Be real, show yourself to others as you are

Today has been an amazing day, going through emotions from an ultimate low to an ultimate high.

A few weeks back I found myself thinking about a new car and googling new cars researching prices etc. I had no need for a new car, there was no reason for this sudden interest. I noticed the thought didn’t let me go. I told my husband I felt we would be needing a new car sooner than we had envisaged. Unfortunately I left it at that and took no further steps to check out our current car properly.

Today, we were all packed and ready to go on holidays when we decided to quickly have the car checked as we heard some rattling noise coming from the back right of the car. My husband took the car to the garage and I completely forgot about my thoughts those few weeks prior. I was expecting good news as the rattling sounded more like one of my kids had dropped a marble which was rolling around somewhere. To the contrary, it was bad. Some axle or rod connected to the wheel suspension was bent (ok, so cars are not my forte). We were advised against travelling.

My heart broke. My 5 year old was all geared up to go, and having to disappoint her was gruelling. And then all the wasted money and preparation, and a ferry to catch around noon! Aargh. I felt sick to my stomach. I cried a little but didn’t want my two year old to notice (the eldest was at the garage with dad). I went into prayer. Asking the Lord for wisdom for my husband and I to handle this situation well.

Thankfully I could change our ferry booking as well as the hotel reservation with limited additional cost. We did our research and found a good car an hours drive up north. A newer model than our old one, which was kind of exciting too! On our way back we stopped at what wee though would be a pancake place, but in actual fact they only served fries and snacks. At first I wanted to leave and get some proper food. But the place was really quaint and the man behind the counter was very engaging and friendly.

So we ordered our fries, and I’m so pleased we did! We got to talking and he shared with us his story of how he had recently bought the place and fixed it up. And how he was loving the flow he was in now but also looking forward to being able to take it a little more easy soon once the project had been properly set up.

I found myself concurring with him that its important to take rest now and then. And that people should more often follow their heart and do what they enjoy, that which brings them fulfilment instead of what they think they have to do in order to meet the expectations of society, family, friends etc.

He pointed out that the painting above my head, which was very dear to him, explained just that! (I’ve asked to be sent a photo of the painting, I cant remember exactly but will upload asap). It was about being genuine. About being who you really are. No facades.

This hit home to me. One of those moments when you hear yourself talking to another person and thinking, wow that’s pretty wise, I should take note myself! In accordance with my previous post I’d been taking it easy for a while. Not engaging with others about Christ as much as I used to and thereby I realised I was no longer on fire. And not being on fire takes away from my courage. And not having courage takes away my boldness to approach people to offer them prayer. And I know that THE way to rekindle that fire is simply to do the will of God. And what is his will? Well at least part of it is cleary described:

7 As you go, proclaim this message: ‘The kingdom of heaven has come near.’ Heal the sick, raise the dead, cleanse those who have leprosy, drive out demons. Freely you have received; freely give. Matthew 10:7-8

It is the act of faith that relights the fire of Holy Spirit in you. And so I have again learnt this evening. I acted upon the words to be who I really am. And I know, I really am a child of the most high God. I, though I am female, have become a son of God the day I accepted Jesus into my heart! (Gender is not important in the spiritual realm btw). So anyhow, that means that I should act like one. So I referred to the text and explained that I regularly pray for people and offered him prayer. His face lit up. Yes he was clearly pleasantly surprised! And so I explained a little and then prayed for him. And what happened next was mind-boggling!

The music that was playing all evening were regular pop songs. At the moment I finished my prayer and I quieted myself, keeping my hands on his feet, the song that was playing in the back ground was that of Joan Osborne, “One of Us” and the verse that was sang at the moment I shut up was:

If God had a face, what would it look like?
And would you want to see
If seeing meant that you would have to believe
In things like Heaven and in Jesus and the saints
And all the prophets? And…

Wow! God never ceases to amaze!

We continued a very interesting conversation. Sharing past experiences and discussing manifestations of God which he had before encountered. When were done I asked him how his feet were doing, and he replied, he didn’t want to interrupt our conversation or he would have told me sooner, but his feet were now warm, whereas they had always been cold (and no, I didn’t lay my hands on in such a manner as to warm his feet…) He felt a warming sensation ever since the prayer.

Missing our boat to England has been so worth it because of this divine appointment. And the rest of the evening my heart felt like it were to explode! I felt like singing and dancing and shouting about His love from the rooftops!

Thank you Lord Jesus!

 

 

Jesus lowers a heartbeat and signals recovery

o a lot has happened since my last post. One of the events worth mentioning is the hospitalization of my 2-year-old daughter. She suffered from a few minor fever fits followed by a big one on Sunday evening. The big one left her breathless. I watched her turn grey. It was very frightening. Her fever had spiked within 20 minutes to 39.9 degrees Celsius (103.8 Fahrenheit).

We called an ambulance and I started to give her some air by performing CPR without compression as I knew during the fit her heart would continue. The emergency call operator said I could stop and she would continue breathing once the fit was over. And indeed this was the case. Once the ambulance arrived we were taken to hospital for a check-up. They could not find what had caused the fever, her clinical examination turned out ok. So we were sent home. The next day she endured another fit, but recovered quickly afterwards. Still high fever. That night she awoke in panic and clearly was having trouble catching her breath. I noticed she was again turning blueish around the mouth and again we called an ambulance. They diagnosed her with “pseudo Croup” a dry cough and advised us to keep her propped up and let her breathe in some steam. I sat up with her the remaining part of the night and noticed she was breathing by contracting her stomach muscles. She was working hard to breathe.

The next morning, I called the General Practitioner. They tested her saturation (oxygen level in blood) which was 89-91% and should be 95% or higher. The doctor called the ambulance and were taken to hospital. On a funny side note: my daughter was visibly exhausted but once she heard the sound of the ambulance she sat up straight and exclaimed “Ambulance!”. After that she laid down again.

Once at the hospital she was put on an oxygen mask. Her levels stabilized but she was still working hard to breathe. That night there was another crisis. She was panicked again for lack of oxygen despite the oxygen mask. The doctors were liaising with another more specialized hospital whether or not she ought to be transferred so that they could intubate her and put her on a breathing machine. My husband was with her at the hospital that night. He called me to inform me of the news. I was in all stated. As I had to babysit my eldest we agreed I would only go to hospital once the decision was final. I immediately started praying. Crying and praying. I was called back and they had decided to keep her at the current hospital and max out the oxygen to 100% and put the oxygen on pressure so that it would be blown into her nose. Thank God this helped to stabilize her again.

In the afternoon my mother and my eldest daughter came to visit. I asked my mum and daughter (4) to lay hands on my youngest and we prayed together. At that time her heart rate had been steady at around 125 (normal is 80-100 in rest). It had been over 200 during the crisis. I asked my mum to say the prayer, being the elder. She prayed with tears as my little one lay asleep with tubes and wires attached to her. When my mum finished the prayer and we said “Amen” the heart rate dropped to 99, signalling an alarm to beep just once as it immediately went back to 125 afterwards. Unbeknownst to me the nurses had put an alarm at the 100 mark so that they could respond immediately when her heart rate would decline either too fast or adjust oxygen levels once she reached a normal range. It was amazing. Just one beep. And it turned out to signal her steady recovery from then onwards. This was Wednesday afternoon. The doctor’s had already convinced us she would stay over Easter for sure. But God had other plans. Her recovery went so rapidly that on Friday she was taken off the oxygen, anti-virals and anti-biotics (of the latter she finished the 3 day course) and we were discharged on Saturday and Home for Easter Sunday, Hallelujah!

The prayer of a righteous man availeth much! James 5:16

Righteous through faith in Jesus and through His faithfulness to us.

 

Kickstarted in a mall in Alkmaar

During the kickstart weekend the attendees, after receiving some teaching, were divided into groups and sent out to different public locations in Alkmaar to get kick-started. To approach people, tell them about the Gospel and offer to pray for them.

Some people of the public weren’t interested at all. But after some persistence I did get to speak with and pray for a few people. I met a young lady in a wheel chair who had Down Syndrome. The chair was manoeuvred behind a construction pillar in the shop so I could’t approach her directly. I asked the young man pushing the wheelchair if I could pray for the lady. He was her care taker and didn’t see why not! He said she couldn’t speak very well but she was able to understand what I said. So he moved the wheelchair and I knelt down in front of her. Picked up her hands, introduced myself and explained to her I was going to pray for her. She was clearly amused and responded with sound in excitement. I continued to explain that I was going to pray for her in the name of Jesus and then she sat up straight and said: “Jesus? Him I have seen!” Wow! That was amazing! I was astonished and replied that that was wonderful! So we could pray together! I continued to pray for her general health and safety and that she may walk again some day. Argh…’some day’… not a very specific prayer, still building up faith here. Nevertheless she clearly enjoyed the contact and we waived our goodbyes.

Then I noticed an elderly man sitting on a bench in the mall. Great, that meant he had some time to spare. I approached him and explained I had experienced some wonderful things in Christ and I would like to share these experiences with him. He was very clear about his non-belief. He was quite adamant there was no God and there was no way Jesus could heal him either. In fact if he did then he would buy me a diner! I noticed he was wearing hearing aids in both ears and asked if I could pray for his ears. Absolutely not! Then his wife came towards the bench looking a little puzzled. I acknowledged she must be wondering “What is this young lady up to with my husband?”. When I explained I had offered to pray for her husband which he refused I noticed her interest. I offered to pray for her instead and she was happy to accept prayer.

I asked her what I could pray for, did she have any pain in her body? She confirmed she had a painful knee. It always hurt when she was walking about. So I prayed a simple prayer in the name of Jesus over her knee, and she took some steps and the pain was gone! My first healing experience! Wow. Then I continued to pray for her ears as she was also wearing hearing aids. Then the husband started pulling my sleeve and demanding I pray for him! Haha, brilliant. Now I would love to conclude that his or her ears were healed that day, but they weren’t. I believe that the process of healing was started though and I wouldn’t be surprised if later that week either of their ears would start to function properly again. That perhaps it was a proces. But I cannot, unfortunately, confirm whether this happened.

What did happen, and what is essentially is far more important, was that when I asked him whether he wanted to be forgiven of sin and accept Jesus into his heart did! He stood up, asked Jesus into his heart, and with tears in his eyes asked me to arrange for a diner date with him and his wife! I was thrilled! He exclaimed how happy his children would be once they heard he had once again accepted Jesus back into his heart! Tears welled up in my eyes too. I refused the diner though, thinking I was being humble by doing so. But now I regret that so much. I should have had dinner with them and further shared the Gospel and my experiences with the good Lord from since I was young. I trust they will receive my continued long distance prayer though. But the lesson I learnt here is to keep a business card on me to give away so that people can keep in touch if they feel the need to.

All in all good experiences and lessons learnt.