Stories of a good God

Archive for August, 2012

God knows…Love in a tea towel

About 2 months ago I posted a story called “chocolate cake kisses from God“. It was a story of how a mum, a friend, from my son’s kindy community had seen beyond her own circumstances full of loss and grief and had seen me struggling and had baked me a chocolate cake … to show me I was loved. It moved me greatly.

The cake was joyfully devoured and the plate on which it came sat at home waiting for me to remember to return it.  It waited for longer than I care to admit.

Then, one day, I was finishing off work, and madly getting ready to leave for our American trip, when I remembered the plate.  As I did I had the ever so strong desire to wrap it up in a pair of tea towels.  There was a new pair sitting in my gift cupboard, a set I had bought long ago, on a God prompting, and they had sat since their purchase, waiting for their new owner.

Sensible to protect the plate by wrapping it in something soft, I thought, trying to justify the seemingly strange desire.  I had no inkling that God was involved, and I told myself that the plate needs to be protected up to kindy, at kindy and home again.  I did not want to break or chip it, but then I thought ” that’s a bit over the top”, yet the desire remained.

In fact the desire was so strong I went upstairs and got the tea towels and wrapped them around the plates popped them into a plastic bag all ready to hand over at kindy pick up, and, oddly enough my husband called me just prior to kindy pick up and he reminded me that I needed to return the plate … I laughed saying I had remembered this time … but still I did not click that God was up to something good.

I headed up to kindy, ready to hand over the bundle with a brief explanation, and a laugh at myself …

I saw my friend, grinned and gave her the bag with plate and tea towels, explaining that I had an ever so strong desire to give her plate back wrapped in a gift of two new tea towels!

As I did she exclaimed something along the lines of  … “your kidding” …

Now, some of you may remember that this particular friend and story.  Not long before the gift of cake she had travelled through the significant shock of having both her parents killed tragically in a car crash.  From the time of the loss,  God started loving on her … I was told to pray, send texts, I had her daughter a few times … and each time it seemed to coincide with a very strong need on her part … a need that was met through my obedience to His prompting … so I knew that God was on a love rampage for this girl … He was showering her with His love, letting her know He was with her, watching her, caring for her … It was so amazing some of the things He did He even freaked me out!

Well this one took the cake … so to speak!

I had not recognised the desire as a God prompting … I thought it was just my wacky idea … well God is into wacky ideas … in fact  am becoming more and more convinced that He is the author of the ones which express and release His attributes of love, kindness, joy, peace etc …

My friend told me that just the night before she had looked at her old tea towels and had declared to her husband that she was throwing out the old and buying all new ones … she had said she was over the ratty old ones she had … she wanted new ones!

And here He had provided two new ones, without my knowledge of her desire, the following day … and through this little act He had said yet again to this beautiful girl: “I am here, I know your needs, I know your wants, and I care about the little things, I love you …”

I had no idea I was being used by God.  I had walked in complete ignorance as to what He was up to …

God is so kind, so very good …

He will move through us with our knowledge … or without … either way He will get His Word out … He will get His Love out to the world …

Jesus responded to the Pharisees when they told Him to silence the people’s praise of Him that if the people kept quiet, the stones will cry out (Luke 19:40)

The knowledge of His Glory, which I believe is imbued with His goodness, His love, His kindness, will cover the earth as the waters cover the sea (see Habakkuk 2:14) … And as it does we all will see that …

God is Good!

A “suddenly” of God … salvation at the hairdressers … God is Good!

God loves it when we visit the hairdresser … or, that’s what I figure, because He keeps showing up whenever I go …

I was at the hairdressers a couple of days ago, and my now pregnant hairdresser (click here for praise story: Chicken Soup for the Soul) came and sat down to speak with me about all that had been going on for her since we last saw each other. 

She said she had been hospitalised due to pelvic instability.  She knew I would instantly understand because she had seen me deal with the same issue.  Pelvic instability in pregnancy is due to an abundance of the relaxin hormone in the body and can cause the pelvis to relax so much that the pelvis and hips suffer extreme pain which can cause an inability to walk … I had required crutches and a wheelchair … but I had never been hospitalised …

As soon as she said what was happening I could feel the swirling presence of the Holy Spirit come around us … I knew vindication was coming … a 7-fold pay back on all that had been stolen from me was due 🙂

I listened and asked her if I could pray, briefly explaining that I wanted to see God’s vindication for all that had been stolen from my pregnancies, that I wanted to see her healed; that is, for her hormones to come into balance … I laid my hands on either side of her pelvis/hips and called forth balance in the hormones and told her body to behave perfectly throughout the pregnancy and for the pelvis to remain strong.  I then asked if I could place my hands on her tummy, she agreed and so I blessed the baby and spoke fullness of destiny and health, I declared to her baby that s/he was loved and would sleep well, feed well and thrive …

She then sat down and started to tell me that she was doing pilates and was seeing a physiotherapist whom, she added, had performed reiki on her.  I looked and said quite boldly “don’t let her do that again …”

I surprised even myself, because I had always tried to be gentle with her.

I then briefly explained that reiki practitioners, as far as I knew, had hands laid on them and some sort of impartation was performed … I said to her they may function in a gift of healing, but the source of healing may not be God … and to be really careful, especially with the baby … that she was potentially opening herself and the baby up to stuff that was not too good …

I was surprised at how direct I was but I felt she trusted me.  We have 8 years of history together – her seeing me do life, hearing my stories.  Me listening to her challenges, answering her questions and then, when she decided she wanted a baby, praying for her pregnancy … for about a year.  I was pretty certain that she knew I had her best interests at heart.  All these thoughts flew through my mind as I spoke and so I went on …

She said she had not felt comfortable at the time.  The girl treating her had laid hands on her without permission and she had asked the girl to stop.  She felt that I was just confirming her gut feeling that it was not ok … I relaxed, relieved that I had not offended her.

As we talked about this I felt Holy Spirit say “pray for her” and I knew I needed to tell anything that may have been released over her or the baby to leave … and so I took her hand and prayed and as I did the scripture which warns of the emptying a house and not filling it came to mind (see Matthew 12:43-45) and I felt Holy Spirit say “ask her if she wants Me, ask her if she wants to ask Jesus into her heart…”.

I listened to the prompting, told anything to that had been released over/around her and the baby to leave and then gently asked if she wanted to ask Jesus into her heart … it felt like a culmination of 8 years of gentle discussions … I was nervous and excited at the same time …

She looked at me, in her delightful, uncomplicated and honest manner and said “yes … why not … I do” and so she did …

I then said that the power force behind her being kept protected and safe was the Holy Spirit … did she want to ask Him to fill her up …?

Again she said “yes” and so she repeated after me … “Fill me up Holy Spirit” … I prayed for a complete filling to overflow of her and the baby …

The anointing was powerful … not because of anything I did … but because He loved her … her kairos time, her God appointed time of salvation had come … and I was delighted!

I looked and said “do you feel that?”

She did …

I then explained that this was just the first step, that we would need to explore what this would mean for her; however, for that moment, I knew her “house” was full of Him (Praise God) and that she, and her baby, were covered, protected and alive to Christ.  With Him I knew she, and the baby would be safe because …

God is Good!

Brokers of Heaven the Harvest is Plentiful – God is Good Praise report

We are all being set up for God encounters … encounters for ourselves, and, as brokers of God, encounters for others.  The  secret to being a broker of His love is really is no secret … it is just to believe that God is good and that He wants to be the solution to a hurting world … in every situation …

We were at a school function and I was standing nearby to someone whose teenage daughter, upon walking into the room looking drained, even haunted.  I instantly felt called to pray … well to at least offer to pray.

I quietly suggested it to her mother.  She agreed, having herself been the recipient of prayer and prophetic words over the last 8 or so months, and so I turned to her daughter and offered to pray. Her daughter agreed.  I gently took the things she was holding and placed them onto a nearby table and I took her hands in mine as I invited the Holy Spirit to come.

She instantly teared up as God came, and I took a moment to listen for what I should pray and release over her. As I did I felt to release Peace, rest … and for energy to flood her body.  She needed the energy then and there so that she could get through a school play performance for the school afternoon.

I prayed accordingly, and then I felt I received a word of knowledge, that she had not been sleeping well and that she had been dealing with night terrors that had been keeping her awake in the night, making her so tired…

She nodded in agreement saying it had been the week before.  So, I again released Peace and felt the gentle prompting of the Holy Spirit to ask her if she wanted to ask Jesus into her heart … into her life…

I explained what I felt, saying there was no pressure, and I asked her if she would like to ask Jesus into her heart…

She did, and so we stood in the noise around us and she quietly asked Jesus into her heart. She got more teary as she felt Him on and in her and I again gently asked if she would like to be filled with the Holy Spirit…that He was the empowering force that would guide her, comfort her, protect her …

She did and so she asked for the Holy Spirit to come and fill her up …

As she did I agreed with her in prayer, telling all the powers of darkness to leave, advising them they were now trespassing, and I commanded them to go… I then asked the Holy Spirit to fill her to overflow.

As we stood and prayed, the strain left her face and she got some colour back. I said we would need to meet to explore what had happened to her, and that I would teach her to go to where God was for her so that she could learn for herself how to access and stay in that place of Peace and as I hugged her, a few more tears dropped …

I left that morning thinking how very good God is.  Here was a stressed, young woman, needing a touch from a loving Father … and God came through and gave her Himself … and He comes with so much including Peace, Joy, Hope, Faith and the full empowerment of the Holy Spirit.

I had been set up to be there at just the right time … what a privilege!

The harvest is all around us … and it is ready.  Will you be one of the harvesters?

If you agree to be, God will set you up to be the broker of a God encounter for others.  A broker of Heaven in your world, in your sphere of influence, because, as Jesus said:

“The harvest is plentiful but the workers are few …” (Matthew 9:37)

I do not believe that living a Christian lifestyle for our own blessing and claiming that a good life is a great witness is enough … it is required of us, but do note, none of us will get it right because we all fall and stuff things up … but if we will all believe who we are or “whose” we are … we can release His Presence on people and then they get to experience for themselves a good God, a God that cares, a God with the answers … a God that won’t stuff it up!

He wants us to step into our destiny of being brokers of Heaven; and, I believe He wants us to, not just for “them”, but for us as well, because as we broker Heaven on earth so we learn to lean into Him, and to therefore listen to Him, and as we incline our ears and our hearts He speaks to us of who we are … and that, I believe, releases our identity and with it our destiny … and who would not want to fulfil their God-given destiny because …

God is Good!

Calling in a creative miracle because God is capable and God is Good!

We had a pair of jazz ballet shoes to purchase.  We knew where we needed to go, had the time on Saturday afternoon, but we had felt God say “do it tomorrow on the way home from church”, and so, with adequate time to stop after church, before the start of a play date, we popped into Chadstone to “bag” the shoes and go on …

We stopped briefly to buy a treat … an ice-cream for my son and myself, and 2 oversized chocolate freckles for the play date my daughter was going on (my husband honourably abstained).  As we left the shopping centre, me sharing my ice cream with my five-year old son, who had decided he preferred my chocolate one to his rainbow one, I saw a young man in a wheel chair and I got that familiar prompting to stop and offer to pray …

I caught my husband’s eye who instantly knew what I was about to do and he disappeared with the kids, a relief for me since I normally stop with children by my side.

I gently approached the young man in the wheel chair and opened up a conversation with something like “Hi … I can see you are in a wheel chair … something really tough must have happened to you …” not smooth, but effective …

As I spoke he motioned to me that he was actually missing a leg (which I had not realised) and I thought “oh my gosh!” I had thought he was in a wheel chair needing a healing miracle, not that he was in a wheel chair needing a creative miracle …

He motioned to the lack of leg and I quickly tried to recover my cool, calm, collected stance … and as I did he explained that his right arm no longer worked either … and that if it did he could use crutches …

Great”, I thought … “I have really got myself in the deep end!” and, after a deep breath, I proceeded to introduce myself and explain why I had stopped.  I shared with him that our church, Stairway, had been prophesied over and told that we would see creative miracles like legs grow, and that I wanted to know whether he would permit me to pray for that and for the healing of his arm … explaining that God had highlighted him to me to stop …

He readily agreed, placing his hot meat pie down, and he told me his name was Mark …

I placed my hand on his left shoulder and, as my five-year old son ran up and away with tongue out to swipe licks on my now melting chocolate ice cream, I invited the Holy Spirit to come, and I released healing over him in the name of Jesus.  I then prayed in line with God’s Word over our church and asked God to create a new leg, ignoring the screaming thoughts in my head that were saying “you are mad you are mad” … and I reminded God of His word and asked Him to perform a creative miracle for Mark in the name of Jesus …

I then walked around him and placed my hand on his right shoulder and I again released healing in the name of Jesus and I commanded his right arm to be healed.  As I did I started to receive words of knowledge of what needed healing, to make the arm whole, and I “knew” that the injury had been as a result of a trauma, an accident …

I told the sinews to knit, the muscles to function, the nerves to heal and for a few other things that came to mind as I prayed and I asked for the oil of the Holy Spirit to be released and flow through his arm.  As I prayed in faith the words and commands I felt I “heard” he nodded in agreement and I felt that somehow I was hitting the mark with the prayers, that they were words of knowledge from God, words indicating what healing was required to have his arm function again … I felt they were words being released to give him faith that God knew and cared for him … for I surely could not have known in the natural, for he had not told me and I am not medically trained in any way …

I then called for “redemption”.  I felt so very strongly that God’s word for him was “redemption”, that God would “redeem” him … all he had lost … His eyes grew moist and he was visibly moved …

My son continued to run up cheekily licking my ice cream …

On this particular occasion I felt to give Mark my mobile (cell phone) number and my husband and my first names … I also gave him the details of church services and times and he asked whether there was wheel chair access, to which I said there was …

I mentioned a few testimonies of healing and told how God’s healing can come as a seed, which grows, and I encouraged him to thank God for any improvement … and to come for more prayer if he felt so inclined.  I then shared about how a man who was in a wheelchair and who was unable to move his legs had started to move his legs the week before at our church’s evening service and I encouraged him to come …

I then felt I needed to give him a kiss, and so I asked if I could.  He agreed,  and so I kissed him on the cheek, and thanked him for allowing me to stop and pray, for interrupting his day …

I wanted to fix it for Mark … I wanted to make things right … but it was beyond my power to do so … all I could do was stop and offer God’s word … or rather offer God’s Word:

For the testimony of Jesus is the spirit of prophecy.” Revelation 19:10 (NASB 1995)

Our church has a promise from God in the form of a prophetic word that creative miracles will be seen, will be released … it’s the testimony of Jesus … it’s the promise of Jesus …

I feel that he was greatly touched that someone cared enough to stop and pray …

I feel that He was impacted by God in how God showed me the needs of his heart and the requirements of healing in his arm …

I feel he was touched that someone offered an answer …

I know he felt God … I trust he received hope … we cannot stop and pray and not cause change to occur … prayer releases something … something grand … and as we stop for the one and offer them The One they will each taste and see that …

God is Good!

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