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The deaf shall hear … The lame shall walk because God is Good!

In my last post I mentioned two people that I had prayed for, two people who were deaf, and that both of them had a close relative with them that had the same name as me.

The second story of stopping for the one is a story I have not yet posted.  It is an encounter that amazed me, much like the most recent post of praying at the Aladdin show in California Adventure Park … and so I will tell what happened.

A week prior to us leaving for the States my son had a follow up appointment with an eye specialist as a result of being in hospital last year. We had waited six months for this appointment, and although I was really ill, and we had received some sad news of the death of my husbands grandmother that morning, I took my son across town to the Melbourne Royal Children’s Hospital for this appointment, not wanting to be rescheduled for another six months time.

We arrived at the newly opened hospital and in the foyer a huge two story fish tank presented itself … full of small sharks, and an array of other fish. It was amazing and immediately drew my son.

We stopped, having walked through the cold and the rain, and I let him gaze at the fish as I shook out my umbrella and pealed open the appointment letter, damp from our walk. I stood looking at the directions as a young child came  up to me and pressed himself into my leg. I looked down and saw the cochlear implants and the mother quickly pulled him away apologising for the physical intrusion. I said”no worries” … it really had not bothered me, and I called to my son to come along, feeling a twinge as I walked away that perhaps I should have offered to pray, but noting that this visit was about my boy, and I sensed that leaving that one would be ok … even so I quietly said to God, “bring him back across my path if you want me to stop and pray for him” and I hurried on …

We completed our visit and as we prepared to leave I stopped to allow my son have an ice cream, a pause in a frantic and trying day, and then promised him we would stop and look at the fish in the tank again.

As we were doing so I was trying to get a good photo of him with a very big fish behind him and as I did a little boy with cochlear implants came towards us. I looked and instantly recognised the young boy… it was the same child that had bumped into me before our appointment and I knew that I was to offer pray.

I turned and located the mother.  I made some small talk, asking about the implants and I found out she was a mum of four children … I explained I was a Chistian, that I had seen them earlier, and that I had said to God if I bumped into them again I would offer to pray for her son and I asked her if I could pray.

She agreed and I introduced myself.  She took a step back and said “I’m called B too! Are you just B?” querying whether it was a shortened version of another name. I said no it was my full name. She said “that’s too weird” and we both agreed it was obviously meant to be.

I then explained that this was not the first set up like this … that the other deaf person I had offered to pray for had a sister called B … we both laughed and I could sense God’s hand in the situation … giving me faith and trust in the outcome.

She agreed it was weird and then called her son over for me to pray for him. I did, laying hands on his ears and commanding the ears to open.

When finished she then said the hearing issue was not so bad but that he had also been diagnosed with cerebral palsy, and that the symptoms of that made life really difficult.  I empathised and gently  told her a few testimonies of people who had seen cerebral palsy healed through prayer.  I gave her my details, my church details and my blog details so she could read the testimonies herself and I offered to pray again.  She readily agreed.

Again I laid hands on her little boy and released healing. Trusting the prophecies over myself and over our church that “the blind would see the deaf would hear and that conditions such as cerebral palsy” would be healed. I asked God to do again what he had done for my friend’s son and what he had done for another young girl who had visited our church … and I commanded his body to come into alignment with the will of God … “on earth as it us in Heaven” (Matthew 6:10)  …. no cerebral palsy in Heaven, so it does not belong here on earth!

I finished up and thanked her for letting me pray. I encouraged her to thank God for any improvement, to come either to church for more prayer or to meet the people whose son had been healed of cerebral palsy and to let me know how she gets on.

I hope she contacts us for more prayer … She is the mum of four children so I know it will tough to do so … but I also know it will be worth it.

I left the Royal Children’s knowing I had been set up, and again trusting in a good God, knowing that it was His will for me to pray and for that young boy to be healed …

The coincidence was too strong … Thankfully it was not lost on the mother, and it was certainly not lost on me … I know the deaf will hear … if I will just keep on stepping out and praying … and I know the sick shall be healed …

God leaves little footprints, coincidences, like a child’s Easter egg hunt, a trail of encouragement, to let us know we are on the right path … we just need to stop, listen and look … and if we do we will find the treasures He has laud out for us … and as we do we most certainly will see that …

God is Good!

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Aladdin and prayers of healing

We were in the audience waiting for the start of the Aladdin show at California Adventure Park.  I was sitting next to a Californian woman who turned out to be a Kindy teacher (Prep for Aussies). She shared with me that she was battling skin cancer, due to the fact that she was so fair and had spent so much of her youth uncovered out in the sunshine.

As we waited we chatted about general issues … schooling, kids, Disneyland, and that Australia had a very high rate of skin cancer.

As I spoke I sensed I was to offer to pray, and as the show began I had settled the matter in my own heart that I would offer, and that God would open the way at the conclusion of the show.

The show was amazing … we all enjoyed it immensely and as people stood to leave I turned and explained that I was a Christian. She quickly responded that she was too. I said  “Great… that’s great! I was wondering if I could pray for you, for healing of the cancer. ”

She agreed and I asked her what her name was … she told me and I knew that this was definitely a set up, for she had the same name as mine!

I laughed and said tha God was on this and I told her about the two deaf people I had prayed for recently, and how one had a sister with my name, and the other had a mother with my exact name … I don’t know if she got the connection, but really it did not matter since I had! …. I knew that I had been set up by God to pray …

I placed my hand on her arm and asked the Holy Spirit to come. As the anointing settled I released healing and commanded the spirit of cancer to leave, I released a spirit of forgiveness and prayed for her body to be “on earth as it is in Heaven” (Matthew 6:10) …

I felt that was enough and so I quietly thanked her for allowing me to pray, I took the hand of my excited little five year old boy and walked out of the theatre … on towards more rides … more giggles … more fun with my family.

Where ever we may be God is with us … and we all have the privilege to stop for the one and pray.

What happens to this sweet Kindy teacher I may not know in this life … but I know I was to pray … the coincidence was too clear to ignore and so, as I wandered out with my family I felt a quiet, deep sense of confidence that the prayer was effective … for “powerful and effective are the prayers of a righteous person” (James 5:16) … and because …

God is Good!

Crossing my chicken line…”the lame shall walk” because…God is Good!

In my last post I mentioned that we had headed off on a walk on our first day in a local sea-side town.  My husband had just stepped out and crossed his “chicken line” and I had the sense that I was to keep a look out too …

We wandered up the beach and across a rope swing bridge, over the town river, and as we wandered up the walkway I saw a figure fishing from the vantage point of a wheel chair …

As I walked I knew that he was for me to stop and offer to pray … wheel chairs tend to be my current “chicken line”, even though I have witnessed people “getting out of them”.

I watched as my husband and son, who were a little further ahead, walked straight past and, as I walked hand in hand with my eight year old daughter, I readied myself to offer to pray.

We came along side of the man and I opened up the “encounter” with a comment about fishing … as with all fishermen, they are always up for a chat about the fish … whether they were biting or not … easy opener …

He reported his catch to us and I casually asked him about the chair and asked how he had ended up in one. He said a car crash 22 years ago, and once he explained I offered to pray for him to be healed, recounting the story of the healing of the girl in the wheel chair I had met, explaining how seemingly nothing happened straight away but, over the days to follow the prayer, the girl had been completely healed.

He agreed to the prayer.  My daughter stood by my side, I gave my name and he told me his name was Michael.

He gave me permission to place my hand on his upper spine and I prayed … I then asked him whether he felt anything … He did not, but I explained that God was at work anyway, that people do not always feel anything and they are healed regardless and I rested in the fact that I could feel the anointing, God had asked me to stop, and I trusted it was God’s will that he be healed.

I prayed some more and he then mentioned his left leg and the numbness so I got permission to place my hand on his knee and I commanded feeling to return … for atrophy to leave, for strength to come … and declared his body to be “on earth as it is in Heaven” (Matthew 6:10)… praying as Jesus taught us to pray.

I then thanked him for his time, gave him a number to call and report any change and encouraged him to thank God for every little bit of healing, every little bit of improvement he noticed, explaining that often the healing comes as a seed and as we water it with thanks and praise it will grow …

He promised me he would call with any improvement and I felt God prompt me to give him a kiss on the cheek. Now, I do not often kiss strange men on the cheek, or even give out my mobile (translate “cell”) phone number to men I do not know … to women, when prompted …yes … no problem … to men … no … but in this instance I felt to obey, sensing that it would show an acceptance and a love to this elderly man who in some way he needed and so, again, I asked for permission, this time to kiss him on the cheek …

I leant down, gave him a kiss and I wished this man, I wished Michael, well … wandering on to our destination of scones, jam and cream in the autumn sunshine…

What happens next to Michael I do not know. I just knew, I sensed that, I was to stop and pray … to cross my “chicken line”, again, as my husband had done before me… and to then rest in the knowledge that since the stopping was God’s idea, and God’s ideas are always good, that absolute good would come from stopping and offering to pray for this man, for Michael, because …

God is Good!

Post script: the “chicken line” is a phrase coined by Kevin Dedmon that describes the act of stepping out into a place of risk by offering God’s love, in whatever form that may take, to others around us …

I believe the “chicken line” is different for us all … but we are all called to cross over into that place, because in that place is where we experience risk which is faith in action (see Kevin Dedmon and Chad Dedmon’s book entitled the Risk factor: Crossing the chicken line into your supernatural destiny (2011 Destiny Image Publishers).

For some fun check out our church website and find the You tube videos of people at our church stepping over their chicken line …

Give it a go … its fun and God really does turn up because … well you know … God is Good! J

This one was for him because…God is Good!

We are having our floors resurfaced in our main living area of our home, after many years of life’s wear and tear. This necessitated moving all furniture and family out of the area for a week – effectively requiring us to find somewhere else to stay … and so we took the opportunity and headed down Great Ocean Road along our rugged, and very beautiful, Victorian coast line.

We left a day late, life being what it has been recently … too frantic, too busy, too stressful, and we arrived midday Saturday.  On our arrival we hurriedly got ready for our inaugural wander on the beach, with plans to stop and have a Devonshire tea (well scones) at the conclusion of our beach walk …

As we went down the stairs I saw a man and his wife waiting for the lift on the ground floor.  He was not quite elderly, but he had a walking stick and so I called out to my five-year-old to not hit the lift button since someone downstairs needed it more than him … he loves going up and down the lift even though it is quicker to take the stairs.  I walked on through the foyer smiling at the couple and gathering together my children, not noticing anything else in particular …

My husband had mentioned that we had forgotten something and so I said we would wait on the beach for him as he went back to the apartment …

We waited … and my husband seemed to take an extra amount of time …

Eventually, he ran onto the beach and said he had stopped to pray for someone … I laughed knowingly and said “it was the guy with the walking stick wasn’t it?”

He said “yes” and went on to explain that he had noticed him and immediately felt God’s prompting to pray for him.  Trying to ignore it he came down the stairs, realised he had forgotten something, went back into the apartment and as he walked back out of the apartment he walked straight into the guy and his wife who had got out at the wrong floor … or so they thought … my husband knew better … it was a God appointment for him!

As he told the story I said I had seen the guy but had thought nothing of it except that he needed the lift more than my son … in comparison, my husband had seen him and knew that he was meant to pray from him, and even in trying to ignore the prompting, God had set the encounter up in a way that was unavoidable and so to not stop would have been blatant disobedience …

And so, my husband obeyed, stopped and offered to pray … knowing that this one was definitely for him

The couple happily agreed to the prayer and my husband prayed what he felt God was prompting him to pray … that he would have lightness in his step and that their time would be filled with unexpected favour …

We are all being called … more and more … it is not just the ones and twos that are called to release Heaven on earth … but all of us who believe … for Jesus told us how to pray … “on earth as it is in Heaven” (Matthew 6:10)…it’s not hard … but it is challenging …

There is a surge, a ground force, a wave arriving and hitting the Body of Christ … people are choosing to display God’s love in tangible ways … they are taking “risk” … which is walking in faith (thank you Bill Johnson) … and choosing to offer God’s goodness, His kindness, His blessings to the world at large … and, as the Body of Christ rises up to be all we are called to be, God’s goodness will be displayed and atmospheres will be changed with His glory, with His goodness … and I believe that even if nothing seems to happen at the time they have at least, as Heidi Baker puts it, had a “love encounter” … they will know that God loves them enough to send someone to them to stop, go out of their way and offer to pray …

The results are God’s … our place is to listen, stop and offer … their choice to accept or not …

A swing and a hit or a swing and a supposed miss makes no difference … every attempt matters, every attempt is a success …  just to swing, just to listen stop and obey God’s prompting will affect the atmosphere, will affect the nation … just as a bat that swings and misses causes shifts in the air around it … so too our obedience in stopping for the one … just stopping and offering makes the difference …

As we offer, seeds are scattered …  the rest is up to a loving God … and the results, no matter what we think … are always good if we are acting out of obedience because we serve a good God … a kind God … a loving God … we may never know the outcome of our obedience or the outcome of our display of love and compassion, but we can always be sure that through obedience we change destinies, we change people, we change nations because …

God is always Good!

Healing in the autumn sunshine…God is Good!

It was a marvellous autumn day with the sun beating down as I collected my little boy from kindy.  We decided to sit outside at a local coffee shop and have a Devonshire tea (scones with jam and cream and tea … but, in my son’s case … a milk shake).  We sat at a table in the sunshine and thoroughly enjoyed our time together, as I tucked into a healthy sandwich and my little boy munched on scones with jam and cream, with a milk shake to boot, wearing his kindy made bunny ears all the while …

As we were finishing up, a family came past us, with a young teenage girl in a wheelchair.  I looked at the girl and smiled, and she looked back, and I knew that I needed to offer to pray.

I paid for our meal and walked back to our table as the young girl’s mum walked past and stopped her and explained that I was a Christian and that there had been healings of people in our church of all sorts of condition and could I pray for her daughter.  As I spoke I looked at her daughter, speaking loudly enough for the girl and her father to hear me as well.

The mum said to ask her daughter but that she had no objections, and so I knelt by the girl and spoke to her about it and she happily agreed.

It turned out that she had cerebral palsy and so I repeated the testimony of my friends, whose son had been completely healed of cerebral palsy, and then I told the Christmas story of the young baby girl being healed of cerebral palsy and she happily allowed me to pray.

I asked to place my hand on her at the top of her back and held her hand and I told her she may feel something and to let me know.  I asked the Holy Spirit to come and I silently reminded myself that I did not have to be a super hero or anything else but a conduit of God’s love for God to heal her and as He came and rested upon her in a tangible way I rebuked the sickness from her body and commanded her body to come into line with God’s intention, decreeing and declaring it to be “on earth as it is in heaven” (Matthew 6:10) …

The girl felt some warmth, tingles in her spine, and I continued praying until I felt it was enough … until I sensed Holy Spirit say “its done” and I thanked her explaining that the healing may occur over time as it did in A’s story (see link here for the start of the story and here and here for the praise reports), and I quickly gave the testimony of the girl with the broken legs being healed over a day or two and walking free of a wheel chair and braces within days.  I suggested she thank God for each aspect of healing as it came.

They asked me what church I went to, so I told them and explained where it was and that if they wanted more prayer to call the church or come … that they would find the details on the web through a Google search of “StairwayChurch” …

I left in the sunshine with my little boy by my side … trusting that they had been left having been touched by God … and as I walked away I sensed in the sunshine, in the joy of the moment, that another family would taste and see that …

God is Good!

It was no “coincidence” and the results are His because…God is Good!

We had an unexpected hour or two alone after church one day and so my husband and I decided to head down to a local bay side restaurant and have lunch.

We got a window side table and enjoyed the sun drenched views of the water and beach and we ordered our lunch, and waited for our meals to arrive.  As we did, I went to the “ladies”, aware of being on the look out for any people to pray for after having heard Kevin Dedmon preach the week before at church (see podcast for 19/02/2012).

On my way back to my table I saw a young mum with a baby looking, with her husband, for somewhere for to change their child’s nappy.  They were obviously first time parents.  I saw them heading towards the bathroom and stopped them saying … “there’s no change table in there and you can’t do it on the floor in there, just wait a minute …” and I went to the concierge at the front desk and asked permission for them to change their young child on the couch, away from where everyone was sitting.  They got the nod, and I went to sit down, noting as I did that there was a woman at a large table of people with a tell-tale scarf around her head …

We enjoyed our lunch and as my husband took care of the bill I noted that the girl with the baby had sat with the woman with the scarf, and I said to my husband … “I have an assignment over there, I will go and do that while you take care of the bill …” and without thinking too much I walked over to the large group of people.

I approached the table and leant down to the woman with the scarf and quietly said …

“excuse me.  I am sorry for interrupting your lunch.  I am a Christian and I can see that you have been battling with a serious illness and I wanted to know if I could pray for you …”

I went on to say that people in our church had been seeing people healed of all sorts of conditions …

She immediately agreed and said that she had been battling breast cancer.  I said that it did not surprise me that it was beast cancer, and I explained that I often seemed to be prompted by God to offer to pray for women with breast cancer …

I asked her name as I took her hand and she said my name is “B”, to which I smiled at the “coincidence” and said “… oh, you have the same name as my mother-in-law …” She nodded and then said and this is my daughter “B” to which I took a retake because it was my name too … the exact version of my name … it was not a shorted version of anything it was exactly my name  … and the “daughter was the girl with the baby I had helped before …

I explained the coincidence saying “that’s my name too!” … I was surprised and delighted, knowing that this was clearly an assignment from God …

I turned back to the woman and held her hand and felt the anointing of the Holy Spirit come.  I commanded the cancer to leave and released “healing” and “health” into her body … declaring that there is no cancer in heaven and so therefore it did not belong in her body and I prayed as Jesus taught us to pray in Matthew 6:10, for it to be “on earth as it is in heaven” … for her body to be made whole and healthy, and for all side effects of treatment to cease.

When I finished I thanked her for allowing me to interrupt their lunch and for allowing me to pray … I wished her well, gave her a kiss and we went on our way …

As my husband and I walked to our car through the heat of the day, I mentioned the strange “coincidence” of the woman having his mum’s name and her daughter having my name and how it was the same girl I had helped earlier …

I said “well I trust that something happens for her … it was so clearly a God assignment … I will never know though” and I felt a little despondent knowing that I may never know the outcome, having stepped out through the discomfort of interrupting a large group of people and having knelt and prayed for this woman before a table full of strangers …

My husband responded saying “well you were obedient” and he then said laughing “I believe that what you did will cause that whole table to buzz and will cause a discussion to erupt in that family, a discussion that I believe will stir things up and they will have to address some issues about God” …

I agreed, and shrugged my shoulders, and said … well, the results are none of my business, what was my business was to stop and offer to pray … and leave the rest up to God … and I smiled as we climbed into our car knowing that whatever the outcome it was not a waste of time because God so clearly had wanted me to stop and knowing full well that …

God is Good!

Celebrating and sharing the Goodness of God the world over…God is Good!

For the earth will be filled with the knowledge of the glory of the LORD, as the waters cover the sea.

(Habakkuk 2:14 NIV)

I love celebrating God’s goodness.  I love hearing about the breakthroughs, the healings, the goodness, the miracles … it encourages me to keep going, to keep stepping out and offer the Kingdom of Heaven to others – to believe the promises in the Bible for me, my family, my community, my country …

I love learning from another Believer’s journey … because in every story there is something to glean, to learn, to consider … just as in the parables, there is always a hidden gem …

I love celebrating with people on breakthroughs.  I love hearing the prophetic words over people – it is a glimpse into who they have been created to be by God … and in knowing that I can then encourage them to step into that identity, into that call, and I can adjust my “lens” to see them more in the way God sees them …

There is a woman on the other side of the globe, who celebrates God’s goodness too.  In the natural she is a stranger to me; even so, she is a sister in Christ, who loves Jesus with a passion … and so there is a connection …

I found her when I found a story of her son’s healing, by mere “chance” after posting one of my blogs.  The story was of her husband stepping out and praying for her son in a busy airport.  In it she honestly reflected her embarrassment as her husband prayed in public, and she shares her surprise and delight at her son’s immediate healing …

She celebrates the little things, the kisses from God, like gifts of candles from friends, recognising God’s hands in the gift because they were just the right fragrances …

She celebrates her children’s prayers being answered

And she celebrates when her family is freed of debt  in miraculous ways …

And, after reading about one of my stories where I stopped and prayed for someone in the hospital recently, she took the time to encourage me, a stranger from the other side of the world, and sent me a similar story … of how a stranger stopped and prayed for her son in emergency.  She was a brand new Christian at the time … it was a gentleman, who prayed, after which her son “mysteriously” got better – very quickly … click here – it is worth a read

What stories are you keeping to yourself?  Whose stories are you grabbing a hold of and asking God to “do again”? He is no respecter of persons, so if He has done it for one of us, He will do it for another …

I believe that we here in Australia need to get over the “tall poppy”syndrome, and yes I know it is dying, but we all need to get on with telling our stories about a Good God … and in doing so the earth will be filled with the knowledge of His Glory … We will encourage each other to live as Christians … as mini Christs … because we are all empowered to do so. 

Why not step out and tell some stories, encourage some others, tell some non-Christians of His goodness, tell other Christians of His Goodness … just talk about Him and who He truly is … how He protects, loves, delivers and heals … in this life … He wants it “on Earth as it is in Heaven” … (Matt 6:10).

And, we should be telling the stories and celebrating all that He does for His family, for His kids, because …

God is Good!

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