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Hey, you…God is Good!

Anyone that knows me personally knows that my family and I, have been going through a massive transition.  Mostly wonderful, lots of stretching, some challenging … some shaking … but all for good!

In transition it can be difficult (more so for some than others) to not feel completely overwhelmed, especially when the change is sudden and swift.

Looking back, you can see God’s handprint all over it.  Fortunately I had listened to seemingly odd instructions like “don’t pick that one up … let go of that commitment … tell them you are not available (although in the natural you are) … only pick that one up until the end of the year …” My husband has had similar experiences and seasons are now ending for him too … we can see God’s hand print all over it … and although the panic may arise we declare with our mouths that God has it in hand, that He orchestrated all this and He will make a way forward …

None of it’s been bad … in fact it is as a result of walking in God’s favour that such a shift is taking place … you can see His favour all over it … and we know His purposes are in it … yet such changes can be unsettling to say the least …

Last year was also a very tough year for many reasons … and so we came to the end of 2013 looking for some quiet, some peace … we didn’t get it, but break through came … all over the place … starting in late January!

It is in these seasons we can get overwhelmed with the transition, with the shaking, with the chaos, and forget to see His hand in our every day life …

Well … if you look and hold onto His goodness you will find it …

When I was at my lowest about a week and a half ago, I sat on the couch, and was willing myself to get moving, reminding myself that it would all settle.  As I got up and going there was a knock at the door and there standing in my doorway was an angel … a friend who has had such a massive and challenging journey herself in the last three years … She said:

“I just felt I had to come”,

and in her hands were roses and chocolates.

I teared up … knowing she was letting me know I was loved by her and God was letting me know that I was loved by Him … He had sent her, she had heard His prompting, and she responded … the timing was supernatural!

She came in.  We had a tea, we had a chat, and she left … me not just knowing intellectually that God is Good, God is Love but experiencing His goodness … His Love …

A week later, I get a call from the same girl …

“I have made dinner for you and it’s on your doorstep” …

Now please know, her child has been severely ill.  Is hospitalized regularly, and had just undergone surgery … yet she was responding to a God urge to bless me whose entire family is walking in favour and breakthrough.  She regularly celebrates our joy, our break through and our success as if it were her own, knowing that her family’s is coming, she genuinely feeds on the goodness of God in her own life and in other’s lives, knowing that the ultimate breakthrough in healing for daughter is on it’s way …

And the kisses kept coming …

Two friends prophesy at a conference … I bump into loved friends, all of who are a delight to see, and, most recently, a card arrives in the post, from another friend who I have known since I was four, completely out of my church circle, and outside of my local community circle … she said later she knew she had to do what she did … and the card said:

Hey, you.

Yep, you.

The one feeling a little weary.

Carrying that load.

Fighting this battle.

You’re beautiful, you know that?

It’s true.

And you can do this with Him.

With His power.

I know it.

I feel it.

Keep going, girl.

You feel like your strength is small.

But it’s not.

It’s BIG.

World-changing big.

Life-altering big.

Make-it-over-that-mountain big.

BIG enough for you to do what you need to do.

Because your strength is as big as the God in you.

Copyright: Holley Gerth 2011

This one did me in and it made me get very teary.  I read it a lot at the moment.

God knew what I was walking in, and He had told a friend to be His hands, His heart to me … she had taken time shop and to write and to send … she had taken the time to listen to her Father in Heaven and to co-labour with Him … and in her doing so she encouraged a friend unknowingly at a crucial time of challenge and stretch …

I don’t believe He has done all this for me because I go out and do stuff for Him, I believe that He does this for me because I am His most Beloved Daughter … His Beloved Son …

I believe He does this purely and simple because …

God is Good!

The Fragrance of Heaven … God is Good!

I was driving back from dropping my son at school.  I often take the route past my daughter’s school, and as I do I pray for the school, the teachers, those in authority, the children, the school community at large … I did so this morning, sensing to drive past and pray, to bless the staff, and as I drove there was one staff member in particular that came to mind …

As I drove closer, I felt Him, I felt his Joy Indescribable, and I had a flash back to earlier this morning of the same staff member hugging a student.  I knew I was to stop on my way, run in and give this person a hug, a big hug, and tell her she was loved, that she was doing a great job.  I had seen her, at drop off, bending down to one of the little ones coming into school, and giving them a cuddle.  At the time I had smiled to myself thinking of the love she was giving out.  I now knew I was to do the same for her, and in fact, as I write, I now recognise that I had felt the desire to run across the road and hug her earlier that morning … perhaps I had missed His first prompt!

I pulled over in the glorious autumn sunshine, ran in, saw another staff member and called out over my shoulder that I just had to give a particular staff member a hug.  I saw the person and said  …

“I need to give you a hug!”

She stood straight up, stepped over her papers, and with her arms open wide she let me hug her.  I said as we hugged:

“You are well loved!  You are doing a great job! I saw you hugging the girls this morning, loving on them, and now God wants me to give YOU a hug!”

We stood and hugged for ages.  Now I must say that hugging is not my “thing” … touch is not my “love language” but when God tells me to hug, I hug, and I know that if I do I get a Love hug too because the love I feel as He pours Himself through, over and around me is amazing … I get touched and saturated in Him as well!  Now, I must say, I loved this hug!  I genuinely love this person.  I feel safe around her, and the joy and love I feel for her is not just Heaven sent, it is genuinely me as well … and so it was His love and joy for her, but mine as well … and so the hug was equally a blessing to me as it was to her!

She stood back, covered in goose bumps and said “oooo that was good, you’re a good hugger … I felt that … look I’m covered in goose bumps”.

I smiled and said “He just wanted you to know you were loved and your doing a great job” and I went to leave saying “have a great day!”

I went to walk past the first staff member I had seen, calling out my cheerio full of the Joy Indescribable that is Him and I felt the overwhelming desire to hug her as well, and so I offered a hug to which she replied:

“I’m always up for a hug”

And she ran over and threw her arms around me and as we hugged she said:

“Oh, you ARE a good hugger!”

I gave her a kiss on the cheek as I hugged her and the other staff member called out:

“It’s a good hug … I’ve got goose bumps all over me … up and down my legs …”

I called out grinning that I loved it too … that like a hose, when you turn it on and let water pour through, you get wet too, the hose gets wet with water too … that as I release Him, I get the His love too … and it’s GOOD … it’s SOOOO GOOD!

I ran out the door into the sunshine feeling Him flowing all around, and through me.  As I drove homewards I realised I could smell their perfume on my coat.  I smiled realising that I too had left a deposit of perfume on them … the Fragrance of Heaven, the Fragrance of Love, and that, like me with their perfume, they would carry His fragrance throughout the day … and in turn they would affect others … it was His fragrance of love, it is so infectious, and they had been imbued with it … as had I … as we had all stood and cuddled each other.

One of them had called, as I ran out the door “I needed that” and I can honestly say that “I needed it too!”

If  we are willing to release His Goodness in whatever form or shape it takes, we are doubly blessed by Him … in fact, I believe, we are more blessed than those who receive!  When we are willing to stop on our way and release His Goodness, His Kindness, in His way … we get wet, we get saturated by Him too … in fact, I think that these words describe it to a tee … and those words are … pure and simple …

God IS Good!

Sleeping in the storm … God is Good!

Last Thursday I was free for the first time this year to walk up to my daughter’s school to collect her … 6-year-old M had a play date straight after school and there were no after school activities to rush to …

This particular day had been a typical Melbourne Spring day … sunshine in the morning, proceeded with rain patches … rain patches … and then rain … no patch … just rain … rain … and so by about 2pm I prayed and said:

God, I would like to collect R from school, and I would like to walk up to get her … so we can walk home quietly and talk to one another

After my request/prayer, I then spoke to the weather and said: “in the name of Jesus you will stop raining at 3pm …” and I quietly agreed with myself that I would walk up if the rain had stopped by three … in faith that the rain had stopped …

I thought nothing more, until 3pm came around, the skies were cloudy, but clear and lighter … and so I gathered my rain coat and umbrella (“oh, yea of little faith” you may say … I would say “wisdom” :-)) and I joyfully made my way up to my daughters school, entering the grounds a different way to normal, just sensing God’s gentle guidance about the way I should go, the pathway to take …

I was really really early and pondered what to do.  I thought about a few a options and felt God say “just sit down” and so I decided to sit outside her classroom and enjoy the moment of solitude … trying not to feel like a goose being so early …

Not much time had passed when one of the teachers walked out of the class room and said “Hello” …

She was all smiles and said “I was thinking about you a couple of days ago …”

Now, she is another I have prayed for … a few times.

The first time was with the school chaplain in a prayer meeting … where we prayed for staff …

The second time was with her, when God basically said to say “Can I pray for you, it’s your turn … you have not been overlooked …” to which she had responded with tears “oh yes, I have so wanted you to pray for me, I’ve been waiting for you to pray for me …” …

At the time I had seen Heaven’s delight at her being born and I told her the details of what I saw, the celebration in Heaven, the joy and delight of the angels and I confirmed that God had His sights set on her …”

She cried …

I asked if I could hug her …

She threw herself into my arms saying passionately “YES”!

The encounter was quite dramatic for her … she was hungry for a touch from God …

I have prayed one other time for her that I can think of … and suggested that she may like to join us some time at our home, where we help people to learn about and access God for themselves … she said she would like that …

Anyway …. I digress …

This particular afternoon last week she walked over to me and I felt to see if she needed a hug …

She did, so I hugged her and asked if she were ok …

I then prayed for her as I held her (she’s only little) and released “peace”.  I then felt to say that she would learn how to sleep in the storm, that if she could sleep in a storm, then she truly knew that she had peace … and I started to tell her the story of Jesus asleep in the storm (see Matt 8:24 and Mark 4:37) … and I said I felt that this story was just for her … that God wanted to be her Peace … that when we can rest in the storm, then we know we truly have “Peace” …

She gasped and said … that is exactly the scripture that Rev P gave me when I spoke to her, referring to the Book of Matthew …

I laughed, and said “that is soooo funny, and soooo God …”

I explained that He loved her and that the Bible says that through 2 or 3 witnesses He will confirm a thing (2 Corinthians 13:1) … and that here He was confirming that this was her scripture … one she could read, learn, ponder upon and ask Him, what she needed to draw out of it … I encouraged her to sit and ask God questions about the scripture and to journal what she “heard” … “felt” Him say to her …

Now, she’s not yet a Christian … I think … but I cannot really know … but here was God giving her a scripture for this season of her life, through the school chaplain and myself, independently, giving her confirmation of who He wanted to be for her, and in doing so showing her how much He loved her, had her in His sights, while teaching her, drawing her to His word … teaching her to incline her ear to Him …

She was shocked and amazed and jumped up and down excitedly saying over and over how amazing it was … and to be honest, while this sort of thing has happened over and over to me, I’m still like a kid in a candy shop … I still delight and am amazed and I am still in awe when it happens like this … I said, laughing … “I know I get a real shock every time He does this too … ”

She got a little teary and I said to her that if she ever felt the need she could call, that I was happy to give her my number (since protocol dictated that she should not get it off the school data base) to which she said she would do so and would want to get in contact when the school year had finished … protocol again …

I nodded at the wisdom in that, in that, while she is not my daughters teacher, she is still close at hand and the year needed to be complete …

Still excited at what God had just done for her she jumped around (she is like a fun, joy filled fire cracker … the angels really did rejoice over her when she was born … she is a delight) and she bounded back into class saying …

“I know why you were here early”  (I had told her I had got here early and felt like a goose) … “you were were here early FOR ME!  You were here early FOR! ME!” and she laughed and bounded and bounced full of delight and joy all the way back into her room …

I think that she was right.  I was there early for her … and through this encounter and other encounters (through me and who ever else God brings to her, like Rev P) she is catching the fact that God loves her … she is clearly learning … she clearly knows that … God loves HER and that

God is Good!

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!

Giving chocolate cake kisses in the midst of crisis …

Are you willing to look around you, regardless of your personal circumstances, and love another human being on purpose?

Today I was the recipient of a chocolate cake kiss.  No … not a mucky, wet chocolate cake kiss from my children, but a chocolate cake kiss from a friend, a beautiful friend who intentionally loved me regardless of being in the midst of a time of grief and sadness.

A few weeks back a friend who has a daughter at my son’s kindy received the news that both her parents had died in a car crash.  I was privileged to be available to support her and her family with some practical things … and … I was permitted to pray and release God’s love and peace more than once …

This girl is a beautiful person, kind, caring, honest, compassionate … and, in midst of her time of great grief she saw me, struggling with a nasty cold, a mess in my home from having an entire ceiling replaced in one of our rooms and fumes left by the recent painters having cleaned up the mess left by the plasterers …

She saw me, regardless of her sadness, and went back home after kindy drop off and made me a chocolate cake with her 2-year-old-son.  And so, when I dropped her delightful little girl off after kindy time she presented me with a chocolate cake gift … a chocolate cake kiss of love … for me and my family …

My friend cooked us a cake of love, a chocolate cake in the shape of a love heart with the words “with love xxx” inscribed on it …

It challenged me … and so I now challenge you

Are we, as Christ’s representatives on Earth, willing to love another, on purpose, regardless of what is happening in our own worlds …?

I have been the recipient of a kiss from God from a girl who is kind, caring and loving regardless of what is going on in her world … she has set a standard … and I believe it is one we should all aspire to … to look beyond ourselves to the one before you and see them in their need … and offer … and act for “love” is a verb, an action word after all!

And so … will you follow her lead and be a kiss of kindness in your sphere of influence?

I believe we must, and in doing so be the hands and feet of God in a hurting world … and as we do the world will see that …

God is Good!

“Pain leave now…” a flippant prayer answered instantly because…God is Good!

The last few weeks have been frantic … and the entire family have been stretched to accommodate more … hence, I love dinner times, especially  when they are quietly enjoyed by us, as a time to chat, laugh, bond and generally stop for a moment near the closure of a day …

Tonight, we were having dinner after another very busy day.  We were enjoying each other’s company around the dinner table .. telling each other what the day had held – there have been many, many triumphs and we were discussing these, when my daughter got off her father’s lap from a cuddle, went to sit on her chair, and as she did she started complaining of a really sore foot …

To be honest … I was irritated! 

I was not feeling really sympathetic, I wanted to feel sympathetic, but really I was feeling I just wanted an uninterrupted dinner and so I felt mildly irritated at the complaint … I did not want to have to deal with another “issue” …

I sat down at the table, put my hand on her arm and said somewhat ungraciously …

“Pain leave now … in Jesus Name” …

To my surprise and delight … my daughter instantly smiled and said:

“Mummy … as soon as you touched my arm and said “pain leave now” the pain left” …

I said “oh … that’s good” feeling somewhat guilty for being irritated and a bit shocked since I felt nothing as I did it.  in fact it was a rather flippant prayer … more out of irritation than anything.  I had felt I had to do something and so pray I did … without much expectation at all … and the pain had instantly gone!

At bedtime I was tucking her in and started to pray with her.  She lay there in the soft light and said “Jesus really is amazing you know … “

She then went on to recount all the amazing things He was doing in her life … and went over many of the amazing things He had done in her life …

I sat and listened in awe and said “yes, He truly is amazing”

She then said to me “He really does love me you know …” and I agreed … and, as I sat and listened, I thought to myself …

God is Good!

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