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It was an “all body experience” for her…God is Good!

I was at school drop off with my preppy this morning (my 6-year-old son).

A girl who is a single mum of two asked how my son was getting on and as we chatted and discussed our respective children she mentioned to me that she was still battling the same infection she had been dealing with months before, and that she had now been prescribed cortisol steroids (I think is was …) but still to no avail …

Now I have prayed for her a number of times.  Once early, in the year, when we were all new mums at the school, and her mum was in hospital due to a back problem, I had sat by her side and offered to pray … she replied she was a Moslem but she would like that and so  we sat side by side on the garden edge and I placed my hand on her lower back (where coincidentally her mum had the pain) and released healing into her mum, but into her, in her mum’s stead … and as I had done so she had cried, saying how she could feel something, and that she would go and tell her mum …

She told me later that her mum had recovered very quickly from the back issue and it was due, she said, to the prayers I had said on her mother’s behalf …

Some time later,  her mother had surgery and she had sent me an urgent text asking to see me.  Weeping at school drop off she had said her mum was in hospital could I please pray again … that she knew my prayers were answered and made a difference … that her mum had healed so quickly last time she wanted me to pray for her again …

I did and she cried … and I hugged her … in the morning sunshine …

Well, this morning, I felt Holy Spirit prompt me to pray for her healing and so I offered.  She agreed and I gently placed my hand on her chest where the infection had been, and prayed healing, for Jesus to do what he had done for J last year (see link for story) which was a healing of a persistent chest infection, in the name of Jesus …

She teared up again, and said how she felt something again, how every time I prayed for her she felt something  … that it was (and she wriggled and gestured her arms from her head to her feet) a “total body experience, all enveloping, all over my body” and she said “it happens every time you do that…”

I replied “that’s the Holy Spirit” … “that’s God” …

She threw her arms around me passionately saying “I love you!”

I answered, hugging her back  … “He loves you”

And we made our respective ways …

God has her in His sights … and gives her an “all body experience” each time I pray … and it’s not because I am special or highly anointed or highly favoured … it’s because He wants her to know that He is real, and loves and cares for her … He wants to give her an “all over body experience” … a hug … purely because …

God is Good!

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Pinky pain leaves … God is Good!

I rushed through the torrential rain and winds to the door of the piano teachers studio, two children in tow, hair flying, music flapping and trying earnestly to control a fly away golfing umbrella … Melbourne at its wintery best!

Inside stood a mother and her two young children clearly waiting for us to come in … the family that had a lesson before us.

Over the last year my daughter, son and I have got to know them a little.  My children happily practice their Japanese on them (the mother is from Japan) and I give music learning tips to her children (I used to teach), and try to gently encourage them to be all they can be.

On occasion I have prophesied over them, without it being “official”.  In that the eldest son called N was struggling with his practice, I gave him some tips and said that I felt he was a really great musician, and that I could see him playing the saxophone …

“How did you know that he wanted to play that!” exclaimed the mother … N listening intently … I responded that I just knew he would make a great sax player …

To be honest – it shocked me that he wanted to play the sax too … one of those, being naturally prophetic without trying to be prophetic … I think we are all like that, more than we know … but I am still like a kid in a candy store when it happens 🙂

Anyway, as we have got to know them, conversations have come up and we have talked about our faith, the mother has discussed how she was raised a Buddhist; her husband a Catholic … and she would ask questions … lots and lots of questions …

I have also had many occasions to openly pray for them.  Nursed her daughter when she has entered the studio in tears when there has been conflict, and prayed for her, and then held the mother when she has come in to the studio in a flood of tears over a school incident involving her son, and prayed for her and the son …

I have prophesied over her at her request, prayed for her destiny to open, released wisdom and knowledge of the “next step” … her daughter and son watching, absorbing the situation, the environment …

It was not always convenient … to be honest some days I just wanted to sit and be quiet … but here was a family hungry for God … although they do not know it just yet … I think they just like having us around …

You could say … we have done lots of life together in that little music lesson studio … my kids … her kids … the music teachers … and the mum and I … !

Well this particular stormy afternoon N had hurt his little finger … his pinky … and as I walked in and saw him holding it up gingerly, bent and swollen out of shape, his mother exclaimed “B will know just what we should do!”

A bit taken aback … I am not a doctor, nor do I claim to have any medical background … and feeling a tad panicked at the statement I asked what had happened … Aussie Rules Footy accident … ball landed square on his pinky … and he held it up gingerly for me to inspect …

It didn’t look too good, so I offered to pray, put my drenched umbrella down and gently wrapped my hand around his crooked, swollen little finger … which looked for all intents and purposes broken!

N is about 12 years old, and I think because I have consistently called the gold out in him, encouraged him and cared about his life and that of his family, he somehow has a soft spot for me … and as I stood, children around me readying themselves for their lesson, N looked earnestly into my eyes … open and obviously in pain … and so I prayed.

I told his little finger to be healed in Jesus name, I commanded the swelling to go down in Jesus name, I commanded any break to be healed and I released the testimony of A being healed of two broken legs (in other words I retold it) and I continued to release the Holy Spirit to do His thing …

N and I both felt the swirling and N’s finger got hot …  he blinked looking into my eyes …

Feeling a bit foolish with his pinky in my hand I spoke to the mum and suggested she get it onto ice immediately, and get him to a doctor regardless, just to be sure … and I continued to hold on until he told me the heat had receded … as I felt the anointing lift I asked him how it felt …

“A little better” was the response, and he moved it … which he had not been able to do before … the pain had receded too …

I took it again, the heat came again, and I continued to release the Holy Spirit into and him as he intently stared at me … the anointing swirling …

I waited until he told me it had lifted again … he tested his finger again … much better he said and the swelling certainly looked like it had lessened, the colour not so angry and the movement was certainly better …

I turned to his mother and encouraged her to take him to the doctor on the way home and to ice it regardless and I turned to him and told him about a little boy called R who had sprained his ankle three or so years ago.  I said that he had felt heat, cool, tingles and a wind, and then he had removed his bandage and run through the school play ground completely healed … I then told N how I had warned R at the time that sometimes the pain tries to come back, and that R was to command it to go in the name of Jesus, to speak to that pain and say “No, B prayed for it to go, it went, it’s not coming back in the name of Jesus!”

On that occasion, as we had walked back to  the car, the pain had come back, and so I told R to do what I had said and as he did it left immediately and he was instantly healed of his sprain from then on …

I told N, if the pain tries to come back, that he was to say “no, in the name of Jesus, pain leave now!”

N nodded … looking at me intently and I sensed that I was to offer to lay hands on him for the same gift of healing so he could lay hands on himself … he kept looking intently at me and nodded quite enthusiastically, his face brightening … and so I stood again, held his hands in mine and in the name of Jesus released the gift of healing in faith through the laying on of hands …

Now … I know that many will have all sorts of technical,theological comments around this … I did too and my head was screaming at me about it, but I have learnt to go with what I sense God is asking of me, and I figure He knows … it is not my place to make it technical, it is my place to do what I see the Father doing …

After I had done what I sensed I was to do I asked God “Do you want me to ask him if He want to ask Jesus into his heart” and I felt that the response I got was “No, ask if he wants to be filled with the Holy Spirit …” I was a bit surprised by this, but who knows … I did what I felt I was being asked to do again, and N nodded earnestly, even excitedly and I said to him “just ask Holy Spirit to fill you up N” and he did … he proclaimed “Holy Spirit fill me up” … and as he did a strong wave of anointing swept over us … he looked up at me teary but smiling and his mother stood and started to cry …

I stepped back, smiling and saying … there you have “it” N, and I turned to his mum, who was shocked at her tears and as she stood gently brushing them away, shaking, she said “I don’t know why I’m crying, this feels amazing” to which I responded … “its ok, it often happens, God comes and we cry …”

She kept crying and shaking a little and said “I feel so much peace and love …”

I said “that is because God is peace and God is love … He is here … heaven is here … you are feeling Him … He loves you …”

She smiled exclaiming the awe of it all, and I noted that a sense of awe had filled the little waiting room …

She thanked me over and over saying how tired I must be … but I said that the healing and the love and the peace … when I pray it comes through me, and over me, and like a hose that remains wet on the inside when water is released through it … so I get blessed as God and Heaven is released through me … “I’m just the hose … He is the water …” I said “I get to sense and feel, and walk in the overflow so I am good, not tired at all, in fact I get refreshed!” and I smiled.

“This is what Christianity is about” I explained, not for the first time, “a personal relationship  with the Creator of the Universe who cares and loves us all” and I smiled …

As I write I wonder if I should have led her to Christ then and there … I feel at peace that I did not go there that day, she has been having encounters on and off for the year … and I sense He is wooing her and her family … there will come a day for her … or days … for He will not ever stop calling her …

God is a lover of our souls … and I believe He woos us … we introduce Him … or He barges in on them through dreams or an encounter, but more often than not I believe it is us … His body that need to make the introduction … I believe we are to let them taste Him, feel Him, see Him … working not just in us but through us … I believe He wants them to experience Him by working through us … as they watch us doing life with Him in us … as we allow Him to be revealed and released through and around us …

I’ve been looking forward all week to hearing about how N got on … but we didn’t get to piano this week.  Next Wednesday I will see … but in the meantime I know that God is wooing them all, calling them to Himself because …

God is Good!

Links to A’s story of healing and a family’s salvation (in three parts) see: Part 1 for the start of the story and Part 2 and Part 3 for the praise reports

“Reunification” was the word-God is Good!

Yesterday afternoon I was travelling interstate to attend a conference. The plane landed and I struggled to free my on board luggage from the overhead locker, and unintentionally invaded a gentleman’s space.

I apologised and as we stood to wait to disembark he asked if it was “home” and I said “no … I was attending a Christian conference”. He went on to say he was visiting his family, but that he was meant to have his daughter with him, but that she was ill. He then went on to mention that his daughter had not been able to come because she had broken out into a rash.

I said “what a shame”, and as we disembarked, climbing down the ladder onto the tarmac, I offered to pray. He readily agreed and so we stood at the base of the stairs of the plane and I introduced myself, explaining I was a Christian, and he introduced himself back saying he was a Christian too!  We laughed, I took his hand, and I invited the Holy Spirit to come.  We prayed for his daughter to be healed, for her histamine levels to come back into normal range and for her immune system to tolerate the penicillin (he had said it was an allergic reaction to penicillin). I then felt I “heard” the word “reunification” or “reunion” or something along those lines and I mentioned it to him, explaining that it made no sense to me, but asking if it did to him.

He looked at me and said “that does mean something to me … My wife and I are separated …” and as we walked into the terminal together he explained that he was separated, that was visiting family for four days and that he and his wife had separated, he felt, due to the over protectiveness she had with their two children, the fear that something might happen … He continued saying that she had been pregnant previous to him meeting her and that child had died … She had a very understandable fear that her children may also die … and as I heard the story my heart went out to them as a couple and to her as a woman, or girl, who had got pregnant young, had a child out of wedlock who had suffered the sadness and grief of having that child die … only to have two more with a husband, but to be filled with a constant fear for her children’s safety ..

As we walked in, his parents greeted him and he introduced me to them, explaining that I had prayed for him, that I was a Christian too, here for a conference. They asked me what conference I was attending… I told them and they said … “Oh how funny our grand-daughter is the worship leader there … Make sure you say hello to her …”!
I looked at S (the gentleman I had prayed for) and said “were you planning to come along?”

He said “no”, he hadn’t planned to but he then responded that he just may, since it was Friday night Saturday day and Saturday night…

I then quickly switched the conversation back to his wife.  I felt an urgency to pray for her for as he had spoken about his wife, I had felt my compassion stir, and I knew I needed to pray.

I mentioned this and he agreed, and so we stood, and prayed for his wife.  I prayed as I felt led, for her to feel the Fathers heart, for her to be released from all fear, for His love to surround her, and for her to be released from the condemnation she had felt as an unmarried mother.  I prayed that she would know the love of God in a tangible way, to know that she was not to blame for the death of her child, that she was free of judgement, and for her to feel the peace of God in a tangible way, for her to know beyond any doubt that it was safe to releases her children into His care. I then prayed for their marriage, for unity and for reunification…

S stood and agreed with me.  He looked tangibly moved, and as I prayed I knew that his wife was the main reason for me to stop to pray. I had felt to pray about the daughter, but the compassion had come and the heavy tangible sense of the anointing had swept around us as I had prayed for his wife…I felt that, yes, I was meant to pray for the daughter, the allergic reaction was not God’s will, however, it was a means to an end, where God could then show His love to the father, and release His heart of reunification and healing for the marriage and for the mother…

God had set me up again!  God had set S up too!  And, the extraordinary “coincidence” of his niece being the worship leader at the conference that I was going to, that the father was free to come to the conference if he so chose because he was there on his own, indicated to him, I believe, that God cared, that God had it in hand, that God “saw” him, and with that, God was drawing S to Himself, and through him, his family would be drawn too, just because…

God is so very, very Good!

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