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Myer is full of the Spirit of God – A prodigal daughter comes home

I had a short amount of time to do some chores, wanting to get back home to complete some study.  I went to the local shopping centre and felt I was to walk through Myers on the way to the shops that I had to visit.  I had my first treasure hunt list in my bag and thought I may find a treasure (see Kevin Dedmon’s book – The Ultimate Treasure Hunt).

I bought a t-shirt in Myers for my husband and was served by a beautiful woman.  I asked if I could pray a blessing for her, telling her that she was obviously a blessing to so many others with her lovely disposition.  She agreed.

I felt nothing in particular as I prayed a 10 fold return on the blessing that she had been for others.  I trusted that God followed the blessing through.

I then headed towards the escalators feeling that I was to go upstairs through Myers to where I thought I was headed …

As I went up the escalator I saw C.  I had prayed for her before – she had graves disease which was causing her right eye to bulge.  She had told me it could eventually cause blindness.  I called to her as she headed up the escalators and I asked how she was.

She told me that she had been loosing more sight and pointed out that her eye was bulging.  I offered to pray a “quickie” since she was heading back to work after a break.  She agreed.

I laid my hand on the side of her face, after asking permission, and prayed, quoting the blind shall see.  She immediately felt something in her eye area.  I laughed and told her that her eye looked less bulgy than before.  I told her to go to the toilets to check it out.  She left excited, saying she would.

I checked out the sheets on sale in Myers and then felt to go to Adairs instead … where I got the best product and price … God’s favour and blessing!  I returned some shoes and then felt that I was to head straight back through the third floor of Myer to go home – I thought I would stop for a takeaway coffee  …

As I headed through the 3rd floor God reminded me that I needed to buy some pyjamas for M.  I felt great – this limited shopping time was turning out to be an excellent time of prayer, ticking off chores, and blessing and favour all rolled up in one … a smorgasbord outing with God!

I stood with my purchases at the cash register and waited.  An older lady called J was all anxious etc.  Her credit card would not work – I wanted to get home, but chose to remain calm and I offered to pay for her goods.  She accepted and then told me about her grandkids and started to cry.  I said to wait and I would pray for her.

She waited as I paid for my purchase and we stood to the side and prayed. She wept under the anointing.

She then started to pour her heart some more.  I wrote off the rest of the time I had and figured God would redeem the time and that she was far more important.  I suggested we have coffee (I knew I was getting my coffee at some stage).  I bought her a hot chocolate and listened while she told me her story in the middle of Myers.

I offered to pray some more.  She had arthritis – I held her hand, commanded the arthritis to go, and then felt to take her to her “God space”.

When she had located her God space she said God was “way up in Heaven” and she was “down here with me” (we were still sitting in Myer).  I said “ask Him to come closer”.  She did.  I asked her where He was.  She said on the couch opposite us. I said “do you want Him to come closer?” – she said “yes”.

I said “ask Him to come closer”; she did, and started to cry.  The anointing grew heavy.  I asked where He was and she said He was kneeling right in front of her and that He was saying that He had forgiven her.  I told her to tell Him what she wanted to tell Him – she wept and said sorry for being away from Him.

I then felt to say would you like to ask Him into your heart.  She said she had a long time ago, but I said do you want to ask Him again, afresh – she said “yes”.

She recommitted her life to Him and shook and wept as he started to heal her broken heart. The anointing was very strong and thick – it grew stronger and stronger each time she asked Him to come closer and closer –  I shook a bit and could feel Him all over us.  She could feel tingling on/in her hands.

We talked some more and she asked Holy Spirit to come and wash her clean, and back into her heart.

After she had recommitted her life to Jesus Christ I prayed and told the demonic to go and not come back, and for Holy Spirit to fill her completely up.  I also prayed an impartation of the gift of healing (she said she wanted it – her husband was in a wheel chair due to some condition).

I gave her my number.  We talked about church and about a seminar I was going to where Joshua Mills was talking – inviting her to come.  I told her how I had seen an arm growing out at a Joshua Mills seminar last year – she said her husband’s arm was shorter than the other (a coincidence? … no).  I said he could be healed and that it was worth coming.  She said she wanted to get back to church – I made some suggestions.

We talked a little longer and I walked her through the shopping centre to a point where I hugged and kissed her goodbye – telling her to call and how God loved her so much that He had sent someone to be there and to call her Home to Him.

Throughout the entire “encounter” she said people were watching us.  She said that there was a man during our coffee that looked just like a man from her past – a Christian that had cared for her when she had suffered from post natal depression after her first child, many years ago … I do not think that was a coincidence  either … God was so very on her case.

As we parted I told her she was an answer to my prayers – that the orphans would come home … and they are because …

God is Good!

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Giving it to God because … God is Good!

I have a dear friend who lives overseas.  She has consistently been there for me in my challenges, to encourage, love and support me … and I hope she would say the same for me …

Recently times have got tough, and my friend and her husband decided to sell their home in Australia.  It was a decision that was not taken lightly, but they decided to remain in the country where they were for their children’s sake, in a place with opportunities where they felt their children would be best served to step into what they felt was their children’s destiny.

It has been a difficult and trying few years, and the sale of the house seemed like a guage which, when sold, would perhaps give some relief.

The auction was set for Saturday 24th October 2015 … just two weeks ago.  The Melbourne market had been hot, but it had started to settle.  Things on the property market front were quietening down; however, but they could not have planned a more perfect Spring day … the sun was out, barely a cloud in the sky, barely a breeze, the birds were singing … it was a really glorious day … I felt like Pollyanna with the sense of joy I had … and I texted her so, saying I was praying for a glorious and blessed outcome for her … I said:

I will pray and have been for 11am favour favour favour It’s a lovely morning here so good day of an auction xxx

A text came back …

Thank you! And thanks for remembering.  Have not slept well, kept dreaming it was passed in. Bit nervous.”

I read and my heart sank a little for her … I asked: “Was the dream dark or bright and in colour”

Bright in colour. Why?” came the response …

My heart sank a little more for her and I replied:

If it’s a God dream it is usually bright and in colour.  What else about the dream that you remember?

Everything …” she replied “… The bidder’s faces, their cars, the inside of the house (which I haven’t seen since we fixed it for tenants). The sky, the trees, the yard. My parents being there, the agent, etc

What happened?” I responded “Just tell it like you saw it …

all the while my mind was whirring, knowing that God gives us dreams … warning dreams … and my heart sank a little lower worrying that maybe God was preparing her for the house to not sell … after all she had been through, I didn’t know what to say … or to pray … so instead I waited for the fullness of the dream …

She wrote:

“I was in the house, walking around each room checking out the curtains I had bought for the tenancy … I was in the home office whilst the auction was going on … only one bidder bid, but it was under reserve so the house didn’t sell.  I was at the front door watching them leave with the agent. My parents and I talking, me upset. Beautiful Spring morning, sunshine, no wind, smell of ocean air. … My dad’s ute parked in the drive way. (some details deleted).”

By this time it was 9.38am … I felt panic.  I knew I had to pray for an interpretation, I had to step out … so I did! There was no time. I knew that God is a good God! That it was a God dream! That there was good being said in the dream! But where was the good in a passed in house that they needed to sell at auction?

I tried to call her, but she didn’t pick up, so I started to text frantically with what I thought the dream might mean …

There were details that were obvious to me which I briefly outlined … but as I texted and prayed for a correct interpretation it suddenly sank into my spirit what the essential message was that the dream was giving her …

Excited I hoped she would understand what I meant in the text … it would be so much easier to explain verbally … but I gave it my best shot …

I said:

The dream could be about you and where you are at.  It’s a bright clear dream in colour. God may be letting you know that He is there and He knows. …

I continued to text as it came, praying frantically … by the time I got what I thought was the crux of the dream it was 10.41am … with the auction starting at 11am … even so I felt it click in my spirit that I felt that this essentially was the meaning …

“… it may also be letting you know He has it all in hand and to trust. Standing at the front door is the place of looking out to the future. You were not in your back yard but at the front door! … Your father’s ute in the driveway (a ute is like a truck with an open tray at the back for those non-Aussie readers).  Utes move things. Your father God His ute (vehicle for moving things) is parked in the drive way.  It’s ready to go God’s vehicle is ready to move things xxxx”

She responded that she was amazed at what there was in the dream (much detail has been taken out in this story and the dream was amazing … full of purpose, promise, invitation,  it was an amazing, encouraging and beautiful dream once you really looked!) … by now it was 10.49am … and I am still praying frantically …

I continued:

“In a nut shell you have been working hard (office) to move this house when all the time your Father’s ute (God’s vehicle) is parked ready to move things for you as you stand on the cusp of your future (front door).  Hand the auction outcome and the sale over to Him and watch Him move on your behalf!!!

Love you xxx

Sitting at home praying xxx

It was 10.53 …

A text comes back at 11.17am …

Keep praying!!!!!

I keep praying and text her that I am doing so at 11.19 … and by 11.20am I feet a click in my spirit and I just knew it was done … I texted her:

“It’s done just watch it work out xxx”

I waited … and thanked God … and wandered around my house waiting to hear … and thanked God … and waited … and thanked God … and wandered restlessly around my own house … and waited to hear … and thanked God … when finally at 11.59am the text comes back:

“Thank you for everything!!!!!!!

House sold for $y

$x more than thought (kiss) I am soooooooo relieved.”

I feel such delight for her, and thank God, a big smile on my face, and I nearly start crying as I pace the house thanking Him … it has been a tough journey for her and God came through …

I’m itching to know, I sense she did, I felt that God said to me that she had … but I want to know for sure and I so text:

Did you give it to God before the auction? I am so pleased xxxx

The text comes back …

“Funny you should ask that. I did!!!!

When you told me to ‘hand the auction over … watch him move’. I made a concious decision at that very moment to do what you said.  Then I got a tingling feeling and just a split second of this incredible serene feeling & then it was gone again.”

I grinned some more … and got even more teary and replied:

“… He moved it for you! His ute was ready and waiting. Utes move things!

That feeling – that’s God’s peace that surpasses all knowledge and understanding

God is Good! xxx

Don’t forget to thank Him xx

And you know … she didn’t forget to thank Him!

She thanked Him all day!

She had the most glorious day …

She was caught in a torrential down pour and resigned herself to the fact that she would get drenched … and a friend turns up and gives her an umbrella … she texts me this and says …

Time to give more over to him I think.

She then goes to a class, and forgets her shoes … but someone had a spare pair which they lent her … and she texts after this at 2.30pm:

“I haven’t had this much good fortune in a very long time.  I am very grateful he is giving me some happiness today. It’s been long overdue!”

Essentially the rest of my friend’s day went well.  So well in fact she tells me she felt guilty!

She wants some more of that peace …

She wants some more of being able to let go and let God …

Yet she, like us all, are on a journey …

All I know, and I have told her so, that He is absolutely on her case.  He is inviting her into relationship with Him.  He wants to carry her load for her in His ute … and this I know … not just because of her beautiful and glorious dream … or because of the feeling of peace she got that she wants more of … not because her day went well … but simply and purely because …

God is Good!

Praying in the park – Monday 11th October 2010

God is Good!

M (my son) and I went to the local park for a play after kindy.  A little girl and her Mother were there enjoying the sun after a bleak winter.

M immediately struck up a friendship with the little girl, as only a 3 and a half year can, and scored half a banana from the little girl’s Mum.  The mum and I struck up a conversation with each other and chatted about a variety of things.  As we chatted I learnt that she was at home with her children, was studying to become a nurse and had a 7 year old daughter in Grade 1 at primary school.  She and I chatted about the challenge of juggling all the various demands of being a Mum, student, etc and laughed about how people only saw us wearing one hat when in fact we wore many.

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There was warmth and there was healing because God is Good!

I was at my son’s piano lesson, waiting for him to finish after what had been a long day. I had considered sitting in my car. I was tired and so often I end up interacting with people in the parents waiting room; however, I knew that this was where God would want me to be …

The door slid open and in bounced two little poppets (5 and 7) that have a lesson after my son. I said a cheery “hello” and “konnichiwa” (my son son learns from a Japanese teacher, and most of the students have one or both parents from Japan), and I smiled asking how they all were.

The two poppets and their mum sat. I asked whether they had been doing any more origami (their mum had taught my son how to make a stork a few weeks earlier) and they shook their heads … and as the older sat she winced and rubbed her neck, speaking something to her mum in Japanese.

I looked and asked if she had a sore neck and her mother looked and said that she had slept poorly and hurt her neck … and said … “what is it called a crook neck?”

I replied, “yes, a crook neck, where the neck gets hurt due to poor sleeping position” and I mentioned that my daughter had suffered from one a few weeks earlier.

The mum asked what could be done, and so I mentioned that heat helped, that we had seen an osteopath to massage it out, and that with massage and heat it would get better …

7 year old poppet kept rubbing and looked in pain …

I felt the familiar “knowing”, not even needing to ask Him, I offered …

“Would you like me to pray for her? That can work too” I said and when queried I said “pray” and put my hands in a familiar prayer pose …

The mum said “yes” and the little girl nodded and shuffled over to my side where I gently placed my hand and prayed, explaining that she may or may not feel something, heat, cool, tingles … but that God would want her well …

I sat quietly and in Jesus name prayed for healing. The little girl melted a little in the face and I said “you feel Him don’t you?” and she nodded in response …

“What do you feel?” I asked.

She looked and said “heat, it is warm”…

I asked her, “has the pain gone”

She nodded saying “yes” and smiled.

I said “oh good there you go” … all the while her mum watched and then asked what religion I followed …

I gently explained I was a Christian, that we believe in Jesus Christ as the son of God and that the Bible says that as a Christian I can lay hands on the sick and they will be healed in Jesus name …

She nodded saying “thank you.”

I smiled and said “your so very welcome, I’m so glad she feels better”, as 7 year old poppet moved and flexed her neck with a smile.

Now, a little later I did pray again, but for the mum. I prayed favour for the family, for their destinies to be opened for their next move for work and as I did my son’s teacher came out smiled as she saw what I was doing (yes I have prayed for her too over the years) and she called her next student in.

And so I ask … where are you meant to be positioned? Where does God want you … in the car, isolated and alone, but comfortable … or out in the community ready to release His love, His light, His warmth …

I believe I know where He wants me most of the time … and I know this because …

God IS Good!

The Sound of Healing…God is Good!

This is a testimony forwarded to me from a friend in Tasmania.  I am leaving it in it’s entirety … written as she has written it.  It is precedent for healing … and many have been healed by reading, and or by listening to the pod cast … enjoy … and if you need healing … take it as precedent and say “Do it again God” … and He will because … God is Good!

She writes:

Psalm 107:2 ‘Let the redeemed of the Lord tell their story…’ (NIV)

Psalm 107:1,2 ‘Oh, thank God – He’s so good! His love never runs out. All of you set free by God, tell the world! Tell how He freed you….’ (MSG)

God has freed me!!!   Freed me from an illness where there was no cure, no answers, all avenues exhausted with no help to be found.  God is so good!!

When I fell sick in Jan 2007 I was 39yrs old, married to a wonderful husband with two beautiful sons who were 12 and 14.  Life was good, I worked full time, was active in our church, I had a close relationship with God, was fit – running two or three times a week, swam, played basketball, volleyball and any sport that came my way. As a family we regularly took holidays together and would go camping, bushwalking, water skiing, swimming and fishing. Life was good.

Then, out of the blue I got very, very sick. I sought out my local doctor who prescribed numerous courses of antibiotics, underwent various tests which turned out to be detrimental to my health which caused my health to be further weakened.  I was finally diagnosed with having mycoplasma pneumonia along with glandular fever which led to an extremely weak immune system that then developed into an acute and severe case of post viral chronic fatigue. In addition to this, I also picked up a muscular condition called fibromyalgia.

Over the years my husband and friends taxied me around to various doctor’s appointments, medical tests, naturopaths, alternative doctors, health retreats etc.  I tried all kinds of treatments in search of a cure: pain killers, antidepressants, magnets, naturopath concoctions, intense vitamin supplements, detox treatments, diets, massage, acupuncture, I even had my two amalgam fillings removed – I tried everything with no success and often the treatments made me worse, and on two occasions the treatments were so harmful to my health that my husband thought he was going to lose me.

This journey went on for five and half years and was the worst and hardest years of our lives but regardless, my relationship with God not only remained close but grew stronger and stronger.  I’m not saying that I didn’t experience ‘down times’, I most certainly did, and for a period of time I did suffer from depression but I knew that God would one day heal me. So I remained hopeful and optimistic and had an inner strength that of course came from the Lord.  God, on a very regular basis communicated to me through His word, through people, through visions and through His audible voice that He had everything under control and that the days were numbered for this illness and they would not last one day longer than He ordained. I was to wait, wait and be patient, trust in Him – so I did, I surrendered myself and my body to His will.

For the past 16 years my family and I attended Gateway Church in Devonport, Tasmania.  Our church in August 2012 was hosting a Wonders Conference, a Conference where we invite God to display His miracles and wonders, and wow, did God show up!  The conference ran from Thursday to Sunday morning. On the Thursday night my husband went to the meeting and was prayed for and prophesied over that there is a new beginning about to start, you’ve been a warrior and now the fight is over.  He came home so excited. So off we all went to the Friday night meeting and I was especially believing that tonight was the night that I was going to be healed.  I remember praying, just before we left home, ‘I give myself to you God, I surrender myself to you. I am ready to be healed – let your will be done in my life, I don’t want to be anywhere else but in the center of your will.’

When the alter call came, up I went, ready to be healed.  A lady started praying for me, then she stopped and said, ‘God wants you to know how much He loves you.’ Ok. I told her that I knew God loved me and I told her a little of my story and said that I want to be healed. She continued praying then stopped and said, ‘God wants you to know just how much He loves you, like your first love – He loves you so, so much.’ The tears then just overflowed, I knew God loved me, I couldn’t have survived these past five and a half years without Him loving me so much and holding onto me so tightly. I went home not disappointed but confused, but then I felt God remind me ‘you wanted my will didn’t you?’ I absolutely did.

Most of the days while I was sick I was restricted to either my bed or the couch, I was most certainly house bound. For most of that time I couldn’t drive and when I did go out I paid for it dearly. Depending on what I did and how long or exhausting the outing was, was how long I suffered for it.  Some outings could take days or even weeks to recover from and if I was really unlucky I would pick up some bug or virus going around, because of my weakened immune system, and then the recovery could even take months.

So, Saturday, after going out Friday night to the meeting, was a bad, bad day, spending the majority of the day in bed dosed high on pain killers. There was no way I could possibly get to another session.  My husband spent all of Saturday at the conference and God revealed to him that all you have to do is get your wife to church just like the people in the New Testament did when they lowered their sick friend through the roof of the house where Jesus was preaching. He talked to our pastor and asked him, if he could arrange a time for the visiting team to pray for me after the morning service in one of the side rooms. Our pastor’s face lit up on hearing this and agreed that this could be arranged.

My husband played drums for that Sunday morning service and as soon as the worship finished (with my husband still seated behind the drums) our pastor got on stage and announced that we were believing for a miraculous healing this morning and ‘G, it’s time to go get your wife and bring her in’, Well, that did it! My husband was so excited, ‘this is it, it is going to happen!’  He messaged my youngest son (who by now was 17yrs) ‘I’m coming to pick up mum for church to be prayed for, can you wake her up.’  When he got home I was up and dressed but not really with it. I was in zombie mode as my mind and body weren’t really communicating or working well together, I didn’t even have the energy to speak. When my husband asked if I was ok all I could do was nod or give him the thumbs up signal. He said that trying to get me in the car was like trying to push a bean bag onto the seat, and I was only a little girl. I wanted to go and be prayed for but was sceptical of the timing, thinking that if it was my time to be healed God would’ve healed me Friday night.

I remember the car ride over and thinking, when we travel this road to come back home I’m either going to be healed or I’m going to be feeling even worse than I do now and will probably crawl back into bed and be bedridden for days. My husband’s mind was on a totally different wave length, because of the public announcement our pastor had made previously that morning, he knew that me being prayed for was going to be a public witness instead of a quiet, private event that he had led me to believe, and he wasn’t sure if or how I would handle this situation. He knew for a fact that I would strongly oppose such a spectacle because of how I was feeling and also being so much out of my character and my comfort zone.

So, we arrived at church, we quietly sneaked in the doors while the sermon was drawing to an end.  I noticed people spotting us and then nudging others to look around and take notice but thought nothing of it, I didn’t have the energy to worry about what was going on.  Then, our pastor from the stage calls out my name – I froze, goose bumps all over my body, and says, ‘can you and your husband come up on stage.’  He shared with the congregation a little about my story and how faithful I was and then asked me if I could pray for the church, just as Job prayed for his friends, and that when Job prayed for his friends he himself was healed, and so too would my prayer for the congregation bounce back tenfold on to me.

Pray for the church!! Me? In front of 500 people, pray out loud, when I can’t even put two words together this morning!!  He handed me the microphone, and to this day I remember silently pleading ‘God, help me!’  God, to that moment, had never, ever let me down, and He wasn’t about to start.  Shaking and with tears streaming down my face, God filled me with an incredible prayer for the congregation, a prayer that I could never in a million years come up with even if I’d had months to prepare, and apparently it was all spot on to what the topic had been on in the sermon that very morning (which I had missed).  God is amazingly good!

Then, our pastor explained that the drummer who had now been ‘tagged in’ while my husband came to collect me, had a ‘word’ given to him that sometime over this conference weekend, while he was playing, someone was going to be healed. So our pastor asked him to start playing and let the Holy Spirit do the rest.  Well, off he went (let me add that he is an incredible drummer). As the drummer was getting ready to start, the worship leader asked me to lay on the floor in front of the drums. At this point it didn’t faze me at all and I was more than happy too.  So, here we are… little old me, quiet, not a ‘look-at-me’ person at all, laying on the floor, in front of the drums, on a stage, in front of 500 witnesses – God has such a sense of humour.  I wasn’t aware at the time but found out later that while I was laying on the stage many of the congregation came forward, praying for me with their hands reached out towards me and towards heaven. While the ‘face melting’ drum solo was going on I felt incredible joy, I felt the Holy Spirit’s presence in and around me. At one point I felt like I couldn’t breathe, just couldn’t get a lung full of air at all and was kind of gasping, but then all of sudden I was able to take a huge breath and as I breathed out I felt the illness leave me.

When the drumming ceased I had to get the people who were around me to help me up (a bit embarrassing) and then they asked me how I felt and what had just happened.  I silently prayed that God would help me say only what had happened, that I would be honest and not just say what I thought people wanted to hear. I reported that ‘I felt something happen, couldn’t really explain what but felt that God had healed me even though I was still feeling so weak’.

From the very moment I walked off the stage to this day, I have progressively got stronger and stronger.  As we drove home I could feel energy returning back into my body. I am healed!!! At this point in time, almost 15 months after my healing, I have just completed a 10km fun run, 15 months ago I couldn’t even walk around the outside of my house!  God is so good!! The worship leader that Sunday morning gave me a verse, Isaiah 40:31 ‘…strength will rise as you wait upon the Lord.’ That has been so true, and my strength continues to rise.

Refer to Podcasts:

Gateway Church Devonport, Tasmania, Australia Ps Mark von Blankensee, Aug 16 , 2012 – Wonders Conference Session Five – 53min in (but listen to the whole service)

Gateway Church Devonport, Ps Mark von Blankensee, Aug 26, 2012 – Celebration Sunday – begin 54min in – Testimony of myself, my husband, one of our pastors and the drummer.

http://www.gatewaychurch.net.au/church_devonport

A random act of kindness…God is Good!

Last Saturday while I was waiting for my daughter’s ballet class to finish I caught up with a new friend, a friend who has already blessed my life in many ways …

As we finished up, she saw a friend of hers, a woman she had told me about, a woman who was also kind, gentle and gracious.  She said hello to her friend and as she spoke her friend suddenly said with tears …

“Please excuse me, my dog died last night …”

As her friend said this I was filled with compassion for her and nearly started crying too … I feel like a sop when that happens, because I can tear up so easily at times, especially when I am filled with compassion or love or empathy … filled with Him … for another …

I touched her hand … aware that I was a complete stranger and not wanting to “get in her space,” and I gave my condolences …

I said goodbye to my friend, and with another hour and a half to wait, I wondered what I was to do. I asked God, and with a suddenness I knew I had to buy this woman flowers … a ballet mum too … what would she think?!

I started to walk, hoping to find a florist.  I trusted she would still be in the coffee place I had met her in when I got back, thinking how she may find me a bit “odd” to do something like that, but I thought “what can it hurt to give her flowers … to do something kind …? … but still!”

I eventually ended up at one of the train stations in the city, and found my way to a flower stall.  I immediately saw some miniature cyclamens … and I knew I was to buy her the deep pink ones …

“Odd,” I thought, feeling a bit shy about it.  I looked at the other flowers on sale … she seemed so gracious that I thought I should perhaps buy her a potted orchid but I kept being drawn back to the deep pink cyclamens …

I selected the plant I felt God draw me to, bought them and asked for them to be wrapped.

I wandered back past the coffee shop … she wasn’t there …

“Blow, I thought” and decided on my friend’s suggestion (who I had just spoken to on the phone about another matter) to leave them with a person at the ballet school to pass them on …

Still with time to wait I went back to the same coffee shop to sit down outside and have another cup of tea, thinking I may see her again …

I got on with a bit of texting, sipped my tea, and contemplated life, looked at the passers-by, enjoyed the greenery of the trees over the road … and as I did she walked past …

I called out and said a bit awkwardly “… these are for you, I hope you don’t mind, but I felt to get them for you … I just wanted to bless you …”

She looked and cried, tears ran down her cheeks and she told me a little of the story.

I said I had felt to get her the pink cyclamens …

The tears kept running down her cheeks and she said that her little beloved dog’s collar was the same pink, and the dressing gown that belonged to her daughter that her little dog had been buried in, was purple (the cyclamens had touches of purple at their base, and the flowers were wrapped in purple).

Only God!” I thought.

I said I had felt to get her the hot pink … and had thought they may be able to sit on her kitchen table in memory of her dog …

She said “thank you, it’s so kind”

I backed away, not wanting to invade her space in any way … but I said “I just wanted to bless you … I hope it is ok … just a random act of kindness …”

And I wished her well.

We had spoken about more than just that, but the exchange was brief, in that I wanted to really respect her privacy, but I said I would sit for a while longer if she felt like stopping later, but if not, there would be no offence …

And so I finished my tea in the morning sunshine … she didn’t come back, and that was ok … she was too tender….

Regardless … I don’t believe the “coincidence” was lost on her …

I had mentioned praying for her family, but other than that I didn’t mention Jesus, I didn’t pray for her then and there, I didn’t get in her face about anything, including the God coincidence …. I just gave her the flowers that just happened to be the same colour as the collar on her little dog and the gown in her little dog was buried …

Did I feel awkward?

Yes!

But I know when God moves us to do something, it is worth feeling awkward for, it is worth taking the risk and obeying, for you never really know what is gong on in a person’s life … but He does and perhaps through that one act of obedience, that one act of kindness they too will know that …

God is Good!

God’s agenda is good…all the time because…God is Good!

I had dropped my 6 year old off at school and was headed home, when I had a fleeting thought that I should head straight up to Bunnings and buy the padlock that we needed for our new lane way gate.

“Odd” I thought, “I’m just around the corner from home” … and in my wisdom I kept driving towards home thinking I would pop back home first to collect a piece of plumbing pipe I had bought there the day before, which I needed to return … but as I checked my plan with God I sensed that “no, I was to go straight to Bunnings now” …

“Odd” I thought again and I drove straight past my home … figuring “what have I got to lose in listening and obeying as I go” … and I wondered who or what I would encounter at Bunnings when I got there …

I found a park, and headed straight into Bunnings, and as I did I saw a friend from church that worked there standing at the door giving directions to customers.  I smiled at P and said “Oh, you must be the reason I am here … a blessing for me to see you …” and I stood smiling at her as we had a brief chat before I headed off for my padlock purchase …

I found what I needed and as I headed to the check out to pay, P caught up to me and suggested I let her buy me a coffee …

I hesitated.  I had so much to do in the day.  I felt so ungracious … but I had an urgent case that I needed to attend to, workmen in my garden, a variety of jobs and a small amount of time to complete it all in … I was already behind my own agenda with this extra stop off for God …

She saw me hesitate and said “no pressure, I know you are so very busy …”

I smiled and said … “no, I’m just checking with the Holy Spirit to see what He says … I am very very busy, but He wants me to stop and have a coffee with you … so I will …thank you!” and I explained what I had on my plate and hence my hesitation, not wanting to offend or hurt her …

We chatted, and it was lovely … I felt blessed to stop for a moment and be with a friend …

With her break time up, we wandered back to the check out, me still to pay for my padlock and she walked back to her post at the door.  I stood and waited to pay for my purchase and as I did I looked at the woman serving me and knew I was to offer to pray …

I stopped after paying and said to her:

“This may sound strange, but I am a Christian and I have an overwhelming sense that I need to offer to pray for you … is there anything that I can pray for you for …?”

The woman looked at me, shook a little and teared up …

“Yes” she said … “there is something you can pray for me for … there is … but I …” and she trailed off …

I knew I was not to push for details, it was private and she was suddenly over whelmed …

I said “Its ok, no need to tell me, God knows the details I will bless you, He knows what you need … which is why He wanted me to ask you if you needed prayer … ”

She nodded and as she assented to me praying someone came up behind me to be served …

I stood back saying that I would wait … and as she finished serving that person … another one came for service … seemingly overlooking the other available checkout station … I stood and waited some more … and as she finished with that one … yet another came … and yet another again …

I stood waiting …

So often it  happens, I offer to pray and suddenly the check out isles  fill with customers … the teller is generally nervous with me waiting and so I know to wait looking relaxed, even if I don’t feel relaxed … and I tend to stand there feeling awkward … but I have learnt to be patient … that the time to pray will come, if I can stand my ground … and fulfil my assignment …

I quietly prayed for an opening, for the ebb of people to slow … and it came …

I walked back over, told her my name and she told me she was called “R”. I took her hand and I prayed.  I prayed a blessing, as I said I would, I prayed favour and I prayed wisdom in the pathways forward (I sensed she needed wisdom) … I prayed that God knew what her needs were and that He would meet them … and as I did, her eyes filled with tears …

There was no profound “knowing” or prophetic words that came to me that pierced her situation … just compassion that I had for her in whatever place she found herself in … she wished to remain private and I honoured that … as did God by not giving me any more insight than what I had, and I knew that me offering to pray, and her accepting the prayer, was enough for the Heavenly hosts to move on her behalf and release God’s goodness into her situation …

I finished, sensing I was to bless her with the Father’s blessing … I was to kiss her forehead … I told her that God was pleased with her, loved her, and she shook some more … and I asked if I could kiss her forehead …

She pulled back a little and shook her head, not daring to look at me, barely holding it together, and again I knew enough not to push  it … and instead I kissed my finger tips and gently placed them on her head and I thanked her for letting me pray.  As I walked away the  next customer came … and I saw her  wipe away some tears as she composed herself for the person she had to serve …

I walked past my friend P who could see what I was doing, who knew what I was doing … she had seen me do it before at Bunnings and in fact she has been doing this sort of thing for years in coffee shops and places she would visit …

I stopped by her side and suggested she watch out for R and we both looked over at R wiping away her tears …

I know that R is in good hands … P will watch out for her, as will God!

I left saying to God … “well that was an interesting morning … I saw a friend, had a tea, and had an encounter waiting for me …thank you” and I smiled at Him feeling my deep love for Him, and feeling His deep love for me … it had been a good morning …

I drove home knowing that had I rushed home instead of going to Bunnings for a padlock; had I not stopped for a cuppa I didn’t have time to stop for … I would have missed R, for she was not on the cashier when I was originally heading out … and P would have missed it to know to watch out for her …

I knew that had I not listened to God but listened to my own logic to collect the plumber’s piping that I needed to return that I may have been side tracked with workmen or other matters at home and I potentially would not have got up to Bunnings at all …

I knew that had I not stopped and listened to the fleeting idea; had I not recognised the fleeting idea as God’s idea, and not my own; had I not checked what God wanted me to do with my time that morning; had I not put my agenda on hold for God’s agenda … I would have definitely missed it … I would have missed seeing a friend, being blessed with a chat and a tea and I would have certainly missed being positioned to release God’s love into someone’s life …

Instead, I am so glad that I did listen, and through practice over time I have learnt to stop and check with God when such inconvenient or strange ideas pops into my head from seemingly nowhere … that sometimes those crazy ideas are not so crazy … but God ideas and that He is inviting us to co-labour with Him to work in the family business …

I have missed it so often … but through missing it and letting Holy Spirit speak to me in loving kindness, to teach and train me, I now miss less than I once did.  I had nothing to lose to follow the prompting I felt … and if I got it wrong, I knew my obedience would still please Him … My audience of One …  even if I was wrong I would have got the padlock that I needed.  So often He has us stop for the one as we go about our business … and because of this willingness to stop and to contemplate an idea that made no sense according to my agenda, I was given the privilege to pray for someone and to co-labour with the Creator of the Universe , and in so following God’s agenda rather than my own R now knows that God cares, God loves her and God is real … she had a real encounter to hold onto, she surely experienced a loving Father and this will show her that …

God is Good!

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