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Prayer, peace and plugging in … God is Good!

A friend received some shocking news recently.  Her ex husband, who had been imprisoned for some serious crimes against her, was released without her knowledge a year or 2 before he was due to be released.  The history was nasty and not something I will cover here, suffice to say, when she received the news she went into serious shock at the news.

This girl became a friend through an activity that our children shared a few years ago.  She had been a person I had felt to stop and pray for about 3 years ago, as I went about my day.  God had shown up powerfully for her in the foyer of this place, and after the encounter with a loving God she sought me out and asked if she could come to my home to be prayed for again.  I agreed, and so a pattern was established that she would seek me out for prayer, especially when she was struggling.  She got a taste of a good God, and she wanted more …

Over the years we have prayed about her work, her children, her future, her fears and her hopes.  Healing has come for her, and she has seen God come through for her and her girls time and again … maybe not in her timing … but always His timing has been … perfect!

Each time we prayed God has encouraged her, loved her and wooed her closer.  She would visit my home for about an hour, and she would leave at peace and empowered with a “now word” from God to give her a future and a hope, all the while I encouraged her to read particular scriptures, to seek God’s face for herself, knowing that she also had direct access, that I was not the answer, just merely a messenger, a teacher and a sign post to Him.

By her second or third visit she gave her heart to Jesus and she had started to seek His face for herself in her life.  Our paths continued to cross, but with less regularity, yet she would continue to seek out prayer when she was struggling.  A text would come, I would make time and she would visit.  I knew some, but not all of her back story, so it was with sadness that I received her text recently telling me of her ex husband’s release.  When I read it my heart sank … I felt so strongly for her and her girls and the fear they must have been experiencing …

In response to her text I instantly prayed – feeling quite useless knowing that I couldn’t fix this one … this one was well beyond me … it was beyond her … it was basically well beyond anyone … but God!

I felt an anointing flow as I drove and prayed. I hoped, I trusted, that she would feel God with her, she needed His tangible presence at this time … and when I got home I texted to let her know I had been praying peace for her and her girls …

I saw her later that week.  She wanted and needed more prayer, in person, and she needed a cuddle, and so my husband and I made time.  We stopped in our busyness to be with her, to give her a word of encouragement, including the word “plugged in”.  We knew it was time for her to connect … not just with us, not just with God … but into a body that could care, pray and walk with her through this time …

She said that she hadn’t known what to do when she got the news.  She was paralyzed with fear and shock. She just knew to text for prayer, and so she did … and the peace came not long after.  I couldn’t call her or text her at the time, but as soon as I saw the text I started to pray knowing the stress she would have been experiencing. She knew I would pray and she told me she felt a flow of serene peace … a peace that she just could not explain … and she knew the text had got through and been responded to … she knew I was praying for her, she knew God was there for her to hang onto.  She had said at the time that the peace was amazing, but she also felt comfort that there was someone who cared enough to be available to text and to pray …

She continues the journey.  It has not been an easy few weeks, but she has now taken the next step to get “plugged in” … she is plugging in deeper with God and she is getting plugged into a local Christian community with our family (oh the blessing of a local church!).  I believe that it will be in that community (rather than it just being me and God) that healing will come.  I am trusting and hoping that community will form around her to walk with her and her girls, and that she will continue to heal, and learn how to walk knowing that God will protect her 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!

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

And Peace flooded her soul … God is Good!

We had half an hour to take a hat back, buy a pan and get to a family function.  We determinedly walked through the shopping centre, having prayed and received the perfect park … God’s favour was with us 🙂 … it always is!

We entered the store to return the hat.  The girl behind the counter recognised me, as I did her, but she looked tired and said as much saying how she felt “down”, that the recent overcast mornings had impacted her soul and reflected her overcast state of being … she looked colourless, tired and drained …

We kept chatting as she processed my return.  She finished up and as she did I knew I needed to pray for her … for her to have joy, peace, and for a sense of hope to come …

As she handed me my credit card and docket and I contemplated the offer to pray, and in my hesitation the store filled up with customers, others came to the counter for service and the phone began to ring …

Missed it I thought … now I’ll have to wait … or go … blow!”

I looked around behind me as she talked on the phone and saw my son, daughter and husband still “cruising” the shelves … seemingly content …

She put the phone down to look for the required item, the customer waiting on the other end, I ignored the person to my right waiting for service, I ignored the phone call, and said:

“Give me your hand” … and reached out over the counter, my hand extended.

She did, and as she did I invited the Holy Spirit to come, I quickly said:

“I’m going to pray for you, I’m a Christian …”

and proceeded to command depression to leave and I released hope, joy, faith, and peace into and around her …

I finished quickly, knowing that we were all in a hurry … As I did I said “do you feel that?” feeling the anointing sweep all around me …

“I do, I do,” she said and teared up ever so slightly. 

I watched as her face lost the greyness and colour flooded her countenance … the look of stress left immediately, and peace, a quiet sense of joy, flooded her features.  I told her that her face had regained colour and told her to look in the mirror …

I leant over and kissed her hand, saying that God loved her very much and she instantly smacked a big pink kiss straight back onto my hand leaving a big kiss mark and she looked at me and kept saying …

I felt that … I definitely felt that …. That was amazing … I felt that …I feel so much better” and she smiled.

I responded saying that God had asked me to pray for her, because He loved her, and didn’t want her feeling the way she had been, that tomorrow she would wake and feel amazing …

She quickly finished the phone call, served the other people and essentially followed us around the store smiling and saying …

I feel so much better … I really felt that … that was amazing … thank you”

We left the store with plenty of time to find our “pan purchase”, satisfied that the hat had been returned, and that, yet another person, had experienced that, indeed … yes in deed …

God is Good!

A healing in South Africa and a peaceful chat to follow…God is Good

This is a story from May 2009, an early story in my “out there” walk with God.  It is a simple story, but one which I believe reflects what we can all be “as we go” …

A girlfriend told me at school drop off that her Mother-in-Law was ill in hospital in South Africa. She had gastro and a bowel blockage, which they were having trouble removing due to a kidney issue.

I said that we would pray for her at our prayer meeting that night, and as I got into the car to head off I started to pray immediately, feeling the anointing as I did.

At the prayer meeting we also prayed, some time between 7.30 and 8.30pm that night … when the meeting was always held.

The following morning I was to catch up with my friend for coffee.  My then 2 1/2-year-old was being looked after, but I had promised to see her to chat about my faith etc, and to try to answer some of her questions about Christianity and so I caught up with her even though she had her 2.5 year old with her.

During our chat in a coffee shop I discussed life with God.  We covered so much, but I kept it very real letting her know that I certainly was not perfect, but that I had somewhere I could go when I struggled.  At the time she was struggling with being at home, was stressed, bored, talked about going to back work – to which I said very bluntly that working would not change things for her since she was trying to fill a gap in her life with busyness so that she did not have to face some issues about who she was in relationship to God etc.

She recognised this and she asked about the peace I had – I talked about it somewhat and asked her about her Mother-in-Law.

She said that at 8pm the night before her husband had got the phone call to say her Mother-in-Law was being discharged.

I told her that she would not believe me if I told her what time our meeting was – she was amazed to find out 7.30 to 8.30pm.

I laughed and said how God so had her in His sights.

She talked about my professional background and how it did not seem to match the Christian walk – the money etc.  I said that Christians could be wealthy too and we talked about a loving Father and used her beautiful parenting as an example as to how God also loves us so much as a loving Father and wants all that is good for us including money.  She noted that she had a cousin that she would say was like me in her walk with Jesus – her cousin was wealthy, and it surprised her.

The whole time her child played happily and quietly.

At the end of our catch up (1.5 hours) she said she felt great, refreshed and excited about going on a journey of discovery with me …  She then noted how calm my children seemed to be – I reminded her that we all had tough times, but she came back to it and then said how calm her son had been the whole time we had caught up … she said so calm that it could not be a coincidence … she had never had him be so calm and content at a coffee catch up before and she said she was sure it was me and my influence (I did not do anything in particular with him in fact he entertained himself very happily).  I said to her I believed it was God .  I also said that I believed the peace was prevalent so that we could talk calmly – so that God could show her who He was – a God of peace.  I had also prayed before going to see her and I had prayed the day before for her and her family.

What was lovely was how she saw how God can not only impact a person but how God can then, though that person, impact others and environments … it was so very encouraging for me and so very, very enjoyable!

Later she said how much she enjoyed our catch up and how refreshed she felt … to which I can only respond …

God is Good!

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