May 2, 2023 3:11 am, 3:33 am


One analogy came to my mind as I pondered and sorted images of what was tumbling about in my mind early this morning: atoms banging together.

One thought leading to the next and the next thought leading to another and on it went for more than an hour, quickly jotting notes and more notes, until the revelation came clearly to one image.

Note: I research everything as God downloads a message. I thought the analogy of atoms banging together was amazing as I see everything in picture form this became an interesting analogy to this message, so I did my usual bit of research on Google. Atoms banging together literally mean “exchange interaction”. Well, we will see how the collision of pieces of information that God rapidly downloaded this morning will formulate into a clear picture of what He said. Nuclear fusion (Google: not be confused with nuclear fission: fusion creates a heavier atom, fission divides creating multiple smaller atoms.)

Notes from this morning’s revelation:

3:11 awoke clear minded. The 11 was a signal to pray. Prayed until 3:33 am. I knew God was speaking to pay attention. Opened to Malachi. Read randomly and sensed I was to read complete book. Revelation after revelation began to download. Cross referencing back and forth. The spirit of Elijah immerged powerfully. Research Elijah… More downloads, more cross-referencing. Much banging about: one revelation into another, one character into another. Larger and larger came the revelation. The spirit of Elijah, clearer and clearer.

1. “I will send Elijah to turn the hearts of the fathers to the children and the children to the fathers”

2. Elijah shall come

3. 1 Kings 17

4. 1 Kings 18:38-39

5. Mal 4:5-6

6. 2 Kings 3:11, 9.36, 10:10, 17

7. 2 Chron 21:12-15

8. Matt 11:14 John the Baptist (no signs and wonders)

9. 2 Kings 2:14

10. Elijah to Elisha (mighty signs and wonders0

11. Luke 4:24-27

12. Jezebel

13. Elijah sent to show Israel the evil of their ways and to encourage them to return to the Lord

14. The widow’s oil and flour never went dry (Make me a little cake first?)

15. Fast 40 days and 40 nights

16. Matt 17:1-4

17. Bible meaning of the #3 = divine wholeness, completeness, perfection (a bride without spot or wrinkle) 2023!

A great move of the Holy Spirit in this hour to bring many to the revelation of salvation on the one hand, restore the backslidden and on the other a call to repentance for God’s people (revival). Fear of the Lord! Number 1!

***unfolding of this encounter with God, the Father to be posted over the next days….


Belles Palsy? Demodex?

(Undiagnosed circa 1985?)

This condition was never identified or diagnosed by a physician, so I am only able to describe what was happening and leave the rest to God. I know I was healed by Jesus stripes. I know also by this time in my faith walk that there was more going on in my body than just the regular sicknesses and infirmities. I understood from the teachings we received during that time that I was likely dealing with a spirit of infirmity. Also, if you know your Bible you understand quickly that Satan can cause infirmities and plagues. One thing was healed and immediately I was afflicted with another sickness or infirmity.

I awoke one morning and noticed that the right side of my nose was itchy. This continued through to the following day. Then I noticed that the itching had traveled across my face to my ear. Then I noticed that my face seemed to be drooping on the right side. Then the itching traveled around to the side of my left nostril. Then I was concerned!

Time to take some offensive action. How I proceeded from here I do not have recorded in a journal, but I know there were definite steps I would have taken to get whatever it was out of my body. My husband sometimes prayed for me, so I would have had him lay hands on me and pray. (It was prophesied by the presbytery to him that he had a gift of healing, but he was reluctant to pray for people. Although he would pray for me if I asked him and I noticed that each time he did pray for me I was healed. He was a little stuck in pride, I think…what if they aren’t healed and I look like a fool? Wish he had pursued his gift further. Our gifts are without repentance. God gives us several gifts as He wills. In other words God doesn’t get mad at you for not fully understanding what He has given to you and punish you by taking the gift back. I think it saddens Him when we don’t embrace our gifts He has given to us by the Holy Spirit. These gifts are not for our boasting, but are given in order to strengthen the brethren and those God places in our path to help along the way.)

So, having clarified the healing gifting a bit further…. I likely asked my husband to lay hands on me and pray and I would also have gone forward in Church and have the elders lay hands on my and pray.   I would also do my part in taking whatever authority I believed (faith) I had.

I have just researched Belles Palsy and Demodex and neither completely match the symptoms. When I shared with someone at the time what I was experiencing, especially when my face began to droop, they thought it might be mites, as they had heard of a similar condition in someone else. That is when we would go after any creeping thing that might be traveling through my face. Also, we would take authority over my body and command all necessary muscles, nerves and structures to function properly, in Jesus Name. I believe firmly that Jesus has given us authority over everything that creeps on the earth, under the earth and over the earth and that includes our bodies. If you can command your dog to sit and he obeys, then you can command your body to come into agreement with the Word of God and it must obey! Our body is just a host for our soul; it must come into subjection to the Word of God.

Jesus came to give us life and that more abundantly (John 10:10). The devil came to rob, kill and destroy our life. Jesus was wounded for our transgressions, bruised for our iniquities (Isa 53:5), the chastisement of our peace was upon Him and with His stripes we are healed. Amen! Remember…when I gave my life to Jesus, I committed to believe it al—or non of it. When I read the Word, I know I am encountering a living, breathing, power that was sent to give me life and that more abundant! Forget not all His benefits (Psa 103:1-5), who forgives all of our sins and heals ALL of our diseases. Amen! I could go on here and fill pages with what I have seen and heard of Jesus power and love and mercy to heal all who come to Him, believing He is. Just one more detail comes to mind that I think I should address…the subject of sin. If you have sinned, confess your sin. He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and cleans us from all unrighteousness (1John 1:9). Done. No more arguing with God that you can’t be healed because you have sinned. And don’t allow others to put that on you. God does not lie!!! Ever!!! If He says it. That settles it. Confess your sins one to another and He will forgive you your sins! More in the next testimony….

In any case within days of watching my face droop a little more and a little more, I was completely healed! Any sin would have been confessed, my husband prayed over me, the elders prayed over me and I BELIEVED His Word. We would have taken authority over my body, the devil and any creeping thing that may have decided to use my body as a host. The itching was gone, my face returned to normal…except…

Something I have noticed about each of my healings…there is always a little reminder left in my body…I think this is the Lord’s way of reminding me of His works on my behalf. I never forget what He has done for me. One thing remained from the collapse of my face. The right nostril remains partly collapsed even today, causing me to pull up that side of my face at night in order to breath properly. I thank the Lord for His reminder of what could have resulted had He not healed me. Thank You, dear Lord Jesus.

Creeping things: This testimony that came from our pastor never left my remembrance. His father was a physician. He shared with his family that our immune system must give permission to whatever enters the body to use the body as a host to support its life.  With this information in mind I have always taken authority over my immune system to detect and recognize any harmful, invading organism and destroy it. I actually see this image as I pray. In fact, I see most things in image form….part of the “seers” gift, I am told.

I think this testimony has brought a lot more clarity to why and how Jesus heals me so often. It has a lot to do with revelation knowledge of Him, His Word and how the measure of faith He has given to me fits into His scheme of things. He is my great Physician. Amen! (Believe it all or believe non of it!)

PS  47 years ago this week I encountered Jesus in the White Rock Library! Hallelujah!  What a fantastic journey. Still learning, still believing, still loving to watch Him work around the world. He is coming soon. Do not let your faith fail. He knows your struggles. It is written in His Word. Hold on. Do not let go of what you know and what you have seen and heard in your walk with Jesus. No more tears, no more sickness, disease or infirmity. No more sorrow and sighing when you join with the multitude in Heaven and rejoice in His glorious presence. Amen! Amen! Amen!

HAPPY EASTER, everyone. Just a small glimpse of what you will see at His coming!!!



A response to questions and concerns.

This is not about a healing today…but perhaps it is…

About my faith, belief, coming to Jesus, receiving salvation through Jesus Christ, I will first share my salvation testimony again here.

It was almost exactly 47 years today that I sat in the White Rock Library, reading one of my mother’s “positive thinking” exhortations that she regularly sent me with instructions not to throw them away if I wasn’t interested, but put them away for another time. This envelope contained the usual Helen Steiner Rice encouraging booklet and a book: The Power of Positive thinking, by Dr Norman Vincent Peale. She didn’t know but I always read everything she sent me. I decided to read the book there in the library.

Now, I need to set the scene here before I tell you what I came across in the book.  My mother was raised on the 10 Commandments. She was raised by her grandmother after her mother abandoned her and her two brothers and of course, her father. My mother was 3 when her mother left them. So her grandmother took on 3 more kids after raising 6 of her own, and a drunken son.  They were all raised on all the thou shalt nots. The only ones that did not grasp the message were my mother’s two brothers; they decided to follow their father in the pubs and fights and worklessness.  My mother on the other hand had a strong knowledge that God existed and He was interested in her and what she asked of Him. She raised us three kids on the same 10 commandments. That meant a lot of instruction and discipline. My mother was a disciplinarian and expected, while her children lived under the same roof, they respected her instruction. I learned obedience and a desire to do things right, although I did stray away from my mother’s teachings for many years…until the day in the library.

I had just recovered from one divorce and heading into my second. I wanted nothing more than to have a happy  life, whatever that looked like. I sat in the library that day reading Dr Peale’s book, actually hoping there might be some sort of insight to help me keep my marriage together. Somewhere, as I was reading, the author suggested for those struggling with life issues that they might consider becoming a Christian and knowing Jesus. I stopped reading, closed my eyes, and asked, “Are You really there?” INSTANTLY!!!! I WAS ENVELOPED IN AN AMAZING PRESENCE! IN A PUBLIC LIBRARY, NO LESS! I knew immediately that this powerful presence was Jesus. He really did exist! I sat motionless for some time, thinking that if I moved the wonderful presence would leave. I don’t know how long I was sitting there. There were other people reading magazines and moving about. I was not aware of any movement or people as the presence continued to envelope me. I opened my eyes and decided I needed to go and find a Bible. I found a local Christian book store that I was aware of on the main street on the way in to White Rock. I found myself the biggest, red letter Bible I could find. I did not stop reading that Bible for 4 years. I started reading my Bible first thing in the morning and kept reading all day, every day. Just before my husband came home I would hide my Bible. I didn’t want him to have what I had just discovered! Nasty little thing that I was. During those 4 years I experienced an incredible anointing of revelation knowledge. Every day, I received revelation, after revelation so that I could hardly bare to keep reading, it was so much to contain and absorb. I could not stop reading though. This continued for 4 years, and then the Lord, through His word, instructed me to find a church. I referred to the, then, Yellow Pages to see what kind of churches there were. I was only familiar with the United Church and Anglican Church, but somehow I knew that there was more than what I had heard there. The only one thing that I could think of as I chose a church was “Did they fully immerse when baptizing?” I wanted to be baptized and that was all I knew. I did not want to be “sprinkled”. I made phone calls, asking the question…of

all the questions I could have asked, “Did they fully immerse?” (Makes me laugh thinking about how I went about finding a church. The Lord does have a sense of humor.) I spoke to a nice lady at the Seventh Day Adventist Church and she ensured me that they did fully immerse. They met on Saturdays, so off I went all by myself to attend the Seventh Day Adventist Church. (I assume my husband was golfing.)

As I was driving down the main street, I noticed a building on my right. I had a strong prompting to turn in to that building. It was a former pub converted to a new church. I noticed there were cars in the parking lot and somewhat cautiously entered the building. There were assorted young people gathered, some playing guitars, some rehearsing worship songs and just a general happy bunch. I approached one of the guys standing in the isle strumming something on his guitar and asked the big question, explaining that I was looking for a church. “Do you fully immerse?” I asked. A little chuckling broke out and the young man responded with a big smile, “Yes, we fully immerse. Why don’t you join us tomorrow?” So I did. I had tried to sneak out of the house without my husband, but not long after the service started he appeared beside me, arms folded across his chest with a somewhat, “Caught you, didn’t I?” smug look on his face. THE REST IS HISTORY LOL, LOL!  Praise You, Lord Jesus. I give You all the praise and all the glory! Oh, how You love us! Thank You, Father for this wonderous, glorious walk with You for over 47 years. Amen. More, Lord! More! Amen.

God sets the solitary in families; He brings out those who are bound into prosperity; But the rebellious dwell in a dry land.  Psa 68:6

And I will give you pastors according to mine heart, which shall feed you with knowledge and understanding.  Jer 3:15

Which of you men, if you had one hundred sheep, and lost one of them, wouldn’t leave the ninety-nine in the wilderness, and go after the one that was lost, until he found it? When he has found it, he carries it on his shoulders, rejoicing. Matt 18:12

#8 cont’ Part II I AM INSTRUCTED:

Well, this is going to be short. As I moved forward, recording each healing and watching the responses on my ad page I was quite amazed at the haha icon responses. As I browsed through each person’s profile who had left a haha icon I was amazed to see that many were of like profiles and connections in life. I am doing a sincere work here to reach any and all walks of people in hope that their lives will somehow be impacted with hope and lifted faith in God as they read the amazing acts that Jesus has done on my behalf. One must agree that to be miraculously healed over 25 x is worth taking note of!

I have deleted each person’s profile in order that no one would cause them any embarrassment. I am sorry to see so many without any more hope than what they see in front of them. I was there once myself as you can see in my above testimony. I now have a list of people I am so privileged to pray for each day.

Once, when I objected to God that I could not write what He INSTRUCTED because I was a woman, and what man would listen to what I had to say. HE INSTRUCTED ME  “Go with the heart of a mother.” That evening, I opened my Bible directly to Prov 31. It was a wow moment as I UNDERSTOOD what he was telling me as I  saw the heart of a Queen instructing her son. Wow! Since then, when He INSTRUCTS me to write, I don’t argue with Him. I UNDERSTAND….

God is doing a mighty work on the earth right now, taking away stony hearts and replacing them with hearts of flesh, hearts of understanding….

A new heart also will I give you, and a new spirit will I put within you: and I will take away the stony heart out of your flesh, and I will give you an heart of flesh. Ezek 36: 26 KJV

His Holy Spirit is moving upon a multitude of lives and changing lives.

Multitudes, multitudes in the valley of decision: for the day of the LORD is near in the valley of decision. The sun and the moon shall be darkened, and the stars shall withdraw their shining. Joel 3:14

His Name is magnified above all principalities and powers and rulers of darkness on this earth.

 The eyes of your understanding being enlightened; that ye may know what is the hope of his calling, and what the riches of the glory of his inheritance in the saints, And what is the exceeding greatness of his power to us-ward who believe, according to the working of his mighty power Which he wrought in Christ, when he raised him from the dead, and set him at his own right hand in the heavenly places Far above all principality, and power, and might, and dominion, and every name that is named, not only in this world, but also in that which is to come: Eph 1:18-21 (also Eph 6:12)

Do you know He laughs at the nations plots….

Why do the nations rage, And the people plot a vain thing? The kings of the earth set themselves, And the rulers take counsel together, Against the LORD and against His Anointed, saying, “Let us break Their bonds in pieces And cast away Their cords from us.” He who sits in the heavens shall laugh; The Lord shall hold them in derision. Psa 2:1-4 KJV

This section was entitled: I AM INSTRUCTED

Well, He has instructed me regarding this topic. “Let your yes be yes and your no be no.”

But let your communication be, Yea, yea; Nay, nay: for whatsoever is more than these cometh of evil  Matt 5:37

And He, bearing His cross, went out to a place called the Place of a Skull, which is called in Hebrew, Golgotha, where they crucified Him, and two others with Him, one on either side, and Jesus in the center. Now Pilate wrote a title and put it on the cross. And the writing was:


Then many of the Jews read this title, for the place where Jesus was crucified was near the city; and it was written in Hebrew, Greek, and Latin. Therefore the chief priests of the Jews said to Pilate, “Do not write, ‘The King of the Jews,’ but, ‘He said, “I am the King of the Jews.” ’ ” Pilate answered, “What I have written, I have written.”  John 10:17-22  NKJV

I have been INSTRUCTED by the Holy Spirit/God/Jesus to not change a word of what was written in the ad…or attempt to explain what was written there. He instructed me as He has for over 45 years, and I have written what He instructed me to write. Keep moving forward. Keep reading. There is more to come. Amen.


Healings #7 and #8:    


Jer 17:14Heal me, O Lord, and I shall be healed; save me, and I shall be saved: for thou art my praise.

This healing resulted in my decision to wholly rely on Jesus for any unusual disorder, disease or sickness. That is, I either lived or died. Either Jesus does what He says He does or I’m out of here…. Also, it refers to any disorder or injury or sickness that required invasive or lengthy medical procedures. I had just watched my mother almost tortured to death by seemingly constant medical programs and procedures in an attempt to keep her alive. She ended her life completely focused on doctors and what they could do to keep her alive. I was with her when she died. She had taken a small apartment across from the Victoria hospital in order to be quickly available for medical attention in an emergency. She was not doing well and called me, asking if I could come from the mainland to spend the weekend with her. The nurses were on strike at the time and her doctor had advised that if there was an emergency not to go to the hospital as there was no staff available to take care of her. She was given morphine to take at her discretion if she had a problem. My mother was too concerned of becoming drug dependent and would not take the meds. I was with her for several days. She was not feeling well at all and expressed that she thought she would die soon. I don’t know why I couldn’t believe she would die, she was only 67 years old. My husband and I had recently even purchased a house with a nice bright, spacious walk-out basement suite and adjoining garden where we had planned to have our parents come and live when they were ready.  It was all too late.

On the third day of my stay with my mother, I slipped out to do a little shopping. As I came from the grocery store there was a man sitting on the sidewalk playing a violin. I stopped and watched him for an uneasy moment. My Grandfather, my mother’s father, had played the violin and it was quite strange to hear considering the circumstances. I slowly loaded my groceries into the car and left. I was actually nervous about returning to the little apartment after listening to the violin. I was concerned that it was a sign that my mother was no longer with us.

When I entered the apartment I went straight to the bedroom and found my mother stiffened on her back clutching her fists. Her eyes were open staring at the ceiling. She had obviously died in pain. No one was with her when she passed. I approached her bedside, closed her eyes and embraced her, telling her how sorry I was and how much I loved her. My very best friend had just died and I could do nothing to save her. I miss her even today. T.I.M.E….

A wonderful, merciful thing happened after I returned home. In a dream I was with my mother in her apartment, but there was an adjoining room where all my family members were gathered also to be with her. She had not died alone, nor was I alone. I awoke enveloped in a peace.

Later, when I developed the digestive problem, I remembered how my mother had died, having such hope in her doctors and hospitals. She had even allowed her triple bypass surgery to be recorded for university classes, hoping she had contributed something meaningful to others. Now, I was the one faced with a multitude of medical procedures in an attempt to discover what had happened to my stomach.

The symptoms and procedures:

At the beginning, I noticed I developed a sudden little, but sharp, pain in my chest, like I was having a heart attack. I recall the first time it happened: I was actually in church and noticed a sudden sharp little startling pain. I didn’t say anything to anyone as I was having a problem with my digestion and thought it was likely gas built up under the heart. Literally, a gas pain. However, this symptom became a signal—I would awake in

the night with the same symptom and begin to erupt with gas and chest pain. This continued for hours, generally about 4 hours. I would get up and go outside and walk up and down the sidewalk for hours in the night. I could feel when it subsided enough that I could return to my bed and sleep for several hours before my day began. I consulted my physician, a young doctor with little experience yet. He thought I should take tranquilizers, stating that I was likely under emotional strain. No thank you doc! I did not take brain pills. I liked a clear mind at all times. This horrible thing continued at night, but now it interfered with eating any foods. I sometimes went for several weeks without eating in order to avoid the painful symptoms. As soon as I ate a meal it all rose up again, keeping me awake for days and making it impossible to eat anything substantial. Perhaps I was able to drink juices or something, I do not recall.

More doctors. Just a couple of procedures that brought me to the decision of either I lived or died, either Jesus healed or He didn’t. I was not going to be tortured to death like my mother. And I sincerely meant it. The last couple of doctor’s exams: I was brought a large milkshake glass filled with a thick pink substance that I understood was barium (?) and told to drink it. Then I was ushered in to the x-ray room strapped to a slab by my ankles and tipped on a 90 degree angle, (upside down) and x-rayed, resulting in no diagnosis. Not fun. Then I met with a bowel specialist and had a nasty little invasive procedure performed, resulting in no diagnosis. Not nice… The final straw came when my specialist informed me that they would have to take a camera in through the bowel and investigate what was happening. NO THANK YOU! That was it!

Heal me, O LORD, and I shall be healed; save me, and I shall be saved: for thou art my praise Jer 17:14

There was surely a sudden shift in my faith that I could make such a decision. Remember, the Lord visited me, no one led me to Him or had me say a special prayer. I had been walking with Him for a number of years. I learned to know when He spoke to me. He did not disappoint.  A rhema word, at last!

After two days will he revive us: in the third day he will raise us up, and we shall live in his sight. Hoseah 6:2 

 I drank, literally, gallons of antacids of various kinds, constantly seeking solutions and trying to figure out what had happened to my digestion, what worked only temporarily and what exacerbated the situation. Now all that mattered was God spoke to me that He was going to heal me. By Jesus stripes I would be healed. Amen! Now I could rest and watch for the opportunity to respond to His amazing promise. It would happen very soon. I had now suffered almost exactly 3 years. It is recorded in one of my journals the exact day it started and the exact day I was healed.

I had arranged to go to my family farm to have a visit with my father. I had not slept for 24 hours. I awoke Sunday morning and decided I would attend church This church was established some years earlier when my husband and I joined our pastor for 2 years traveling back and forth for a church planting, which all began in my parents living room. My mother was still an amazing cook and always prepared generously for all who traveled with us. What an honour to have a “church planting” in my family’s home. It remains alive and prosperous today, almost 45 years! Another amazing story….

I have heard your prayer, and I have seen your tears. I will certainly heal you. On the third day from now you will go up to the House of the Lord  2 Kings 20:5

 I was early for the service which is normal for me. I like to sit alone in the sanctuary before people arrive and worship the Lord in silence. Often there is worship music playing or the musicians are rehearsing and I sing along with them. Anyway, as I sat alone a lady came up and asked if I would like to join their pre-service prayer meeting. I was honored and we moved to the back room joining about 4 others. The pastor asked each one to pray for someone that needed the Lord’s help, then he came to me. All I told him was that I wasn’t sleeping well. He prayed, we returned to the sanctuary and joined the service.

I left for home the following morning, taking one of the BC Ferries back to the mainland, a 3 hour trip. I quickly fell asleep, something I never do when traveling anywhere. I awoke just as we entered the terminal. That felt good. I hadn’t slept so sound for years. As soon as I arrived home I went straight to bed and slept for 3 days!!!! I got up absolutely 100% healed! Amen! Jesus, we give You all the praise and all the glory! Amen.

If you are wondering where my husband was during these times I traveled about alone, he was a regional manager for a large Canadian lumber distributor and was often gone to the east coast for 3 or 4 days at a time. Things returned to normal for us once more. Bless the wonderful works of Jesus, our Lord, Savior and Great Physician!

I would like to talk about several other points here but will wait for another post: rhema words and why I seemed to be just healed from one thing and another arose….

Oh, yes, I did discover what the doctors had not considered. Within the year it was necessary to take an antibiotic for a respiratory infection (Now I contracted flu the same as a normal person, the once a year flu season). No one had ever told me that one should drink a full glass of water with an antibiotic. Thus, I was popping the pill with only a small sip of water. With the severe recuring sinus infection that I shared earlier, I had been on meds repeatedly for about 3 months. THUS THE DAMAGE TO MY STOMACH! I once again had difficulty digesting! This led me quicky to research and investigate natural remedies. I found that it was very necessary to restore the stomach digestive enzymes and flora. (Hope I got that right.) Anyway, over a period of time I learned to drink at least 8 oz of water each time I took a med AND eat and a LARGE meal with each tablet,  and I was now taking acidophilus while I was on antibiotics. This soon became my routine when taking drugs! Needles to say my weight control was difficult to maintain as for some reason, after a week of eating high fatty foods I found it difficult to go back to a small diet.  LESSON LEARNED!

DRINK LOTS OF WATER WITH YOUR ANTIBIOTICS AND TAKE AN ACIDOPHILUS & BIFIDUS DIGESTIVE AID BETWEEN MEDS  (If you take the acidophilus with your meds, the antibiotic will just kill the millions of little helpers!)

8. I AM INSTRUCTED: coming Mar 14/23


Healings 5 and 6:    


Laughter works good like a medicine!

“A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit drieth the bones.”  KJV

5. Let’s start with my left fractured shoulder:

I was living in a small community at the time, writing my first book (2004-05?), Voices Crying in the Wilderness, A call to prophesy. One morning I was rushing about doing some errands. Everything was within walking distance once I made it to town. One of my favorite haunts was the bakery. I scooted along my way to collect a few of my favorite yummys. There was a bit of a step up over the broken pavement onto the bakery driveway. I attempted a quick hop up over the little ledge. Bang! Down I went heading face-first onto the elevated driveway; I had caught my foot on the broken pavement. In a quick attempt, in mid air, not to go face first, I tried a roll on my left shoulder. That was clearly not a success. Pain shot through my left shoulder as I hit the pavement, causing an instant crying out. I could not get up on my own. A local lady was passing in her car as I fell, turned around and came to my aid. She kindly helped me to my feet and drove me to the local hospital. There I sat groaning uncontrollably. There seemed to be no position I could sit that relieved the pain. I was soon ushered in for x-rays. A doctor arrived to do an examination and give me the news. It appeared on the x-ray that there was a hairline fracture (not to be confused with a “stress hairline fracture”.) The pain continued to pierce my left shoulder.

The Physician arranged for a morphine shot and expounded that with such a fracture he was sending me to a city hospital for treatment. I responded that I would like my sister to come and pray for my shoulder before I took any pain meds or went anywhere. I did not take medications of any kind and preferred not to start with this situation. The doctor and staff were quite interested in my request. (I thought they would likely have some knowledge of my sister’s evangelistic and healing ministry as she was constantly praying for people that Jesus healed instantly. One quick account of her fearlessness to pray for people—She was driving in to town one day and stopped to help a lady who’s vehicle had broken down on the road. The lady was on her way to the doctor as her son was experiencing an asthma attack and it was urgent. My sister’s response was Oh, Jesus will heal him. Let’ pray! The mother was very grateful for any prayer and thanked my sister. My sister laid hand on the boy, prayed (in whatever manner she thought was needed at the moment) and the boy was instantly healed! He never had asthma again after that day. We give Jesus all the praise and all the glory! Amen. A little while later the lady called my sister and told her that her husband was so amazed how his son was completely healed that he gave his life to Jesus and they now attended one of the local churches and were very happy! Double whammy! Praise Your Holy Name, Lord Jesus!

Back to my fractured shoulder. My sister worked at my brother’s garbage station at the base of the hill that led up to the hospital, about a 4 minute walk. She received any local garbage and heaved it up into a dump truck. She was dressed for such an occasion. One of the nurses sped down the hill and retrieved my sister. Everyone was very interested in this whole idea and stood around me waiting for the results of my sister’s prayers. She laid her hand lightly on my shoulder (I continued to groan from the pain. The needle with the morphine was laid neatly out on a little table near my bed ready to administer.) and prayed. I don’t remember her words, but! In the mighty Name of Jesus I was healed on the spot!!!

More on this healing…as my sister prayed the groaning pain immediately left. However, I continued to have

some pain, so she prayed again. This time I could move my arm freely around and above my head. Everyone was amazed. The attending physician thought we should do another x-ray just to make sure…. The image was clear…no hairline fracture was now evident on the image. My first confirmed by a physician healing! Hallelujah! Praise You Jesus!

Oh, there is more. I have found over the years that God always has a lesson for me in situations such as this. When I returned to my rented house everything was great. I was so joyfully praising the Lord for His amazing love and grace. But He wasn’t quite finished with me. Each night I noticed I had pain if I laid on my left side. I couldn’t understand why I would have pain after He had just healed me.

It was New Year’s eve and the pain was keeping me awake. I asked the Lord why I was having pain in that shoulder. He spoke a word to me I will never forget. “I will not share my glory with another.” (Isa 42:8 comes to mind at the moment.) This shocked me until I reviewed the incident and shamefully realized that I had given my sister the glory for my healing. Not deliberately, but in all the excitement of the staff and the doctor. Comments like, “We need to hire you!” We all laughed and agreed. The credit and attention was given to a gift my sister possessed…and not The Giver of the gift. I shamefully, asked the Lord’s forgiveness and thanked Him over and over for what He had done for me. The pain never occurred again in that shoulder. That same New Year’s Eve it was gone and I learned another great lesson at Jesus’ feet. I give You all the praise and all the glory, Jesus. Amen.

6. Frozen right shoulder:

We were living in White Rock circa 1991. I was attending my first classes a Trinity Western University. In that period there was no laptop computers in classes, at least I didn’t have one, so all notes were tape recorded and hand written. As a dyslexic, I made many notes, and transcribed any teachings that I had taped. That is a lot of writing! I guess the intensity with which I was working created stress in my right arm and shoulder, resulting in a frozen shoulder that I could now not lift above shoulder level. I experienced a nagging pain and could no longer write my many pages of notes. Call for my sister! It is a wonderful thing to have a sister who the Holy Spirit had blessed with the gift of healing. It is actually now, very humbling to think of the many times she came or we met via telephone and Jesus healed me. There was another lesson for me in this healing.

I was not a fan of the “falling down thing”. I had witnessed those who, I thought, had been pushed over and fell down on the floor, making groaning noises or laying there like they were dead. I would not allow myself to fall down when someone seemingly tried to push me over when they prayed for me in a prayer line. Well…

My husband and sister and I were sitting together in our living room chatting about who knows what. She likely asked about how my studies were going and I told her I had a frozen shoulder. Her eyes lit up as they usually did when she saw an opportunity to glorify Jesus and see people healed and set free. Up she stood, beckoning to me to join her. I can remember these healings as if they had just happened! I stood up, knowing Jesus would heal me when she prayed, but…there was a bit of a twist this time. As she laid her hand on my right shoulder I suddenly wanted to tip backwards. That was not happening, thank you! So I reached out and took hold of her shirt. She laid her hand on me again. By this time we were both giggling, as I was determined I would not do the “falling down thing.” She continued to pray…giggling she scolded me to let go. The strangest thing was that both me feet kept turning up and finally there was no resisting and I allowed myself to fall to the floor as my sister held on to my arms so I did not crash. There I lay, powerless to do anything but laugh. I laughed, and laughed, and laughed, and laughed. Now my sister and husband began to laugh also. They were sitting on the couch trying to have a conversation while I rolled about on the floor laughing

and laughing. Each time they began to laugh it provoked me to laugh even harder. This went on for some time. Finally, the laughter subsided and I was able to get up off the floor with some assistance. My shoulder was completely healed. Halleluiah! It makes me laugh even to remember it all over again. Jesus is amazing, so amazing. Not only did He heal me again, but gave me another lesson I could not learn at university. Don’t despise how He works in other’s lives. The Holy Spirit comes and overpowers some and when they are completely out of their own control, He is able to do amazing works in hearts, souls and bodies. Amen. I have spent my many healing experiences since then, laying on a sanctuary floor. Thank You, Dear Lord Jesus. Amen!

I would like to share more about the laughter, but will save that for another testimony. Laughter surely works good like a medicine. Amen.