8. I AM INSTRUCTED:  PART I

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:

JESUS OF NAZARETH, THE KING OF THE JEWS.

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:    

IMPAIRED DIGESTION, I AM INSTRUCTED…

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:    

RIGHT FROZEN SHOULDER, LEFT FRACTURED SHOULDER

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.

Healings 3, and 4:    

BADLY SPRAINED ANKLE; KILLER SINUS INFECTION

3. Badly sprained ankle:

My dear husband had a habit of leaving his shoes outside the back, basement door. I had asked that he bring them inside, but one morning I did not think to check and stepped out unprepared. Over my ankle bent and I was down on the cement walkway. I was able to get up, but I knew there was damage. I ended up on crutches. I never did get the hang of it and wobbled about the house for the rest of the week. My friend called and thought I should attend a revival meeting that had been going for several weeks about an hour’s drive from my home. I had not wanted to attend. A bit suspicious that it was maybe just a lot of hype. Anyway her persistence led me to give in and go see what was happening there. I had given up on the crutches and simply limped about. We met at the meeting. It surely looked like revival was happening. So much joy!

I can’t remember if it was the first night I attended or what the chronology was, but several things happened as I most joyously joined in the worship celebration. First there was a report that teenagers were driving past the building and they had witnessed an open heaven over the building and stopped and came to the meeting. Don’t recall what happened to them. During that same meeting I left the sanctuary to use the washroom. When I returned there was an amazing mist filling the sanctuary as the people worshiped the Lord. At first glance, I thought it was my eyes and actually tried to clear my eyesight. It was still there. It was amazing! I stepped in beside my friend and excitedly asked her if she could see it. “See what?” was her response. Gazing about I responded, “There is a mist all through the sanctuary.”  I knew this must be “the glory cloud”—a sign of Jesus presence in the room. She did not see what I was seeing. I had never witnessed such signs at a meeting. The differences, I think, between a healing meeting and a revival gathering are probably many. From what I witnessed over the years, in a healing meeting it was specifically for healing of any sickness, disease, disorder and occasionally some deliverance. In a revival meeting anything can happen, such as what I witnessed at these meetings. Angels manifesting, glory clouds, healings spontaneous laughter, etc… I could write an entire chapter on this one experience. Blogging! Ugh!

I returned again the next evening. The worship was wonderful. My friend was not able to join me for this session, so I found a seat and joined in with the others, praising Jesus Holy Name and giving Him thanks and the honor I knew He was worthy of. Strangely, as I worshiped, I began rocking up and down. My feet were rolling up onto my toes and back down. This continued for some time. The Lord was doing something…I could never stand on my tip toes! And, I had a sprained ankle to boot! But I sensed Jesus was doing something to my ankle. It was definitely supernatural. My feet continued to rise to my toes and then lowered effortlessly. Sure enough. My ankle was healed! I left the meeting completely healed, no limp, no pain!

The evangelist was from South America. His name was Elias. Thank You, Lord Jesus. I give You all the praise and all the glory! You are so good and so real in our lives. Amen. There was another encounter at these meeting…I will save that for another testimony.

4. Killer sinus infection:

We had moved into our new home overlooking a lovely pastoral golf course scene below. My husband wanted a home with a golf course view. This was it. I can honestly say that this was my favorite home. Everything about it suited us well. We purchased some new furniture for the bedroom and settled in.  It wasn’t long before I developed a nasty sinus infection which moved down into my chest, resulting in the usual bronchitis.

Bronchial infection syndrome: wash all the walls, floors etc. Bedding was limited and freshly laundered (no scented products, no laundry softeners), including pillows. All furniture was removed from the room (a sensitivity to any raw wood or particle board wood products, this included the backing of furniture). No fabric curtains. Mattress vacuumed.  Then, an air mattress was brought into the bedroom and I slept on the floor on the mattress.

My doctor prescribed an antibiotic and the infection seemingly cleared. I moved back to my bed while I completely recovered (about 2 weeks). It wasn’t long and the infection reoccurred. Back to my physician.                       

The infection had not only settled in my brachial passages, but also my sinus excreted an ugly bloody mass when I tried to clear it. More meds. Back to the air mattress. This time I it took a little longer to recover, but I was soon able to return to my bed.

ROUND 3! It was back again. This time I was referred to a specialist. I had now moved into the jacuzzi in the master bathroom. Don’t’ even ask! Just imagine what that looked like! Another 2 weeks on meds. 

By this time I became suspicious that there was something in the bed, as each time I returned to my bed the cycle start all over again. I cut a small hole in the mattress and took a sample of the filling, sending to a local lab where I had worked years earlier. I received the report in short order. There was a list as long as your arm of contaminates! In all, I think there were 16 contaminates in the mattress. Most of them were various molds; some were sorts of bacteria, and the worst was a bacillus! Wow! How could that be, we had just purchased the mattress from a high end furniture store on south Granville? Well, it turns out that there were reports that some selling mattresses had picked them up from the dump and simply replaced the covers and sold them as new.

Back to my specialist after doing some research myself and finding that in order to clear a sinus infection the antibiotic dosage had to be double the normal dosage. Thus the meds were doubled.. This bout took me back to the jacuzzi in order to avoid what ever might be an irritant in the bed. (Vanity doors and drawers were taped closed.) Can you even imagine what all this confusion does to a functioning household? All this time I spoke to Jesus about this situation. And many were praying for my healing. THEN…A RHEMA WORD!  Get up, you are healed. This word likely came as I was reading my Bible. I know I was in the jacuzzi when I received the word. I knew that I knew, the Lord had just healed me. I got up, got dressed and never looked back. I was healed!!! Praise You, Lord Jesus, again and again! Amen!

Isn’t that odd? When I think back it is completely odd.

Not done yet….  I would no longer go near the bed and remained sleeping on the  air mattress on the floor. My husband had moved into the guest room when I first developed symptoms, so he had never contracted an infection from the mattress. Praise the Lord! I contacted the mattress company in Calgary, Alberta to tell them about the testing and sent them a copy of the report. They called me back, with their lawyer present, as they assumed I would want to sue them. I said, No, no. All I wanted was a new mattress made of special materials. They were very nice and agreed to do something for me. A few weeks later we received a lovely, brand new mattress, made with the very best filler materials and cover. That mattress is still on our bed today! (I think I still have the lab report in a file.)

A bit after my healing,  I was walking down the hall and lost my orientation, bumping into walls. I noticed also that my head was hurting on the left side top.  I don’t think I thought too much about it at the time. Maybe tired or not enough sleep. 

At the same time there was another move of God in town. My husband and I decided to go together. There was much criticism about that time, that people were chasing after signs and wonders. It was not an easy time to revel in the glory of what God was doing. One did not want to be accused of chasing after signs and wonders. When we see Jesus working in scripture, we see the people running to Him. Though we don’t see Him in the flesh today, we do recognize when He is moving by His Holy Spirit, and we go to Him. I had, by this time, developed a manner that I was not pursuing Jesus for anything specific that I could think of…He knew better than I did what I needed…whatever He saw in me that needed to change or be healed, I would be grateful. I always anticipated that He would do something in my life. Sometimes I wasn’t aware of what that was until months later. I learned to be free to go down under the power (not pushed down) and allow the Holy Spirit to do whatever He willed. It is a solid sign of surrender when you see someone on the floor under the power of the Holy Spirit.  I will talk about how I came to give in to this in my “frozen shoulder” healing testimony.

Anyway, this particular meeting we attended was very significant. The evangelist, Todd Bentley, spoke a word of knowledge that someone was being healed of a brain infection. IMMEDIATELY, I felt a warmth on the top left side of my head and down my left arm. The Lord was healing me…again! Praise His Holy Name!!! The pain that I was experiencing on that side of my head was gone! I had no idea that I had a brain infection! If I hadn’t physically felt the heat in my head and down my arm, I would never have known. Jesus had healed the respiratory infection when He spoke to me to get up out of the jacuzzi;  why did he not heal my brain at the same time if the infection had moved into my brain. Well….

Within a month (2006) we traveled to AB. I was working on my first book, Voices Crying in the Wilderness, A call to prophesy, I attended the Miracle Channel church while working on my manuscript at the univerity there, so I was soon able to make connections with sisters of like faith. I was invited to join the prayer team to pray with others for concerns that came in via the television broadcast. This was very much a privilege to join this amazing team of prayer warriors! However, it may not have been for my ability to pray effectively and fervently for others, but for God to show me something amazing. Hopefully, my prayers were also effective as we prayed for those who asked for our support in whatever they were dealing with in their lives…finances, healing, salvation for family and friends, etc. One request that came in was from a mother who had just lost her son. He had died after an incomplete diagnoses of a sinus infection.  The diagnosed sinus infection had spread, undetected, into his brain and he had died. I was breathless as I realized this was what had happened to me with the sinus infection and the healing that I received at brother Bentley’s meeting had just been confirmed. I was so deeply sad for the mother who had lost her son and have never forgotten her grief. I pray for her now that Jesus would move in her life in a special way, bringing her joy, peace and renewed hope for her future. I pray her faith is renewed and freshened, as she looks to Jesus, the author and finisher of her faith. Amen.

Isa 40:31  But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint .

God surely works in mysterious ways….

5. Seriously impaired digestion:  In order to keep these posts within a readable length, this healing will appear in the next post, coming within the week.  (Mar 11-18/23)

Healings 1 and 2: CHRONIC BRONCHITIS, WIDOW’S HUMP and a missed opportunity with an amazing word of knowledge

These were the first two healings that influenced my growing faith in believing all that was written in the Word of God. (When I came to Jesus (He visited me), I decided then that I would believe ALL the Bible or NON of it. So healing and deliverance and miracles were to be believed. Jesus heals, delivers and will do miracles for us today.) One Sunday I was fighting off another bout of bronchitis—you know the kind—yellow or green sputum, with a heavy cough. I felt poorly, but never missed a meeting (three times a week in those days). I was a worshiper, I loved to worship the Lord. Even as sick as I was I lifted my hands to Heaven, praising Him…SUDDENLY, I felt completely normal. I knew instantly that He had healed me! The service went on and I was completely well! No one laid hands on me or prayed for me. I went from sick as a dog to completely well! You have to personally experience these things to understand the awesome revelation of what just happened. I hope these messages deeply inspire all who read them to experience Jesus for Who He is. He was wounded for our transgressions, bruise for our iniquities , the chastisement of our peace was upon Him, and with His stripes we are healed Isa 53:5. He sent His word and healed us and delivered us from all our destructions Psa 107:20. O that men would praise the Lord for His wonderful works to the children of men Psa 107:8. By His stripes we are healed 1Peter 2:24.

The next healing I remember happened around the same time. The Lord seemed to tell me to stay home from church one Sunday, which was odd as I never missed church for any reason. But I was certain it was Him and stayed home. I would of course have church by whomever I could find on TV. It happened to be Earnest Angley. Many people made fun of brother Angley as he was different. I watched, never judging anyone who had the call to preach the gospel, I knew by this time that God called whomever He willed. Well, he had a word of knowledge. He said someone watching had a generational infirmity…a widows hump, and the Lord was healing them. Immediately, I knew that this word was for me. I lifted my hands and received the word and the healing. The hump on my back was instantly gone. My neck was straight and the hump was absolutely gone! Thank You, Jesus! The irony of this healing was that I had noticed there was a hump developing at the top of my back and the base of my neck. I mentioned it to my husband only days before. I knew it was a generational condition and had seen it on other extended family members—and my mother! JESUS HAD JUST HEALED ME FROM A GENERATIONA CURSE! I GIVE HIM ALL THE PRASE AND ALL THE GLORY! AMEN! (Today, I would say this was a deliverance from a spirit.)

Back to TV evangelist, Earnest Angley. Brother Angley (who passed at age 99 in 2021) must have visited Vancouver as I was aware of his meetings and decided I should go. During his preaching, he suddenly stopped and turned to the audience. He pointed directly to me and told me to stand up, the Lord was healing my back. I thought to myself that I did not have a problem with my back and looked around me to see if it was a word for someone else. He spoke to me several times.   I remained seated. He looked very perturbed, turned away and went on with his message.

Some time later I was having a problem with sciatica. I did not know that sciatica was a back problem. I considered it in the same category as arthritis. My husband knew and referred me to a chiropractor that he knew personally. He happened to be the Canucks Hockey club chiropractor in Vancouver. Well, I did as my husband had recommended. After an Xray on my first visit it was determined that there was an extra vertebrate and one damaged vertebrate. Wow! I could have saved myself a lot of unnecessary pain if I had received the word of knowledge from brother Angley. What an amazing occurrence to have the Lord speak to a minister visiting a strange country and singling out one person and telingl them Jesus wanted to heal them! Well, God is very merciful as I had connected with, I am sure, one of the most gifted chiropractors in Vancouver (second only to brother Angley’s gift of a word of knowledge.). After some regular visits and adjustments, including hanging upside down by my ankles in order to stretch my spine…no more pain. Excellent! Never had another problem with my back.

Taking a moment to go back to the chronic bronchitis: Somewhere over the many times I was prayed over at various meetings, including my own church, the chronic bronchitis left. From frequent bouts over the year I experienced maybe one bout over a year. I have not had bronchitis now for a number of years. I must say that I am quite careful not to carelessly expose myself to any person with flu symptoms. No time for sickness! Thank You, Lord Jesus for your covering and protection. I maintain a regimented supplement program that had developed over the years and use a natural antibiotic if I notice any symptom in my throat, ears or nose. Sorry, I can not be responsible for recommending any products. I often google natural remedies and have a close friend who is well versed on natural remedies that I consult. During the years of dealing with a chronic condition I was referred to a internal specialist in order to determine any substances that were irritants to my respiratory system. Although pretty well all those irritants are no longer a concern I do watch what I allow myself to be exposed to for any length of time: mold, smoke, pollen, house dust, *perfumes used in any products, vehicle exhaust…the list was long. At the worst of the bronchial condition, if I become ill, I had an extreme sensitivity, I was forced to sleep on the bathroom floor, removing all bathroom products—washing down all the walls and all surfaces. WHAT A GOD WE SERVE! THANK YOU AGAIN, LORD JESUS! BY YOUR STRIPES I WAS HEALED AND AM HEALED! AMEN!

Sometimes one is not aware that one has been healed, but we kind of glance  back and realize whatever we were dealing with is gone. This is the difference between “healings”, “deliverances” and “miracles”. Thus, the widow’s hump healing was a “deliverance” from a spirit and because it was instant it was also  a “miracle”; the healing from chronic bronchitis was in fact a “healing”–other than the one church service where I was instantly healed–that was a miracle! Phew! Did you get all that? Anyway the chronic bronchitis was gone but I was not immediately aware of the change, thus a “healing”. I will attempt to clarify each healing as I record them as to whether they are a “healing”, “deliverance” or “miracle”.

Coming next:  badly sprained ankle; killer sinus infection; seriously impaired digestion

Numbers 6:24-26

The Lord bless you, and keep you: The Lord make his face shine upon you, and be gracious unto you: The Lord lift up his countenance upon you, and give you peace.

The Lord abundantly bless you above what you have hoped or dreamed, brothers and sisters, in body, mind and spirit, in Jesus Name. Amen…. Eph 3:20