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The sweet sweet presence of God – God is Good!

Last week my husband and I went for a walk up to our local supermarket. It had been very hot and we were treating our children, who were at home watching a movie, to some ice cream.

As we checked out our few items at self-service, I noticed that the young girl overseeing the area had a bandage wrapped around her right hand.  I looked at her and smiled, and felt the familiar nudge from God.  I didn’t want to ignore the nudge, but I also didn’t want to force it.  The checkout kiosk closest to her had just become clear, so I made my way over to it with our items.

As we stood and checked out our items, I turned to her and motioning to her bandage I mentioned that it looked nasty and I asked her how she did it.  She responded that she had cut it deeply with a kitchen knife …

I winced in sympathy, and said to her “this may seem a little strange but, could I pray for your hand to be healed quickly?  I’m a Christian and I would love to pray for you.”

“Sure” she said and I told her my name as she told me hers and I put my hand out to take her hand gently in mine, as she, misunderstanding my gesture, went to shake my hand in greeting.

“No … sorry”, I smiled “I just want to touch your hand gently” and she nodded  leaving her hand out for me to pray, and I prayed, touching her hand gently with mine.

The sense of God swept over us and as it did I felt that she was looking for a new job.  I looked at her and asked her if this was the case and she nodded … looking a little blown away (I was pretty sure she felt the power of God too) and so I prayed for her new job, I prayed for favour and for the doors of her destiny to open, for her to find what she was created for, and that she would flourish …

Finishing up, I thanked her for allowing me to pray and wished her a brilliant day and we left.

This is a simple story, but the sense of God’s presence was powerful, and the sense of His sheer pleasure as I did as He desired was gentle and sweet.

As we walked home, neither my husband nor I mentioned anything about it.  For me anyway, it felt like a very sweet holy moment, and I nearly didn’t want to discuss it.  Eventually, about half way home  A turned to me and said “well done” and gave me a hug and he then said “did you feel the anointing on that?  It was powerful and I wondered if you felt it …”

I nodded saying I had, and I said that it had felt good to step out and pray for her in that way with such a clear leading from the Holy Spirit, with no striving, no fear, and with such a strong sense of His presence as I did what He asked …

In fact it just felt good to be out walking, doing life and stopping for the one because …

God is Good!

It’s a Baby Boy because God is Good!

Stop by and pray for her” I felt Him urge me again … and so I turned and found a park and got out of the car.

It was a prompting to pray for a girl who was the owner of a local clothing store.  I had been in there 2-3 weeks earlier and at the time I got the distinct feeling that she had wanted a baby, but had not yet conceived.  I had not offered to pray at the time, sensing it was not quite the right time …

This particular morning, on my way out, I felt Him urge me to make time that day to stop and pray.  I was heading out and I asked Him to remind me on my way home if He wanted me to stop.  I was actually flat-out trying to get ready for a major trip overseas, and we were leaving the following day …

True to His word, and to my request, God had reminded me on my return trip, and so, having parked the car, I made my way over to the store.

I wandered in, and after the usual greetings, I told her why I had stopped by.  A little taken aback, she had said yes she had been trying to get pregnant, that it had not happened for her and her husband yet … that she would absolutely like me to pray.

Ironically she had the same name as my daughter, whose conception was a miracle.  I explained the story to her, and laid my hand on her gently and prayed, as I felt led, asking God to do for her what He had done for me those 11 or so years earlier.

She got teary, and said thank you and I left, saying I would pop back in after our trip.

We went away, returned, and life went on as usual until about 3 months later, when I felt the gentle prompting to return to the store … to just wander through and see how she was getting on …

She was there and was serving a customer, so I waited.  When she was done she turned to me and said very quietly, that not even her family knew, but … yes … she was pregnant and she was overjoyed!

She went on to tell me how freaky the timing of my coming into the store that day had been, that her “fertile day” was the day after I had prayed, and that she had conceived that day (God had answered the prayer within 24 hours) … but as she spoke a shadow fell across her face and she said with great vulnerability that she was so frightened that what had been given would be taken away … she was frightened of a miscarriage and she searched my face for confirmation it would be ok …

“No pressure” I thought … but then I chose to step into the truth and told her that God is a Good God, a Kind God, and He does not give just to take away, and that He would not have had me stop to pray for her with that sort of freaky timing, just to allow the baby to die … and I told her so, and I asked if I could pray again …

Looking relieved she said “yes” and I gently laid my hand on her stomach, and prayed for that baby … I prayed that the baby would be healthy, full term, sleep well, and that the pregnancy would  be a blessed and easy one … the fear on her was palpable, but I felt it leave as I prayed and I said to her that when and if the fear returned she was to remind herself of her own testimony … and that God was all over this, that the baby was His own good idea and that the baby would be fine!

Oh faithful one that I am (and I say that with great Aussie irony!) because I did get into the car and start to intercede for her and the baby as I drove away … but as I did I felt a quiet confirmation in my spirit that all would be well and so in faith  I stopped and thanked Him for His loving kindness …

And yes, late last year, I drove past the store and I saw the sign in the window of the store …

It’s a baby boy!”

Purely and simply because …

God is Good!

 

 

 

More prayer in the ICU … His Little Princess … God is Good!

Kindy Teacher’s husband – praying in hospital and a balloon gift from God … Thursday 14th October 2010

Following on from the previous story, I called L in the afternoon to see how he had got on.  He had been diagnosed with double pneumonia, which had gone to the heart.  He also had oedema (swelling) from the knees down and was in the ICU unit in hospital. He said that after the prayer the night before he had experienced the “best sleep since being here”.  He said wanted me to come back when I could … and he asked would I come back that night…

I told him I had prayed through the night before – God had put him on my heart at 11pm and 4 am – and that many others had also been praying for him.

I knew I was tired from the night before.  It had been over an hours round trip driving the night before and I had got home late. It was also a logistical balancing act with my husband getting home and looking after the children for the bedtime routine with me walking out as soon as he walked in. The experience from the night before had stretched me emotionally … I had battled the fears and the doubts of “who did I think I was!” … and I was so very tired … but I felt God wanted me to … so I went back again to the hospital that night, still feeling apprehensive, but knowing that this was as much my journey as L’s.

I felt Psalm 3 was for him and told him so.  I felt God say “start at the feet”, so I asked if I could uncover his feet and I saw (and he confirmed) that the oedema had reduced somewhat.  He also said he had experienced a lovely night’s sleep the night before – very peaceful – and the breathing was better than it had been.

I laid hands on his feet and began to pray.  There was a very gentle anointing in the room.  As I prayed I “saw” him on a mountain side, walking, with angels either side of him and a mass of people behind him.  The scene started out as winter but changed into spring, with him breathing deeply.  I told him what I saw, I prophesied and prayed it in – he said nothing.  I ignored the nerves I felt, the doubts that niggled on the edge of my mind, the feeling of looking foolish and I chose to feel encouraged by what I “saw” and not go to “that place” of doubt.

He said he had pulled a muscle coughing and was in pain, so with his permission I laid my hand on the spot, and as I did so my hand got very hot – he said he felt the heat too.  I then read Psalm 3 over him, prayed it in and laid my hand on his chest.  Just as the night before, the coughing began and phlegm came up.  I sensed a penetration from Heaven of his chest (pin point needles of light going in to heal his lungs – I felt the tiny pin points, small and sharp on the back of my hand).  I told him what I “saw/felt” and again “prayed it in” thanking God for what was happening.   I then prayed until he stopped coughing and he took the oxygen tube off and rested it on his chest – leaving it there.

I then knew it was time to anoint him with oil – first on his forehead and then on the bottom of his feet declaring him healed from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet!  With this completed I tucked his feet back into his bed, told him to rest, go to sleep and I would leave quietly as I had the night before.  I felt awkward, but prayed until I felt God say “that’s enough” and I quietly left with him breathing gently, without the oxygen mask.

I walked out into the darkness of the night.  It was cold and had been blowing a storm.  As I walked to my car I saw a shiny pink object on the ground it was a small pink balloon on the ground.  I picked it up thinking how my little girl would love it, knowing it was from God, it had to be from God, for it to just happen to be there at that point in time given how windy the night had been. I lent down and picked it up.  I was tired, and felt fully stretched to my limits in terms of comfort … and as I picked the balloon up I saw written across it “A New Little Princess” with a picture of a crown.  As I saw the words I knew it was a message of encouragement for me, not my little girl.  It was a message from a loving Pappa encouraging me, letting me know He saw my tiredness, my being stretched, my discomfort as I grew … that I was His little Princess and although I was stretched to my limits I was still His little girl and He loved me … and it was then in the cold windy night that I knew without a doubt that this challenging time of stepping out into His promises for another was as much about me, and my identity as it was about L and his wife … God was proud of me, and He was telling me I was His Little Princess purely and simply 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!

Stopping for the one – destinies opened because God is Good!

I was out and about yesterday picking up something that I needed to complete a doona cover for my son … long story … I don’t sew, but God wanted me to make this cover, a prophetic covering for him … I have already completed my daughters…

In any case, I just needed a little more cord detail to collect so I could make the pillow cover, and hence I was up at the local shopping centre.

As I headed back I stopped by the store where I get my jeans.  I was not up to trying any on, so I chatted to the girl, and together we sorted out what I may need.  I made my purchase knowing I could return them if they were not quite right…

As we finished up, I sensed I needed to pray for the girl.  She said something about a “proper” job.  I queried her, saying she had a good job … nothing wrong with retail … and she said she had completed a university degree in a marketing field, but she didn’t know what she wanted to do yet.

I smiled saying I still didn’t know what I wanted to do yet, and I told her my qualifications, and said how I had indeed worked many years ago at a jeans shop, finished my qualifications, worked, become a mum and now in my forties, still didn’t know what I wanted to be when I grew up …

She smiled at that …

I offered to pray, she agreed, and I took her hand in mine, invited the Holy Spirit to come and, feeling the anointing flow, I declared her destiny open in the name of Jesus Christ.  I had explained to her how doors open for people over and over again after I pray this for people …

She looked at me quizzically as I prayed …

I then sensed to pray for provision for her and so I did and I said to her that I felt she was saving up for something.  She nodded. 

I said: “you’re saving up to go overseas, aren’t you?”. 

She nodded again, looking a little surprised, explaining she had friends in London … she wanted to go …

I prayed favour for her and resources, finance and open doors and I went to leave. 

As I left I said to her briefly: 

“Go.  Go overseas.  It will all open up for you.  Have a ball working overseas.  Even think about spending some time in New York …” and I mentioned how wonderful London and Europe was and I said how I wished I had travelled to New York to work when I was younger … what an amazing city it was …

I said again: “Go, you’ll have a marvellous time, and the rest will fall into place” …

And with that I left.

“So what?” You may ask … “you didn’t heal her, lead her to Christ, shake her world up, read ‘her mail'” … she didn’t shake, rock and roll …

Well I believe that the encounter was a way of God letting her know He was real, He cared, and He knew her … that all would be well … she got a “taste” of Heaven … a first kiss … a first delicious taste of Heaven and of a good God … and I do not believe she will ever forget …

Yes it’s a simple story, but one I figure worth sharing … for I believe that if we will all just stop for the one, encourage, pray and release the Kingdom of Heaven, as God directs, as our heart directs, as our compassion directs, that the world will change, atmospheres will change, lives will change and people will see that …

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 …

Destinies, dancing, and release … Part 2

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

We headed down the street chatting about the encounter at breakfast and talking about what our day would look like.

We quickly found our “shopping list items” and felt we had completed a successful shop … nothing like “bagging” your “items” quickly, without fuss and at sale prices! 

With purchases in hand we made our way back up the street, and with enough time for me to look, we stopped at a store that had caught my eye as we walked past that morning.  We checked our intentions to stop and look with God, and we entered the store. 

I tried on some things, relishing the fact I could do so without having to attend to the frequent toileting needs, hunger statements or whingeing of children in my change room; and, while changing I heard the girl serving me tell another customer that she was currently studying fashion design.  My ears pricked up …

I finally settled on a summer dress and cardigan and with little time to pay (we had a movie booked), I chatted to the girl as she bagged my items and took my payment.  As I waited, I again had that familiar sense that I needed to pray. 

I offered …

She said “yes …”

So I took her hand and invited the Holy Spirit to come. 

The anointing swept around us.

I looked at her and said “can you feel that?”

She could …

I blessed her and released favour over her and I quietly listened to God, for His prompting for her … for I wanted to pray His heart, not my so-called wisdom.  I heard and called her destiny open in the name of Jesus, asking if I could place my hand upon her.  I then placed my hand upon her arm and released a spirit of creativity over, around and within her and had a picture of her dancing.  As I looked at the vision of her dancing I just knew Heaven would release patterns, textures, fabric designs, fashion designs to her … textures in particular …

I asked her: “Do you dance?”

She did, and looked surprised that I had asked.  I told her what I saw and sensed, and I called forth what I saw … into her future, into her present, into her person and she gasped as I prayed the heart of God for her life, for her future.

I suggested she start to dance again, in private, and as she did she should shut her eyes and ask God where He was for her and ask Him for the release of the pictures to her of the fabrics, of the textures, and of the designs she would create … and I said they would come … that she would receive designs as she danced …  and I assured her that as she asked He would release …

I finished up, aware of timing, and she thanked me … stating how amazing it all was … a touch overwhelmed.  I looked at her and said that she would be great, she was called to be great, that her name would be known …

I said goodbye, with my purchases in hand, and again did not want to leave, just as I did not want to leave the other girl that same morning …

I wanted to see her live out her destiny, I wanted to walk with her, I wanted to encourage her, cheer her on, remind her of God’s word for her … but again, I knew I had done my part … I was to pray, decree, release the will of God, call forth the heart of God for her.  I was to declare her destiny open …

I reminded myself … I had released favour, I had released her into her God-given destiny … I had released creativity and I had suggested she dance as God desired … I had suggested she call on God to release the designs of Heaven (in all ways) for her life …

I noted her name as I left the store, her calling out “thank you so very much” and as I left I sensed, I knew, that she would be great, she was born for greatness … I just knew it!  Collette Dinnigan came to mind and I knew her name would be well-known, that she would become a well-known designer, that she would do well … and I knew that if God had His way with her life she would indeed fulfill her destiny, because …

God is Good!

… to be continued …

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