Stories of a good God

Posts tagged ‘Mark 16:18’

Praying in the hospital … God is Good! Saturday 1st October 2011

“And these signs shall follow them that believe; In my name shall they … will place their hands on sick people, and they will get well.” (Jesus speaking in Mark 16:17-18 NIV)

The last few days of last week were quite a challenge.  My 4-year-old son was in hospital … he came out Saturday night (praise God) and we are continuing to believe for full healing.  Finding myself at hospital, when we were due to leave for a much anticipated and needed holiday I decided to look for people that God wanted me to stop for … what better place to offer the healing of Jesus Christ than in the Children’s’ Hospital … Right?  I figured, I would do some damage for theKingdomofHeaven, as much as I could in any case!

On Friday evening, he was moved to a ward after being in emergency all day.  A Mum came over to me as we settled in, and said “hello”.  I felt that I needed to offer to pray for her daughter who had peritonitis (blood poisoning) from a burst appendix, but was not sure about timing ….

My husband stayed over night with M and on my return to the ward in the morning we were told that M would be discharged that evening.  I prepared to take my nearly 8 year old home and knew I needed to offer before I left.  I did, and the Mother and Father stated that they were Christians too, were very touched and said that prayer would be great, but their daughter needed to go to the toilet – could I wait?

I agreed, and waited …

Then the grandparents arrived, and the Mother said they were not yet Christians and so I said I would wait, and so I waited …

Eventually I got the opportunity, and I knelt by the bed and quietly explained to the little 9-year-old girl, that there was no sickness in Heaven and so it did not belong in her body, that Jesus had won her healing and that her healing and health would be His full for all He paid …

The father stopped me gently and said “sorry” and asked what denomination I belonged to … he then continued on to say that they said they had different doctrinal beliefs … they believed that God allowed sickness, why He did they did not know, but that He allowed it… they also believed that Jesus could heal.  The Mother looked at me desperately and said she had to believe that God allowed sickness, otherwise she would go mad, because she said that God as always good …

I smiled and said that while I did not agree with their view, I respected their belief system.  I said I did not want to argue doctrinal differences, and I quoted a few scriptures about healing which he agreed with … I then said that I believed that Jesus died for us all, and that He rose again, and that on this we could agree … the parents agreed … I had found our place of unity …

Admittedly, I was a bit taken aback, but regardless I said that I honoured them and that as a Father I understood he did not want me to lay my hands on his child and pray (I had already been holding his daughters hand when I first spoke to her).  He said I could pray without laying hands, and I asked if they as her parents gave us permission to pray for her, stating that it held more authority with their permission as parents … they agreed and so I said I would pray for her …

He said he was always very careful as a father, who he allowed to pray for his children, and I said I understood, that we were too, and that I honoured him and his wife as the child’s parents …

As my daughter and I left the mother looked at her daughter and said how much better she looked already … I noted later as I drove home that I had been given a chance to kneel by the bed and hold her hand and just talk about the healing powers of Jesus (the power of the Truth … the power of the Word … the power of the Testimony) and that God’s intention was that we be well …

My daughter and I prayed for her as we left the hospital, and I said sorry to God on behalf of the parents (standing in the gap so to speak) for the fact that He was given credit for allowing her sickness.  I blessed the parents and spoke healing into their daughter as we walked to our car.

Perhaps the encounter will be the catalyst for them to seek the Truth on the issue of healing … perhaps they will not too … It was not my job to win an argument, but to offer to pray, to honour the parents and to find a place of agreement in love, whereby unity could be found and I could stand with them and pray for the healing of their daughter, to be given permission to pray …

The Mother did note that I offered to pray for them before I knew they were Christians …

I must admit I did start to query how I went about it … the “if onlys” … if only I had just prayed instead of … but then I stopped myself … who knows what our brief discussion may be a catalyst for in the future …

I do not know why they believe that God allowed the sickness, but yet that Jesus could heal and then how they had their entire church praying for healing, against a sickness that God, in their minds had allowed … but then, I had also held such a belief about my own disability when I was pregnant as I tried to marry my disability into my belief system that God is all good, all powerful … and thank goodness I had people around me that had challenged this belief system, through kind, gentle yet firm scriptural teaching …

These beautiful people had been through so much.  I trust they can and will capture that God does not allow sickness but that sickness comes from the enemy, and it is us, the body of Christ, who have been left in charge, who need to go about doing as Jesus did, … destroying the deeds of the devil!

And, in the meantime, I stand in unity with those parents in proclaiming to the world that …

God is Good!

“…And the peace of God…will guard [her] heart and mind in Christ Jesus” (Phil 4:7) – praying for life 13th July 2011

I was flying interstate and had settled into my seat next to someone that was happily absorbed with his i-phone.  I was looking forward to a quiet time with God on the plane.  It was a short flight.  I had stopped and prayed for someone at the airport, and did not sense that the guy next to me was someone that I had to “engage with” in any way and was happily anticipating a quiet trip.

As the final passengers boarded I looked up and saw Sarah.  I did not know that was her name until later, but it was obvious she had been to my home town for some very serious surgery on her head … she was all bandaged up and was walking gently and carefully up the isle to the last seat, the one behind and opposite me.

As she walked down the aisle I just knew she was someone that God wanted to touch.  I knew I had to stop for this one and so I said to Him that he would need to give me the timing and the words, because she looked delicate – emotionally and physically.

I picked up my book as we took off, and then later got my i-pod out and “soaked” in Him, uninterrupted for nearly the entire flight.  As I soaked I could sense and feel Holy Spirit all around.  I sensed angels entering the plane, stirring the atmosphere, and as I did I sensed that with the angelic increase a lot of darkness left, which made me smile … like the flick of a switch the light dispels the darkness.

I was travelling with two other Christian friends, although we were not sitting together and I wondered whether one of my friends was praying for someone at the time, enjoying the thought of the entourage from Heaven we must have been travelling with.  I later found out that one of my friends also had an “assignment” on the plane – a single Mum who was deeply touched by the presence of God as he prayed for her.

The plane started its descent and my mind went back to the girl.  I started noting a sharp pain behind my right ear and I wondered whether that was the point where she had been operated on.  The anointing was very strong and I just knew that God wanted her dramatically touched.

Once the plane landed I quietly leaned back and spoke to the man travelling with her, who turned out to be her fiancé.  I mentioned that I had seen she had been battling something significant and that I was a Christian and would love to pray for her, if she would like me to.  He lent back and let me address her directly and as I spoke her eyes filled with tears, saying she would love for me to pray.  She then went on to explain that she had been battling recurring malignant (cancerous) brain tumours, on the right side of her head – approximately where the pain had been on my head. She was returning home after surgery, during which they had removed some of her skull as well.

I could feel Holy Spirit in a strong way as we spoke and I suggested we get off the plane and pray in the terminal – she agreed.

Once in the terminal I explained to my friends what we were doing and they stood and prayed with me as well.

As we prayed she felt dizzy and a touch “drunk” and she swayed as the anointing came so we encouraged her to sit down.  My friends stepped aside to wait discretely and I continued to talk to her and pray.  As we spoke she told me that she was engaged to be married.  I had already prayed that her skull would regrow and that the tumour would leave, never to return, telling the cancer to get out, and releasing health, healing etc.  Once I found out about her wedding I prayed for her hair to grow back rapidly for her wedding day – some might say that something like this is insignificant given what she had been facing, but I believe God is interested in these little details too…

We continued to speak and I felt that she had known God, but was very angry with Him.  I felt Holy Spirit ask me to ask her if she wanted Him back … I asked her if she had asked Jesus into her heart.  She explained that she used to attend church but …  I asked her if she was angry at God and she said “yes” and I quietly explained that this condition was not from God and went on to explain that we are taught by Jesus to pray “on Earth as it is in Heaven” (Matt 6:10 NIV) and since there were no brain tumours or cancer in heaven it did not belong in her body, that He could not give what He did not have … I asked her if she could forgive God, and she said “yes” and so she prayed a quiet prayer of forgiveness.  I then asked if she wanted to ask Jesus onto her heart.  She did and so in her own words she rededicated her life to Him … the anointing growing in strength and with her gently weeping as she did. I also spoke to her about the Holy Spirit, thinking as I did of Jesus’ warning of the empty house (Matt 12:44-45; Luke 11:25-26) and she gladly invited Holy Spirit to come into her heart and to fill her up …

I gave her details of a local Church and a contact there so she could attend and be encouraged.  I gave her my own home number too.

Her fiancé had gone to get the car while we spoke and on his return she gently started to walk through the terminal, saying how giddy she felt with the Holy Spirit on her.  I suggested she go home and rest and press into the presence she felt.  I suggested she ask Holy Spirit for “more”, and bless what he was doing and in doing so He could continue doing what He was doing in her body.  I had explained that sometimes it took time for the fullness of healing to come.

I waved her goodbye as she climbed into her car …

Sarah was sent from God.  I know she was.  She had a destiny and a purpose and God wanted her well.  There were more coincidences around this whole event, but suffice to say I absolutely knew I had to stop for this one, and I know that Holy Spirit turned up … the airplane was pregnant with purpose, presumably with the angelic, ready to be released on a prayer, to minister to her for God’s goodness and healing to be released.

A heart turned back to Jesus, a young woman ready to step back into His arms, a healing being released … yes the battle has been won on the cross, yet she was still to see the victory in her body …

I hope she sees break through.  I know we are all special, but she was specialI want her to be tumour free, for her skull to grow back and for her hair to be pretty at her wedding.  I want her to enjoy her wedding day, grow old with her husband by her side and see her children’s children’s children grow.  I want her to be full of life and health and vitality and strength … and if I want that for a stranger called Sarah, how much more does God?

“If [we] then, though [we] are evil, know how to give good gifts to [our] children, how much more will [our] Father in heaven give the Holy Spirit to those who ask him!” (Luke 11:13 NIV)

I am trusting that:

“…the peace of God … will guard [her] heart and mind in Christ Jesus” (Phil 4:7)

We have the authority (Matt 28:18-19).  Healing is in our hands (Mark 16:18).  The Kingdom of heaven is at hand (Matt 3:2), at our hand … Will we stop for the one and risk embarrassment, rejection, ridicule?  Will we stop for the one and in doing so “risk” life being released through us by a loving God … ?

He wants us to release Him so He can touch a dying world … will we slow life down and release Him to others … and in doing so release life?

Sarah could be healed, and she could go on to live a long and healthy life …

There is a Sarah out there for us all, if we would just look for them, and then stop our business long enough to care and pray for them …

Look around, ask God for a Sarah and then dare to stop, … risk something and offer the Kingdom of Heaven … we have nothing to lose, but they, out there have life to gain because …

God is Good!

Tag Cloud

%d bloggers like this: