What will your next season look like? Today’s post on Truth Rejoices: “Beyond the Doorway”http://truthrejoices.com/
Today’s testimony by my dear friend Josette is a beautiful example of how God restores broken lives: “Rising from the Ashes” http://truthrejoices.com/
A little over a month ago, when the Lord told me to put my things in storage and move out of my apartment, I had no idea that He was going to send me into a season of fulfilling some of my heart’s desires.
Later this month I will be in Los Angeles for a Bethel conference. Then I will be going to Washington to see my daughter and her husband and my three adorable grandsons. (I can’t wait to hold my six-month-old grandbaby for the first time!) Currently, I am in Virginia visiting my oldest daughter and starting a Bible study for some of the women in her neighborhood. These have all been desires of my heart.
Today, the Lord fulfilled another of my heart’s desires. In 1986, my mother was healed of an incurable immune system disorder after receiving a word of knowledge while watching a show called the 700 Club. And in 1987, I was healed of a congenital heart murmur while watching the same show. Through the years, I saw many answers to prayer for family and friends after calling into their prayer line.
I had always wanted to watch the show live, but although I had been to Virginia twice, it had never worked out. Today, that changed. Not only were my daughter and I able to be in the audience during the airing of the show, after the broadcast, I presented Pat with a copy of my book. What a privilege it was to meet the man who’s obedience to the Lord had impacted my family in such an amazing ways!
Surely with God all things are possible!!!!
Have a blessed day,
Let me explain: In 2007, my X-rays showed that not only did I have lower back and neck issues, my hips were also twisted, with one being higher than the other. I was going to get chiropractic care then, but opted to wait. After that, one crisis after another took precedence, so I put chiropractic care on hold. Thankfully, whenever I was extreme pain for any period of time, God would always intervene, often through the prayers of others.
Once was in 2009. I had re-injured my lower back and couldn’t straighten up. I saw a chiropractor who told me to keep ice on my back and to not lift more than 5 pounds. He also told me that trying to adjust me was like trying to move cement and commented, “I could see you everyday and it wouldn’t be enough.” ( Not the answer I was hoping to hear!)
The next day I went to a ladies’ retreat with ice packs and a back support strapped to me. I’m not sure if it was the ice packs or the fact that I could only take baby steps, groaned intermittently, and couldn’t sit up straight, but women automatically came up and prayed for me. By night fall I was feeling better, and few weeks later I was pain free.
I figured that someday I would go back to the chiropractor, but I didn’t have insurance and life kept happening.
After moving to Texas in 2013, I had another set of X-rays taken. Again I planned on getting chiropractic care, but because of an extreme shoulder injury, it was not possible.
My hip pain continued to get worse, especially when exercising or standing up from a sitting position. I often felt as if I were being stabbed with a knife. While visiting in AZ this past March, I received prayer during a small Bible study. The pastor declared that I was healed and that my leg had grown out. I claimed my healing. The pain got much worse.
When I returned home I felt to go to the chiropractor. He had me lay down, examined me, and said that my right leg was shorter than my left. Then he showed me my X-rays and explained the problem with my hips. We talked about scheduling treatments for my back and neck, but I wasn’t able to at that time. He suggested that I wear a lift in my right shoe to help alleviate the hip pain. Shortly after I started wearing the lift, the pain lessened.
In August, some friends who I dearly love, prayed for me. At the time, I was being tested for thyroid cancer. I was so blessed to be so cared for and loved by them! That night they also prayed for my hips. I was encouraged to take the lift out of my shoe as evidence of trusting God. I did.
Within a few days, again the pain was awful. Within a week, it was so severe I couldn’t stand it. I kept praying, claiming my healing and saying, “Maybe it is hurting because my muscles have to adjust to the new positioning. I am not going to miss my miracle!” (Now let me insert here, that every time in the past I have experienced a miraculous healing, it was never because I was naming and claiming anything. I know Jesus heals! It has always seemed to be more about His timing, positioning of people in my life, and what God is dong in my heart. This time would be no different.
One morning, after I chastised myself for “my lack of faith” the Lord spoke to my heart, “Did I tell you to take the lift out of your shoe?” I hadn’t even asked Him when I took it out. He then told me to put it back in my shoe.
Later that evening, I laid down on the floor and asked my daughter if one of my legs was shorter than the other. “Yes, Mom,” she replied, “put the lift back in your shoe.” We had a really good talk about disappointments, and what happens when we think we have to prove God or prove our faith. I put the lift back in my shoe.
About two weeks later, I felt to go to hear a special speaker at a church in Flour Bluff. He and his wife lead a Christian motorcycle ministry. At the end of the service he asked people who had one leg shorter than the other to raise their hands. He commented that it wasn’t a leg problem, but a hip problem. There was a show of hands, including mine. He than began to pray for everyone at the same time. It felt as if someone was pulling on my right leg and twisting it. Then I felt tremendous pressure in my hips. My hips shifted, and my right leg began to shake. I said, “I’m not sure exactly what you are doing, but thank you, Lord.” I then heard the Lord say, “Now, take the lift out of your shoe.” I was hesitant because I didn’t want to be in pain again. But I did. I have not worn it since.
Last week, I went to a chiropractor who was offering discounted X-rays because I have had difficulty turning my head. He took full body X-rays. When he was discussing treatment for my neck I noticed that my hips were straight in the X-ray. I was so excited I blurted out, “Look! My hips are straight!” He looked at me like I was nuts. “You don’t understand!” I continued, “They weren’t that way before! I have X-rays to prove it!”
I have now gone over the old and new X-rays with both chiropractors. They both are amazed! The Christian chiropractor agrees that God healed me, the pre-believer congratulated me on my luck. God is up to something!
Last month, when I put the lift back in my shoe, I had no idea that God would shorty move Heaven and earth and lift me to a new place in my relationship in Him. I am in awe of what He has done and is still doing! I am so thankful for divine appointments and especially for everyone who has faithfully prayed for me. God is always up to something. There is no telling what He will do next!
Everything is possible with God. -Mark 10:27 (NLT)
Have a Blessed Day!
“In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. The earth was without form, and void; and darkness was on the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God was hovering over the face of the waters.” Genesis1:1-2 (NKJV.)
For some time, I have been praying about a couple of situations which have been both challenging and heartbreaking. A few days ago I felt like throwing in the towel. In my frustration I cried out, “God, you have got to do something!” Genesis 1:2 came to mind. Then in my heart I heard: “Trust me. I am hovering.” Over the next two days things got worse. Every time I started to react, God would remind me that He was in control, and He continued to speak to my spirit: “I am hovering.” Although I didn’t know what He was doing or when He was going to do it, the simple words reassured me that although my situation seemed empty and dark, He was at work in ways which I couldn’t see. Tonight God spoke to and moved a mountain. Thank you, Lord, for hovering!
At the dawn of creation, when the earth was without form and cloaked in darkness, God was hovering. What had been created in His mind would soon be created through His words. As He hovered over the face of the waters, He was getting ready to replace nothing with everything—light would pierce the darkness, heavenly bodies would be set in orbit, land and vegetation would appear, living creatures would swim and run and fly upon the earth, and man would receive His very breath. Yes, God was hovering.
In the dark, empty seasons of our lives we might feel neglected or abandoned, but God is hovering. As the Spirit of God hovered over the face of the waters at the birthing of the world, He is hovering over the face (surface) of the waters of our lives. You and I may only see the surface, but God is moving in ways which we do not understand. As a mother hen broods over her chicks God is brooding over us—protecting us, teaching us, and nurturing us. Yes, He is hovering. What is in His mind will soon be created through His words. He is preparing us and making preparations for us, because He is getting ready to speak—speak to our hearts, speak into our lives and speak to our circumstances. Praise God! He is hovering.
May you be abundantly blessed!
This morning, an old friend mentioned that her daughter missed reading my posts. Hmmm. I didn’t realize anyone was disappointed I hadn’t written a blog in a while. It’s not that I haven’t had anything about which to blog. I have made notes concerning ideas for future blogs and books on just about everything from journals on my computer to grocery store receipts. But I have been so busy caring for sick family members, investing in new relationships, and getting my book ready for publication, that I put my blog on hold for a bit. Guess I should have written a blog to inform my readers that I wouldn’t be blogging until after the new year, except maybe for Christmas….and New Years…and …well who knows.
Actually, I am excited about some of the ideas the Lord has given me for future blogs. I am also excited about some future adventures He has put in my heart. The first being a trip North Carolina I will be taking to see my sons and daughter-in-law. Spending time with my children is something I never take for granted. My youngest son came for visit in September. Since he had been stationed overseas, I hadn’t seen him in almost three years. My oldest son will be returning from Afghanistan this week. I haven’t seen him in almost two years. Although it’s a rare occurrence, both of my sons are now stationed on the same base. Thank you, Jesus!
I also plan on visiting my youngest daughter and her husband and my grand babies in Washington. I don’t know how the provision for the trips etc will work out, but God does. If it is His will, it will be His bill.
Once again, I saw evidence of this the other night when a Christian brother gave me a twenty dollar bill wrapped around a money order for over a hundred dollars. The twenty was an answer to a specific prayer (I will write about it later), and the money order was for my trip. Before I announced it during the study that night, he didn’t even know I was going on a trip or that I had been praying for “trip money.” But God knew.
North Carolina here I come! But first I have to find caregivers for Mom and my special needs sis Judy, line up people to bring meals for three weeks, figure out how to network my computer to Dad’s so I can do his office work from another state, take Judy to the rest of her doctor and dental appointments, attend a few Christmas get-togethers, pack ect. Did I mention I needed to work on my book? Yep. Looks like you won’t be hearing from me again until Christmas. Until then take hold of all God has for you, count your blessings, and expect the unexpected!
Since I grew up living in the somedays, it took years until I learned to live in the todays, (see Jan. 17th 2010 blog about manna for each day.) But during my last trip to Texas, situations changed so rapidly, I jokingly told a relative one day, “I’ve learned how to live in the todays, now I’m learning how to live in the timinutes.” As soon as I said it, though, I realized it wasn’t a joke…it was reality.
Where everything can change and usually does in minutes. On June 7, Mom didn’t wake up from her nap. She was air-vacced to San Antonio and put on life support….her diagnosis—meningitis and pneumonia. During a period of two months, Mom was on life support 3 times. At times, I felt like I was on a roller coaster. She would be doing so well and then someone’s mistake, a drug reaction, or a new infection would send her back to ICU. I got to the point I didn’t know what to pray. She was suffering so much. One minute Mom is talking, the next she is aspirating and choking because a nurse forgot to crush her meds. One minute she’s sleeping, the next she is coding because someone gave the wrong meds. One minute I’m sitting in her room letting her go, the next the Lord is stirring my spirit to speak the miracles of the Bible over her and pray for her to live. One minute she is on life support, the next she is breathing on her own. One minute the docs are saying there is no hope, the next they are amazed at her recovery. One minute we were discussing her funeral, the next we are planning her homecoming.
In the midst of trials, we oftentimes, want long term answers. But all we really need is direction for the minute. Lord, what do I do now? What do I pray now? What do I say now? So what was I to pray in timinutes for Mom? Sometimes it was for breath, once it was for hemorrhaging to stop, sometimes it was to clear up infections, sometimes it was for peace, and twice it was to let her go (that was more for me.) Sometimes, God would send others not just to pray for Mom, but for me. Sometimes he sent friends to get me out of the situation completely. I never knew when I was going to get a text saying “Can you be ready in 10 minutes?” Sometimes it was to pray with others and go on some “God adventures.” Other times, it was just to relax. Whether I was sleeping on the nursing home floor, or in a hospital chair, or on a couch; or weather I was walking along the bayfront at 1:00 a.m., seeing relatives I hadn’t seen in 40 years, or speaking to a group of ladies, or revisting broken places, God was orchestrating it all…as He was teaching me not just to live for the day…but for the minute.
The other night was another timinte. My brother called at 2:30 a.m. Mom had respiratory failure and was being transported via ambulance back to the hospital. I remember thinking. “Lord, not life support again! Maybe we shouldn’t intervene this time?” I called my sis and then asked God what to pray. “Pray for her to have breath. Pray the Holy Spirit breaths for her.” So I did. Shortly after Mom arrived at the hospital she began breathing normally. If there was an obstruction, it was gone. After numerous tests, the doc could find nothing wrong, and she was released. I don’t know how long Mom is going to take to recover. I don’t even no if she will fully recover. I don’t know the days of her life. But I do know— for that minute, God said, “Pray for breath.” And that’s all I needed to know.
May the Lord Bless you with His grace and wisdom; not just today, but in every minute of the day!