I am a baker and a blogger living in Nashville, Tennessee. I worked several years as a healing technician in the Healing Room ministries where miracles happened every week. I blog about those experiences and conversations I’ve had with God while going about daily life. I also blog and am passionate about food and using it as a means to get people to gather back around the table and have real face to face conversations again. I am a wife, a mother, a sister, a friend, a chef, a soapbox performer, an encourager and a lover of Jesus. My biggest desire is to see people free to know who they really are and be able to walk in that identity.
What are your experiences with praying by thoughts, impressions and interacting in visions?
Whether I pray out loud or silently depends entirely on the situation I’m in. There are times when I’m conversing with God that I do both and in those times, I’m usually alone.
When I’m praying with or for someone I almost always pray out loud. If I feel the recipient is to pray, it’s usually in the declarative realm and it’s always out loud, the spoken word has so much power and those declarations need power.
There are also times when I find myself in more of a “covert mode” and praying silently, whether in the spirit or just me and Holy Spirit is the wisest thing I can do. I may need a word of knowledge so I pray (ask) for one. I may need a word of wisdom or some discernment on how to proceed or how to respond and praying out loud isn’t appropriate.
I’ve been in situations where I’ve been attacked for one reason or another and I really want to react out of pain or emotion but I know that this is not the best thing to do. It’s then that I cry out silently for wisdom or even solace, during the storm.
So, is silent prayer as effective as verbal prayer? Yes, in my experience.
As many of you know, I was in Tampa last week for a Daddy’s
Girl conference. Let me tell you what happened when I returned home.
I got home from the airport about 10:30 on Monday night and
since it was so late, I didn’t even bother to unpack my suitcase. Tomorrow is
another day, right? I took out my tooth brush and a couple of toilet articles
and put the suitcase over in the corner.
On Tuesday morning I had Paul help me put the suitcase back
up on the bed because it was so heavy. I
started unpacking everything, dirty clothes sent to the hamper, clean clothes
hung up. When I finally had all the clothes dealt with, I started in on all the
assorted debris from the conference and 5 days spent living out of a suitcase. I saw a small zip bag over in the upper right
corner halfway sticking out from under several sheets of paper and wondered what
it was. I didn’t remember packing anything in that type of bag before I left
I reached in and pulled it out and my jaw dropped! In the
bag was my freshwater pearl necklace that had been missing for over 7 years. I
just stood there holding them, stunned and speechless. They hadn’t been in the
suitcase before my trip and I’d used that suitcase on MANY occasions in those 7
years and the necklace hadn’t been in there. I had even prayed for them to be found but
they never were. They were an anniversary gift from Paul and meant a great deal
I called Paul into the room to show him since he had been
praying for their return too. We were
both grinning, amazed at the goodness of God. I’m still a little overwhelmed about
the return of my necklace – so much so that I’ve been wearing it around the
house with my T-shirt and shorts while baking! LOL
Praying – do we really know how to do it? What I mean by that is, are we praying from a place of authority or are we begging God to do something?
Many of us haven’t changed the way we pray in years, maybe even decades. Don’t we grow and mature as people, as saints? Don’t we grow in wisdom and revelation as the months and years go by?
If that’s the case (and it should be!) shouldn’t our prayers change, shouldn’t they mature too? Scripture tells us that it’s okay to start out as a child but when we mature, we should put away childish things. “When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things. “ 1 Cor 13:11
How much power do our prayers have?
Do we pray with expectation and with intent? Are they effective?
When I sit down to pray for the needs of my family or when I am praying for someone who has requested prayer for a specific need – sickness or finances for example. I pray in the spirit first and then when I feel like I know the Father’s heart, I begin to pray in English. When I say I pray, I’m not talking about saying, “God, have mercy, your servant so and so is worthy, please grant this prayer for ____. NO, I start speaking the solution and making declarations for the outcome that is heaven’s desire for this “thing”. I command cancer to go, I don’t ask God to heal them. It’s ME that has been giving all power and all authority to be His hands and feet on the earth.
There is power in praying effective prayers.
Therefore confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed. The prayers of a righteous person are powerful and effective. James 5:16
Effective adj. Having an intended or expected effect.
When we expect God to answer our prayers, He does. Do you know why? Because we know His heart before we even began to pray. Sometimes we already know His heart on a matter and all we have to do is start speaking His heart – like commanding sickness to go. Like declaring wholeness over a person, commanding new cells to grow. His heart is ALWAYS to heal, we just need to align ourselves with that and pray from that place.
Sometimes praying from that place is like “speaking those things that are not (yet) as though they were.
Let me tell you a story about our daughter, Chelsea.
Chelsea was very young when she left for college. At least she was to me – she turned 18 the day she moved into her dorm – that’s young to me. She was enrolled in the very liberal Kansas City Art Institute campus.
Chelsea loved this place and before long she was living the college life to the fullest. Yep, sex, drugs, and rock n roll! We didn’t know what to do other than pray. She was over 500 miles away and anything we could do had to be done in the spirit!
That felt pretty hopeless.
At the time Chelsea was having college fun, we were having house church in our home. One evening after we had all shared with each other and the meeting was about to break up, several people asked for prayer. We began to pray for individual needs around the room and when all those people had been prayed for, someone asked us how Chelsea was doing. Paul reminded everyone about Chelsea and how she was such a prodigal – smoking, drinking, and doing drugs…wanting to be sure everyone knew how hopeless the situation was!
Paul began to pray, mentioning how disappointed we were and how hopeless we felt about Chelsea and that was when God interrupted him. God asked, “When are you going to quit telling Me what the problem is and start telling Me what the solution is?” Paul sputtered to a stop, a little confused and said, “You want me to lie?”
God told him to speak those things that are not, as though they were – to call the future into the now.
I have to be honest, we weren’t comfortable doing that, it did feel like we were speaking untruths! Needless to say, we began to speak the solution over our daughter every day, multiple times a day. When someone would ask how she was doing, we would say, “She’s saved, healed, drug-free and serving the Lord!”
In exactly 2 months our confession is exactly what happened. Chelsea got radically saved, delivered and even rescued. It’s funny how God knew exactly what He was talking about. 🙂
It really is true like the Centurion said, “Speak the word only, and my servant shall be healed.” Jesus gave us all power and all authority to do the things He did and more!
12 For now, we see in a mirror, dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I shall know just as I also am known. 1 Cor 13:12
The miraculous isn’t only blind eyes opened or even the dead raised; it’s so much more than that. I don’t know about you but for me, when that term is bandied about I almost always think of a creative miracle and rarely attribute it to anything else; until recently.
One morning while Paul and I were drinking our coffee, Paul began to describe some of the phone calls he had been receiving at work. There were those he categorized as “crazy, God showed up” type of calls as he prayed and the person was healed, they were even shouting about it over the phone. And then there were the calls where it seemed like the person wasn’t receiving the prayer or even listening, but instead kept interrupting to explain what was wrong with them or their circumstances.
These types of people didn’t receive perceptible healing or breakthrough. Many were frustrated or angry. Whatever it was, they were not noticeably changed during the course of the call. Some people were rejoicing while others were angry and upset.
As I listened to Paul talk about some of these calls, I felt a shift. It was like, hold on a minute: Isn’t the fact that they were bold or brave enough to call a prayer line pretty miraculous? It certainly would have been for me. And, isn’t the fact that they let a total stranger pray for them miraculous too? There had to be some fear issues that they had to overcome. I felt like my box for the miraculous was entirely too small. It was limited primarily to a physical event and that was all. And that did not sit too well with me; it didn’t sit well at all!
Since that morning I’ve been pondering the miraculous and inviting Holy Spirit to give me more revelation on this because it seems that I might have discounted some miraculous things happening all around me that are wonderful and should be celebrated. But yet, it doesn’t mean physical healings and raising the dead are not wonderful things; what it does mean is you and I can walk in the miraculous on a daily basis. I think it’s wonderful when I walk into the grocery store and discover I can love everyone I meet. Is that not a miracle? Sure this is easier when I’m having a great day but it’s possible every day.
It’s a miracle when someone overcomes anger or disappointments and gets emotionally healed. It’s a miracle when we have a disagreement on Facebook and yet we can continue to converse with each other, and no one gets offended. It’s a great and rare thing but it does happen. Did you know it’s a miracle when someone who often is very reactionary, suddenly shows humility and instead of reacting badly, instills order and peace to circumstances around them? That’s a miracle also.
These things may not seem all that miraculous to you but believe me, they are. It’s a big deal when someone gets breakthrough and overcomes things. Change is a miracle. Maturity is a miracle. Even counting it all joy is a miracle! Miracles happen because God steps in when we step down. Of course, we co-labor with Him but it’s not co-laboring if we’re trying to do everything all by ourselves. We have to take all of our ‘already know everything’ and set it aside and let Him show us what He has in mind.
I don’t know about you but I can be fairly stubborn sometimes and don’t want to change. So when I’m changed, it is a miracle indeed.
Something as simple as our joy and trust in an invisible God is miraculous too. Yes, I am aware many have seen Him with their spiritual eyes but seeing God is not like seeing your spouse sitting right next to you. We don’t have to engage our imaginations for that. All we have to do is reach out our hands and we will feel them. With God, it’s not like that and because that’s the case, the angels marvel that we can worship Him and have a relationship with Him without even seeing Him with our physical eyes. They are spirit beings and they interact with God all the time. It is a miracle to them that we can walk in faith for those things not yet seen and trust that God is faithful.
All of our lives are a picture of the miraculous. What may seem to us as every day, mundane stuff, to us is supernatural or miraculous to someone else.
We are not alone in this journey and we can do all things through Christ who strengthens us but we have to allow Him to strengthen us; then the miraculous happens. Let’s expand our miracle box. All of our lives are a picture of the miraculous.
Emotions aren’t good or bad, positive or negative; they are simply a picture of where we are. Sometimes our emotions might be a warning or signal that something might need attention. The action we attribute to the emotion is what matters. Often, our emotions are showing us a doorway to a choice or maybe a decision that needs to be made.
Joy is an emotion we all experience and is so wonderful when we do. When we experience joy it brings with it comfort and peace and happiness – we all love joy. But what about fear – is fear always bad?
No, I don’t think so.
Hear me out on this one.
(Yes, there is a spirit of fear but that is not what I’m referring to here.)
I believe the emotion of fear is simply another “notification” that something might be up. It is one of those things that require us to use discernment to navigate. We may need to ask, what is our response to that fear? Do we choose courage and boldness or do we back away, give in and let it consume us?
Fear will always require boldness and courage to get beyond.
Of course, sometimes fear is to warn us of real danger, like don’t go into that alleyway! Other times fear is something we must overcome or conqueror. In that case, we can’t let fear stop us! Instead, we have to confront it, become bold and jump over it and continue past it. Fear will often subside (or depart) if you confront it.
I often think of fear as the snake lying across the threshold of my path. It’s there reminding me of all the ways I will fail, reminding me of all the “what if’s” I never even thought of – basically throwing lies at me to see if I will react, to see if I can be stopped.
When I was a child, I played in the woods behind my house all the time and let me tell you, there were snakes out there too. My friends and I built tree houses and forts from scraps of lumber we got from the construction sites of houses being built in the neighborhood. Every time we built a new fort, we also made a new path to it. Often, and I mean weekly, we would encounter snakes in our path. They were primarily non-poisonous but they were very large – some were upwards of 6′! But as is often the case with kids, boldness and determination to finish a project would rise up and we would back up, take off running and jump over that snake and not look back…mostly because we were too afraid to look!
The point was, we didn’t let that fear stop us – we pushed past it (literally), and continued on.
We can’t let fear stop us either because on the other side of fear lives the fulfillment of our dreams and desires. Fear wants to keep us from our destiny. We can’t let that happen. What fear is holding you back today? Is it a past trauma that needs healing? Is it fear of man, the fear that you might not be “enough” in the eyes of others? Whatever it is that is stopping you needs to be confronted and overcome.
I pray that you will be bold and courageous today, standing up to those things in the path that would stop you from being all you are meant to be. I pray that if healing is needed, that it will come with abundance and grace. I pray that if there is help you need in being bold today, that help would come in many unexpected ways. I pray that fear will be overtaken by love and that that love would then pour out of you and drench everyone you meet today. I pray you will get up tomorrow and continue on this journey as you have today, seeking help when needed, and giving help when required. I speak freedom from fear in your life and call you to rise up in the destiny that was created just for you!
Why it’s the bottom of Paul’s lunch box/bag. Let me tell you why I’ve posted it…
I make Paul’s lunch for him every morning. The other day was no different – I put the meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and roasted carrots in a “take-out” container and put it in the stack for his lunch. I added a small tomato salad, carrot and celery sticks, ranch dressing, fresh cherries, and some mozzarella cheese sticks. Pretty basic stuff here.
When Paul was on his way home, he called me as he usually does to let me know he’s on his way home. (You know, so I won’t get caught with the “dancing ponies” in the house! shhh) He asked if I had put a special treat in his lunch that day. Of course, I said no, who has time for that?
He went on to explain why he asked such a silly question… Apparently, after he had eaten everything I had sent him for lunch he began to look around in all the pockets of his lunch bag to see if he could find a stray piece of chocolate or something to snack on. When he put his hand in the large end pocket and “something” moved! EEEK. He put his hand back in and pulled out a lizard that was missing his tail. Sigh…
To back up
The previous day, Zeke brought me two lizards in through the cat door, at two separate times. I couldn’t catch him or his lizard the first time. He went straight into the bathroom with his trophy and promptly went under the tub. (We have a claw-foot tub). There was nothing I could do.
Later in the day, he brought in another, smaller lizard and I made drop it, thinking to catch it and take it back outside. I didn’t catch it – it went under the stove. Grrr
The little guy came into my office a few hours later, where I was working on some emails and I did manage to catch him and take him back outside and release him.
The big guy, I never found. And you guessed it. At some point, he crawled into Paul’s lunch bag and made himself comfortable. He spent the day in the fridge at CBN just chillin’ out a bit until Paul could bring him back home and release him back into the yard.
So, back to the picture…
We’ve been checking the pockets to make sure I’m not sending any extra “protein” snacks anymore!
Oh, the same morning, Zeke also brought in a baby rabbit. I don’t know what I’m going to do with that boy!!!
Many things are accomplished through prayer and intercession, we all know this – but do we know when to stop?
Do we know when to stop praying and trust that our prayers are going forth to accomplish what they were sent out to do?
Sometimes we need to stop fighting and rest. Sometimes we need to sit back and breathe, stop the intercession, stop the warfare prayers – then we can let God fight the battles for us.
We get caught up in what we call intercession and spend a lot of time battling and contending but the problem is we forget to leave the battle. Maybe we need to trust that God is listening and is going to handle things for us.
And maybe we need to say our prayers and then let it go – He heard us the first time, after all. Could our focus be on what God is doing and has done instead of what the enemy is doing or has done?
If we can’t get out of intercession, stop praying and are constantly battling for one thing or another, we are basically not trusting God and end up doing these things in our own strength – and that strength will fail us every time.
In Proverbs 3:5-6 it says, Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct your paths.
Proverbs says this for a reason; we simply do not have the strength to do these things by ourselves. We need to step back and let God do what God does.
One other thing, we do have authority to command angels. Why not command the angels to go and take up some of these warfare battles? #notetoself
Let’s not get too caught up in the battle that we forget that forget to be thankful and grateful for all the things God has done. That in and of itself will shift atmospheres! Once we step out of warfare mode and step into a thankful mode, we can begin to rest.
Stand down and breathe. Come to Me, and I will give you rest.
As most of you know I bake and cook for a living. It’s my passion and it’s my ministry – much of my day is consumed with thoughts of food.
Besides the actual baking and preparing of the food, I spend a great
deal of time contemplating the person who is on the receiving end of the
food. I talk with God about them and I speak blessings over their
lives, asking that they would feel the love and peace of God when they
open their package.
This also how I am fed every day. I spend
time with God, seeking how to pray for other’s needs, how to bless them
and then speak it out, over them. No, they are not there in the room
with me and they don’t even know that I pray for them. It doesn’t matter
– I don’t do it for recognition. I do it because we have so much hurt
and pain in the world and this is something that I can do; something I
GET to do.
I pray it makes a difference in their lives. (And I have different testimonies that it does).
Also most of you know that I post a lot of pictures of my food on
social media. I don’t do that to make you feel any particular emotion. I
post them because making food for people brings me joy and that joy is
the intent of the posts.
It feeds me, emotionally. I have so
many conversations with God while cooking that it’s as if He’s in the
room with me all day long. My food pictures are the fruit of my
conversations in a way. 🙂
The real reason for this post isn’t to bore you with my day to day stuff. No, It’s to ask you a question:
How do you get fed everyday? How are you feeding yourself?
I have a suggestion, if you are willing to listen.
No matter what you do, where you go, or what you post on social media,
make sure God is in it. Make sure it comes out of the fruit of your time
Yes certainly there is darkness and corruption in the
world but WE have the answers! We have the solutions because we have
Holy Spirit access and He is the one how will bring us wisdom and
revelation – all we have to do is ask.
Are you hungry?
Are you hungry enough to go spend time with God and let Him teach you
how to respond to the needs of the world? Because if you are, you will
be a blessing and a wonder to those around you.
If you aren’t
that hungry, you will only react emotionally out of wounds that haven’t
been dealt with you may indeed become part of the problem.
Bottom line: What you eat is important. How you are fed is important too.
I ran across this picture today and it reminds me of a vision I saw once while ministering to someone with parts/alters. I saw a girl in a castle who was emaciated with long stringy dirty blond hair, wearing filthy rags. She thought the place was as beautiful as she was.
She didn’t see what I saw. She saw a palace, I saw a dungeon. I wasn’t sure if this was a place she had built for protection – maybe from something or trauma that happened to her or if it was a prison that had been built by someone else to keep her there.
In this picture, notice that the door is open. In the vision I had the door was also open, but the girl didn’t want to come out of the “safety” she felt in being there – the unknown was scarier than the known. (At least that is what I assumed at the time.)
After listening to the podcast with Daniel Duval the other day and then seeing this picture today I wonder if the girl didn’t want to come out because of a guard or even a booby-trap. Her fear was real. There were things she knew that I did not.
In the end, we did not get her “out” of that prison, but I did see Jesus walk into the cell and sit down next to her and put His arm around her. And that was what she needed at the time.
Through the course of ministering healing or deliverance to people I’ve seen several people in cages and the door had been open – many walked out and were set free – some were not. The rabbit hole is indeed a lot deeper than I knew (know). I believe some were set free simply by the Grace of Jesus while other’s needed a greater work than I was yet equipped to dispense.
However it came about, I claim no expertise in these things but I am a willing student and vessel when God does want me to do these things. And I suppose at the end of the day, that is all any of us can do – be willing and obedient.
I love this journey I’m on! It’s so exciting to learn new things and even to be able to take these things and look back upon some of my past experiences and get a better, more clear understanding of the why or how things occurred.