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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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We shared the same name…and it was no coincidence – the deaf shall hear

We recently went away for a couple of days.  On our last day we decided to have a burger for lunch, before the drive home.  As we queued to place our order I went to ask a girl who was stacking the fridge where the bathroom was.  She stood and motioned to me that she was deaf … I nodded, smiled, and noted the direction she pointed to in response to my query, which she lip-read …

As we sat outside waiting for our lunch, I mentioned to my husband that there was a deaf girl and I was going to ask if I could pray for her.  It was not that I felt God necessarily wanted me to, or that I had to, it was not a matter of obedience, but rather it was something I felt He would like me to do, and, in any case, if I wanted to see the deaf hear I needed to step out and offer.  I also realised that I did not meet many deaf people in my day-to-day activities … and I needed to step out.  I did feel a bit nervous about it, but thought I would regret it if I did not offer, and in any case … she just may be healed and who was I to not offer?

We ate our hamburgers and I watched for my opportunity.  I saw her as we readied to leave and so I went across to her, gently tapped her on the shoulder, and tried my best to layman’s sign “could I pray for you?”  Another girl watched and then signed to her for me.  I gratefully smiled, and quickly explained that I was a Christian, had seen miracles happen and wanted to know if I could pray for the girl … the girl signed my request and the response came back … “thanks but no thanks” …

I thanked both girls (who I presumed were sisters), and said to the girl who had signed for me that I needed to learn how to sign “can I pray for you?”  she stopped, put her dishes down and taught me there and then … and as I practised, the girl I had wanted to pray for stopped, watched and signed that I could pray for her if I wanted to …

And, so I did.  I placed my hand on her arm and as I did I asked her name … she had a very subtle variant of my name – I knew that this was no coincidence!  God had set me (and her) up for a miracle.  My name is not that common in Australia and so it was a set up! 

With a greater feeling of confidence, I invited the Holy Spirit to come, and I started to pray.  I then cautiously asked if I could place my hands on her ears … she agreed, and as I did I commanded the mute deaf spirit to leave and released fullness of hearing in the name of Jesus.  I finished praying quite quickly, sensing it was enough and thanked her …

There was no sudden thunder bolt, no angels singing the Hallelujah chorus (that I could hear in the natural anyway), but I knew that I had stepped out, not because I had to, but because I wanted to …

I had not felt much as I prayed, but as I sat down again I felt a strong surge of power flow and so I prayed for her again, on my own quietly as she moved around the outside tables …

As we got into our car to come home I said to my husband that, while I had not seen a miracle manifest immediately, I was still encouraged – her name and my name being nearly identical was not a “coincidence”.  I said to him that she may start hearing the next day, or it may slowly get better … I did not know, and it was not up to me to worry about the outcome.  I mentioned Heidi Baker, and recalled how the first blind people who had seen, after Heidi had prayed for them, all had Heidi’s name.  I note that these women saw instantly before Heidi’s eyes, and yes, I note that Heidi prayed for many before seeing her first receive sight … at least 100 blind people (or it could be 1000 people, I am not sure of the numbers but it was many blind people before her first blind person regained sight), but the fact that the first three all had Heidi’s name, and the fact that this girl had my name, not a common name in Australia, was encouraging, and I am certain no coincidence!

Some of you may say … “well, you are no Heidi Baker.” I agree, I’m not.  Rather, I am Me … stopping for the one, in my sphere of influence and choosing to believe that He will up hold his word for anyone, where ever they live, including me, if we will step out and trust Him to do so.  I have to start somewhere and a sea-side coastal town in Victoria, Australia is a great start!  I figure, we just have to get going, where ever we are, what ever we are doing, and go about the “Father’s business” … stopping for “the one“!

I thought to myself and I declared it out loud in the car … “God, you did it for Heidi … please do it again” and I held onto the power of the testimony.

I left knowing I had stepped out, but this time I stepped out as a friend of God … just as a friend would step out and do something nice for another friend … rather than out of a sense of obedience.  I stepped out this time out of a love … a love for a girl who may receive her hearing; and, out of a love for my God, because I knew he would like it if I did this for Him.  It was not about performance, but about love, just as one does something special for a friend … and also … don’t forget … I want to see the deaf hear!  He says it is a sign that will follow me, so I need to start believing it, and stepping out on His word, knowing He will back me up in accordance with His word because …

God is Good!

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