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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

Healed and soaked in God’s goodness…God is Good!

The Sunday following the day that I prayed for my friend at school drop off (see previous post), I texted to see whether her daughter could come over for a play date with my son.  Hearing nothing back, and with a very persistent 6-year-old badgering me, I rang …

Z answered saying that she was just texting me, and she burst into tears, saying she felt so much better with me on the phone … that every time she saw me at drop off or pick up she felt better … that she felt better that my son was friends with her daughter … that she just felt better standing next to me … being near me … she gushed … and I felt embarrassed …

Suffice to say, her daughter could not come to play, little G she was at her grandma’s being looked after because her mum was having single mum overload and needed a little space.

As Z cried she said she had been drafting a lengthy sms to me, explaining how she had been healed of her chest infection … her chest and voice were clear … and she was well.  She then went on to say how much she valued myself and my son and how she felt joy and peace whenever she saw me …

She continued on as my mind raced, feeling overwhelmed with all she was saying, knowing it was Jesus in me, but for her for now I was Jesus to her in her world … and I gently told myself I did not need to fear the responsibility of being perfect for her … I just needed to be real and to listen to and release Him …

I took a deep breath and said to her that what she felt each time I was with her, or each time I spoke to her on the phone, was in fact Jesus; that what she felt when I prayed for her was God, the Holy Spirit, and that what I had she could access for herself … any time, any where …

She listened and I felt Holy Spirit prompt me to help her go to her “God Space.”

So I quietly explained that we all had a God Space, a place where we can all access God, regardless of whether we were a Cristian or not … that God loved us all and wanted relationship with us.   I said “would you like me to show you how?”

She sniffed, and said “… yes” …

So I said, take a few deep breaths in and ask God “Where are you for me right now?” …

She did … she quietly asked “God, where are you for me right now” and I could hear her breathing calm down and sensed the shift over the phone of where she was at …

I gently said …”you may feel Him above you, below you, around you … you may see a colour, a picture, feel a breeze … can you sense Him now? Can you tell me where He is for you right now …”

She said “yes I can feel Him all around me … just like when you pray for me …”

So I said “What else is there about that, that you can tell me” … and I stepped her through the very basic steps of helping someone find their God Space …

She responded “it’s peaceful, it’s calm, it’s like I feel when you pray for me …”

I said “great, that is your God space, now ask Him what He wants to tell you about where you are right now, your situation” for I knew nothing about it … but He did.  What I did know  was really really tough, and I knew better than to be drawn into it all for I did not have the answers, nor the skills, nor the resources to help … but Jesus did …

She responded sniffing a little more, but sounding very calm … “I feel like it is all going to be alright … I don’t know how, but I know it is all going to be alright … I feel really safe, I feel really loved …”

I said “that is God … He is never scary, He is never accusing … you feel love because He is Love, you feel peace because He is Peace, you feel safe because He is safe … now this is how you go to where He is for you, do you think you can do that again?”

She responded “yes, I feel so calm …”

And I then went on to talk about a video that one of the people who follow this blog sent me, a video clip about a Muslim girl who had come to Christ at the expense of the loss of relationship with her mother.  I told her that this girl’s friends who saw her after she had given her heart to Christ had said how “her eyes shone with a new light” more than before … and I said that we used to, and planned to again, run nights at our home where we taught people how to do exactly what she had just done … to know God, to know Jesus for themselves … that perhaps she could perhaps come sometime …

She responded she would like that … and to which she said “I think I may become a Christian, my dad would be ok with that … he’s good that way … it would be whatever worked for me, and he would be ok with that …”

To which I replied that such a decision would be a great one, and that she was surely on a journey with Jesus … He was calling her, and wanted a relationship …

We finished up our call … she resting in the peace and glow that was Heaven sent … resting in The One … and me amazed at a good and beautiful God … amazed that just doing life with Him, draws people to Him …

I am so glad I chose to “out” myself at my son’s new school two terms ago (see earlier story) … and pray for a young single mum whose mum was ill … for, whatever reason, she is drawn to me … and her daughter is drawn to my son … in fact, I don’t believe it is me she is necessarily drawn to, but the One in me … I am willing to listen to His lead, and release Him as I go … and I believe she will take Him as her own … soon … and as she does I am happy to be there by her side, to walk the journey with her and as and when she does she will continue to discover and marvel at the truth that …

God is Good!

It was an “all body experience” for her…God is Good!

I was at school drop off with my preppy this morning (my 6-year-old son).

A girl who is a single mum of two asked how my son was getting on and as we chatted and discussed our respective children she mentioned to me that she was still battling the same infection she had been dealing with months before, and that she had now been prescribed cortisol steroids (I think is was …) but still to no avail …

Now I have prayed for her a number of times.  Once early, in the year, when we were all new mums at the school, and her mum was in hospital due to a back problem, I had sat by her side and offered to pray … she replied she was a Moslem but she would like that and so  we sat side by side on the garden edge and I placed my hand on her lower back (where coincidentally her mum had the pain) and released healing into her mum, but into her, in her mum’s stead … and as I had done so she had cried, saying how she could feel something, and that she would go and tell her mum …

She told me later that her mum had recovered very quickly from the back issue and it was due, she said, to the prayers I had said on her mother’s behalf …

Some time later,  her mother had surgery and she had sent me an urgent text asking to see me.  Weeping at school drop off she had said her mum was in hospital could I please pray again … that she knew my prayers were answered and made a difference … that her mum had healed so quickly last time she wanted me to pray for her again …

I did and she cried … and I hugged her … in the morning sunshine …

Well, this morning, I felt Holy Spirit prompt me to pray for her healing and so I offered.  She agreed and I gently placed my hand on her chest where the infection had been, and prayed healing, for Jesus to do what he had done for J last year (see link for story) which was a healing of a persistent chest infection, in the name of Jesus …

She teared up again, and said how she felt something again, how every time I prayed for her she felt something  … that it was (and she wriggled and gestured her arms from her head to her feet) a “total body experience, all enveloping, all over my body” and she said “it happens every time you do that…”

I replied “that’s the Holy Spirit” … “that’s God” …

She threw her arms around me passionately saying “I love you!”

I answered, hugging her back  … “He loves you”

And we made our respective ways …

God has her in His sights … and gives her an “all body experience” each time I pray … and it’s not because I am special or highly anointed or highly favoured … it’s because He wants her to know that He is real, and loves and cares for her … He wants to give her an “all over body experience” … a hug … purely because …

God is Good!

Special education was her passion; Heaven her destination because…God is Good!

My daughter and I were up at the local shopping centre last Friday … checking school shoe size to ensure her feet were not cramped for the start of the new term.

As we ducked through a department store, I quickly noticed a jumper and felt to buy it and so, after checking size and colour, we proceeded to the cashier desk.

A beautiful young girl “Alicia” came to serve us, and as she processed the sale and bagged up my purchase I knew I was to ask her if I could pray for her.

She finished  processing the sale, and as she did I chatted to her, feeling my way through the “words of knowledge” that were popping  into my mind.   I mentioned that I felt she was not destined to work at the store, that there was something else to her future.  I asked her about that, and she  mentioned that she was studying  to become a teacher.  I explained I was a Christian and that I wanted to know if I could pray for her, for her destiny to open up and she readily agreed.  So, I took her hand in mine and listened for what God wanted me to pray … patiently listening, with my daughter by my side.

The word “travel” came to mind, and I sensed that it was “overseas travel”.  I asked her about this and she agreed she was saving up to travel overseas.  And so with the start of my “assignment” I proceeded to bless her finances, and declared “open doors” to her destiny.  I then “heard” the words “special ed”.  I again queried her, saying: “I know you are studying to become a teacher, but I sense that your heart is in special education, is that right?”   She took a breath, saying that yes, special education was her passion …

I then proceeded to pray open doors for her into the field of special education and I blessed those desires of her heart, declaring and telling her that she was going to be a marvellous special education teacher, that I sensed she would bless many “special ed children” and their families, that she would in fact alter destinies of those she taught for the better, … she would be  great, great blessing … and I knew these words to be so … I just knew

I then felt I heard the words “UK” … United Kingdom, and I asked her if she was travelling there.  She said she, in fact, wanted to travel to the USA to meet friends that were apparently having a blast over there.  I smiled and said to her to not discount the idea of travelling to the  United Kingdom, that there may be opportunities for her there and open doors for her to teach in special education and I said the UK was a wonderful place to live  … but, I also said, “I could also be wrong in that … just don’t discount the idea though” … and I smiled …

My daughter grinned up at me, and tugged on my arm in excitement, and Alicia said to me that she was shocked that I would know these things about her and so I explained to her that I knew these things not because I was special but because God wanted me to know them so that I could pray for her for them to come to pass, and so that she would know that she was loved by Him …

I then felt to ask her if she wanted Jesus Christ in her heart and I said: “you have not asked Jesus into your heart yet … have you?”

She replied she that she hadn’t asked Him into her heart, and so on an unction I asked her if she wanted to do so.  She thought  for a moment and said “yes, I do” and so in the women’s clothing section  she gave her heart to Jesus Christ, accepting what He had done for her on the cross and asking Him to fill her heart …

Once finished I felt to give her my mobile (cell) phone number and name, and I briefly explained my background so she would be comfortable to know I was not a fruit loop … and I left, with my 9-year-old daughter’s face shining, with me thoroughly washed in the love of Jesus (because that which flows through you, leaves a residual Presence … which, is why it is so much fun to do this) and with Alicia staring at us as we left … and, as she stared she would have seen a very ordinary mum and daughter … off to buy school shoes, hand in hand leaving behind a beautiful and much-loved young woman with a bright destiny open, and a salvation obtained.

I will be surprised if she does call me, I hope she does.  Some do call, but many don’t.  I may be criticised for this … leading someone to Christ but not following them up personally.  I used to, and ran myself ragged, and I now feel a peace about this because, I feel that unless God prompts me to get their number and chase them up, that He has their best interests at heart, and I trust that He will call them into His Church, into His Body …  and I feel that I leave them free to contact me as and when they wish … it is their journey with a loving Father, and hence their call …

Regardless, I do what I feel I am required to do, and I “go about My Father’s business” (Luke 2:49), as best can, and as I do I am certain and sure that they will know, that Alicia now knows that …

God is Good!

What do you want … calling forth a blessing for business because God is Good!

About two weeks ago I was chatting to a friend who owns an online organic fruit, vegetable, and essentials home delivery business.

We were discussing “customers” … or in my world “clients” … 

What were “good clients” in my industry and what were “good customers” in her industry … and how wonderful it would be to have customers that were essentially regular, paying, non- complicated individuals who appreciated and valued what they were receiving … how business would be so much easier with those sorts of clients … They appreciated value and service and were not high maintenance, complainers or ones that expected a whole of something for … nothing ….

She discussed a prophetic word I had given her and how I had prayed a blessing for her business … She mentioned that business was going well, and how good changes were on the winds. I asked her whether she had ever identified and written down the “ideal customer” and whether she had called them in.

She responded she had prayed for her business to be blessed, but she had never considered identifying the ideal customer profile and asking for lots of those types of customers in her prayers … she had always kept it general …

I told her the story of a Christian great I had read about and how he had learnt to be particular with his prayers … I then shared how I had also been particular after reading this book, with my prayers regarding a matter in my own life, that had dragged on for 18 months … and how not long after my husband and I had seen break through, and I encouraged her to do so the same, get particular with her “ideal customer” and ask for them to come … and with that we both said goodbye with school pick ups to take care of in our own respective worlds …

Not long after I received this message:

“So you said pray for good easy customers to come in, which I did …. Got a call this morning from a company with $x to spend from a grant and have ordered veggie boxes for the next 9 weeks and have paid upfront! Hilarious and so good. I like that prayer idea!!! Thanks for the inspiration xxx”

We have not because we ask not …

Get particular with your prayers … What do you really want?

What does a blessed business look like?

What does abundance look like?

What does health look like?

And when it comes … Regardless of the size of the break through,  celebrate!  Celebrate the first fruits of the breakthrough and see the fullness of the promise in the seed …

Are you ill? Do you feel a little better? Praise God and look for the fullness of the healing.

Are you in need of finance … does someone buy you a coffee, or do you find $2 on the pavement … get excited and see it as first fruits …

Does someone else have the break through that you are looking for … celebrate with them, ask them to pray with/for you and watch what will happen …

A good work He will bring to completion!

Never despise small beginnings … But celebrate and call the rest forth … For your self and for others … And as you do you will see the goodness of God grow in your life, and in the life of others and it will be the start of the knowledge of the glory of God filling the Earth as the waters cover the sea (Hab 2:14) because …

God is Good!

Destinies, dancing and release … Part 3

Continued from previous post at: Destinies, dancing and release … Part one and Part Two

A theme was beginning to emerge …

There was creativity to be released, God-given destinies to be fulfilled, people to be released from their past, from their present, from their assumed “futures”, and from their circumstances ….

There were passions to be revealed, to be released, to be uncovered … so that God’s desired futures could be revealed and stepped into, with boldness, clarity and fullness …

There was a desire of God to see His children (whether they knew him or not) to step into their God-given destinies …

And so … the following day after an enjoyable day and a good nights sleep we were back down the street looking for one more item for my husband, an extra that he had said he wanted …

We headed out, looked, and found some jeans on sale instead … bagged those and headed back out into the street where I saw a bag shop … a girlie bag shop for girlie girls …

We checked the time and checked our intentions to enter the shop with God … after all … it was His agenda … not ours … that we were called to fulfill, to honour and to meet as a Beloved Child of the most High God …

With the go ahead on both fronts we wandered in, and I found a simple design … just the right thing for me to replace an old travel bag I had been using for years.  It was pretty, but very practical, and still able to be slung over my shoulder so I could scooter up the street with the kids, but not drab and ugly like the one I had used for so very long …

As we paid for the bag I again knew I had to pray for the girl.  I could feel the anointing of God swirling around and I could feel the familiar pull to offer to pray, to bless and to release yet another loved one into their destiny … I was to encourage, to inspire and to love on behalf of My Loving God!

I offered to pray, as people milled around the small store.

The girl agreed. 

My husband stepped back, so as to give a sense of privacy to the two of us, and I started. 

I sensed she had not yet stepped into her passion, that she was not doing what she loved.  I said so … she agreed … and so I declared her destiny open, I released her into her destiny, and said that I sensed she was highly creative, very artistic, and that she had submerged that passion, that dream.  I said that she had hidden the dream since she was little girl, the passion had been submerged so deeply … but that it was time for her to dream again, to allow that passion to arise, and so I called it forth.

I saw her painting … and I told her so …

Tears streamed down her face as she tried to compose herself … apologising for the flow of emotion … and she said “how did you know? How did you know? I am an artist but I have not painted for ages, it’s what I love, it’s who I am …”

I said that I had simply told her what I “saw”, what God had “shown” me and said to her again that she was created to be creative, to be an artist, and that God loved her so much that He wanted to see her fulfil her God-given destiny more than she did … and so I encouraged her to start painting again, to step into it … smiling at her through my own tears for her.

I encouraged her to pursue her passion again …

I dared her to dream again …

She nodded saying she would start to paint, she would start to dream and she smiled through the tears as we left the store …

I had bagged a bag (:-)) and she had been touched by a loving God …

I called to her as I left the store that if she did start to paint again she would shine simply because she was created to paint, she was created for greatness, simply because …

God is Good!

… to be continued …

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