said about it and she responded saying that the medical profession had refused to listen to her, telling her that Katy’s condition was purely due to a “time bomb” in her … that she was missing an enzyme in her brain …

I listened, introduced myself and asked if I could lay my hand on Katy.  She said “sure”, and so I bent down to Katy’s level and introduced myself , placed my hand on her and invited the Holy Spirit to come.  I felt the Holy Spirit come and in the chill of the wind I released healing in the name of Jesus.  I prayed for healing and a rebalance of hormones and enzymes.  I said, whatever the cause, be healed in Jesus name.  I prayed for Katy to be made whole.  Her mother mentioned that Katy had started being very fearful a few years earlier and had withdrawn even more, and so I rebuked that spirit of fear and released peace.  I also released Katy into her destiny, “seeing“ her as she was destined to be, not the little huddled shell that she was, but the young, amazing, vibrant girl that she was meant to be … that she was destined to be …

The mother told me that she believed that there would be a miracle, that Katy would be healed one day.  She said that many people had said that Katy would be healed before her 15th birthday, and she told me that Katy would turn 15 in a few weeks time … she said how refreshing it was that I did not beg and plead with God for her healing, as other Christians had … she then said that she did not believe in God anymore … how could He let this happen?  I listened, without judgement, and gently suggested that God was not the author of this, that He did not “let” this happen, and that Christians, as people left in charge, we, us Christians, were responsible for praying  … she was not convinced, and I knew it was no time for a theological discussion.  Instead, I told her of a friend of mine who, only the day before, had told me the testimony of her son and how he had been healed of cerebral palsy.  It had not been an instant miracle, but a gradual healing … and I now note how important it is that we all share our stories for we overcome the enemy by the blood of the lamb and by the word of [our] testimony (Rev 12:11) …

I then asked God to do the same again for Katy … and prayed some more. 

When I sensed it was enough, I asked if I could give Katy a kiss.  The mum agreed and I kissed her on the cheek, quietly telling this young girl that she was beautiful … I turned and asked the mum if I could give her a hug, my heart went out to her and all she had been through … she hesitated and said “no” telling me if I had not asked and just done it she would have been ok …

The mum then suddenly said “we nearly called Katy, _____ “ and it was my exact name.  I looked at her astonished and said it was no coincidence, thinking to myself first of the deaf girl, with a close variation of my name, and then Katy, who was going to be called my name … “no coincidence!” God was up to something.

I thanked the amazing mother for allowing me to stop her and pray for Katy.  I wanted to pray for her too, but knew it was enough, so I did not offer.  I gave her my number and the name of my church so if she decided she wanted more prayer for Katy, she knew where she could go …

I went on my way, praying for Katy, and her mum as I went.  I collected my shopping items and went home, knowing that what had just happened was no coincidence.  I had been set up again by God.

I have received prophetic words about the “strange cases” being healed.  The deaf girl and Katy were both an invitation to step into my destiny … however, regardless of me … what I was even more aware of was the sense of responsibility and of my own ineptness … I started to pray for more power and anointing and I very quickly received the response … you have the anointing … just step into it … so I then said … well God I need more power …

We have all been called into the ministry of healing as we go … We are all called to stop for the one and set them free … We are all called to be like Jesus … We are being transformed, and as we are becoming more like Him, how else do you suppose we are going to truly discover who we are until we step out into the very basic ministry to which all believers are called …

And these signs shall follow them that believe; In my name shall they cast out devils; they shall speak in new tongues; they shall take up serpents; and if they drink any deadly thing, it shall not hurt them; they shall lay hands on the sick, and they shall recover (Mark 16:17-18)

I am not suggesting that we should drink poison or run around picking up snakes to prove this … but I am suggesting that we all should step out and give “laying hands on the sick” a go, and keep giving it a go until …

His word says I will lay hands on the sick and see them healed … I have the power to lay my hands on the sick to heal … who am I to refuse to believe God’s word … who am I to hold that back from someone like Katy …? If her mum had said “no” at least I had given them the choice to receive or not … I have no right to hold back what I have …  and so I step out and “do the Fathers business” and in doing so I am sure that I will see that …

God is good!

Receiving some sunshine and releasing some “Son-shine”…God is Good!

God loves my local hairdressers … He turns up there on a regular basis …

I was at the hairdressers on Saturday 5th November 2011 getting some “sunshine” put into my hair for summertime …

I have been going to see the same girl for nearly 8 years now, and she knows my own story, as well as many of the stories of others who have overcome known or suspected infertility …

My hairdresser is beautiful, clever, smart, kind, very very sensible, courageous and was their youngest manageress ever!  She is very self-sufficient and has managed life well…

She has known for a very long time that I am a Christian.  She has watched as I got frustrated with everyday Christianity and how I recently decided to step out and believe what God’s word says about Himself … and me.  She has personally watched some of the early stories unfold in the salon, watching me pray for people while there.  She watched one of my earliest and biggest challenges in The nose that could not smell, she then saw the story of a baby with a toothache  unfold, and she knew about the salvation story.  God has been very busy in this salon! 

She has gradually become more open to me and to my faith and has asked questions, not just ones about the God stories, but about life in general … she says she watches my children and is interested in my views about life … and when she asks me these questions I take a deep breath ask God to give me wisdom and I answer them as best I can … for we are witnesses where ever we go, even without saying a word …

A few months ago she quietly said to me that she would like me to pray for the same miracle of fertility and conception that I and others I have prayed for have experienced … I vaguely recall having just finished telling her a story about a girl getting pregnant after prayer and she told me that it was time for her and her husband to start a family … and she wanted me to pray.

Touched, I gently reached around the chair and I prayed for her.  I didn’t feel anything much, but I believed by choice that God would honour the prayer as He had so many times before with women (and men) who wanted to get pregnant and I had prayed for.  I have continued to pray for her, and even called, when I felt to, just to encourage her in her conception journey.

Well, as I mentioned, last Saturday I was in the hairdressers getting some “sunshine” and B quietly let me know that she had been diagnosed with a hormonal imbalance – she needed higher levels of progesterone!

She came around and sat before me and said that she was planning to take me up on the “coffee and a chat for a prayer session” offer I had made many months ago … I looked and said “that would be great, and I am happy to do that, but lets quietly pray now?”  I took her hand, invited the Holy Spirit to come and … well, He did … He overwhelmed me, His presence was so strong, I started to cry in the middle of the salon!

She looked concerned, so I quickly explained that He had come very strongly, and I prayed declaring hormonal balance, declaring fertility and asking God to do for her what He had done for me … I knew not to pray double portion – the last person I did that for ended up pregnant in her next cycle with twins!

When I stopped, and it was only brief, I asked her if she had felt Him come.  She gasped and said “I did, I felt warmth flow all over and through me, and it was amazing, it went right through me!”

… the sun of righteousness shall rise with healing in its wings (Malachi 4:2)

Jesus had turned up in a magnificent way!  I was there to receive some “sun shine”; but I was in fact set up to release some “Son-shine” … and what a privilege it was!

Greatly encouraged I said that what she felt was the healing power of  the Holy Spirit and that I believed she would be fine now … and as I did my brain was screaming at me “what if the test results she’s having in a month show that the hormones are still unbalanced? …”

It has been a relationship of 8 years with this girl.  It has not been a relationship “to convert” but a relationship between two girls doing life … one a Christian, and one that is not … yet … and the time came when she was open to His influence … the time came for me to step out and pray … she knew my faith, she had heard the stories and when she was ready she received … and boy did she receive! She was so open as I prayed and I am sure it was her hunger that drew Him so powerfully … her hunger and His desire to prove Himself strong for her, I just had to effect the introduction, He did the rest …

I later came home, and thought of the immediate fears I had of failure, even though she felt the heat surge through her body (much like what had happened to me all those years ago).  I reminded myself that the issue was now with God – I would continue to pray as prompted by God, and I would continue to believe … and who knows, she may even get pregnant in the next cycle, she just may, and if she does not, I know she will conceive at just the right time … and I will keep you posted … because …

God is Good!

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