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
God’s love flows through you to others. It is amazing how the ordinary becomes extraordinary in the presence of Holy Spirit. God is so good and cares about what pains us. N’s mum will come to know the Lord of Lords. You leak out the presence of God and those around are changed, including yourself. Thank you for sharing God’s goodness with us. 🙂
Thank you Pure Glory. I had been waiting for the feed back the following week, and with missing the lesson this week, I thought I would wait, but I could feel Gods desire to tell the story anyway … Blessings! God is Good!
Blessings!
it’s the mystery of love, you can’t keep it in a box, you must pass it on, i’.m moved by your faith, i too believe, and have seen the clouds, and faces in the sky, as they say, it’s amazing what love can do!, say a prayer for me if you can, i’ve a lot on my plate and can do with all the assistance out there, amen. i have a picture of a man in the sky, with what looks like a book in his hands, something great is happening.
That sounds amazing. I just prayed for you. What do you think the man with a book in his hands is about?
take a look at my blog under the same title, but on the blogspot site, there is a short story, ten lines max, i posted the picture there, i’ve another 50 i suppose and an awful lot more. the book of the living i imagine
I will take a look – thankyou!
the title of the page is something has happened, and it’s on the blopspot. com website under the name of paddy picasso . the image should be posted to anyone you like, i have more.
I found it and posted a comment, but it disappeared … Great and intriguing picture. Blessings, God is Good!
pass it on
Hey – just looked in your blog … Can’t see anything but your “about” page. Could you please send me the link to the page?
I can imagine feeling daunted when you turned up and N’s mum said “B will know just what we should do!”.. But I was thinking about it and about how she really means “God will know just what we should do!” because at the moment in her life, you’re His ambassador to her, you’re His mouthpiece to her. Hopefully soon she will be able to go straight to the Lord for herself!
Thanks for sharing B. God is indeed good. And a thousand other amazing things too!
Hi Kate. You could be right. In the throws of things you often forget about the ambassadorial walk you are called to … Really it’s all about identity, who we are and whose we are and who we represent! Thank you for reminding me of that! It is a constant battle to hold firm to our identity…and how lovely when we remind one another, as you did me! Thankyou. And thankyou for taking the time to comment! Blessings, God is Good! PS: I am yet to respond to your other comment (sorry for delay) but yes Stairway is “home” and Peter McHugh is our pastor! I trust you were deeply impacted by the seminar and even more ready, willing and equipped to fulfil your God given destiny and purpose!