The Miraculous – How do you define it?

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.

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As I Am…

God,

I want to see from Your perspective
I want to know what You know
I want to be holy like You are
I want to have want You have
I want to love as You love

Wait – We are One, right?

Let’s try this again…

I do see from Your perspective
I do know what You know
I am holy like You are
I already have what You have for me
I love as You love

Thank you, Papa, for letting me live as though I have already accomplished it all.


#speakthosethingsthatarenotasthoughtheywere

A Glimpse Into My Life – You Might Be Surprised – or Amused.

What is this picture??

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!!!

#notetoself #lizardsarenotagoodsourceofprotein #checkthebag

What Are We Feeding Ourselves?

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. 🙂

But…

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 with Him.

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.

Anointing Oil Miracles

When Paul and I worked in the Healing Rooms, we were in charge of making up the anointing oil that we used in the rooms as we prayed over people.  We loved doing this because we would set aside a morning to blend all the ingredients, praying the whole time. Once everything was blended, then came time to fill each little bottle. That was the best part! Each bottle was prayed over individually as we filled it. Some bottles took longer to fill because there was a special word that was attached to it.

Some bottles or maybe I should say vials- they were pretty small, had what appeared to be little tornados in them. As we prayed and filled the vial, a swirl would begin to appear. By the time we finished praying, it looked like a full-fledged miniature tornado inside the bottle. I didn’t always remember exactly what we prayed since half of the time we were praying in the spirit but I do remember the tornados! Actually, on one occasion I remember saying, yep, that’s for me! And I took that little bottle and put it in my pocket.

One year, during a Feast of Tabernacles gathering, several of us were invited to come and pray over people in the prayer tent they provided. This meeting was held outside under the stars – except the healing tent. They had done an amazing job with the tent. The floors were scattered with Oriental rugs. The four walls had 3 flags each, representing the 12 tribes of Judah. On the westernmost walls was also the largest and most ornate Menorah I had ever seen. Everything was done with great care.

Our team consisted of me and Paul plus 2 other ladies. When we arrived in the tent, we were introduced to an Apostle from Florida who flew in specifically for this meeting. He asked if he could join our team in praying for people – of course, we said yes.

When we began to pray, whoever was leading grabbed some anointing oil out of their pocket and anointed the person receiving prayer. Some people had oil poured over their heads, some on the palm of their hands. All night long we liberally anointed each and everyone we prayed for.

At one point, the Apostle mentioned how he wished he had remembered his own oil, it got left in Florida. I felt the Holy Spirit prompt me to give him mine. My thought was that there wouldn’t be very much left in the bottle but I would give him what I had. To my surprise, the bottle was full to the brim and actually had some running down the sides. That was crazy! We had been pouring that stuff on people all night long and it was a tiny bottle – maybe an ounce at the most.

He accepted my gift of the oil with great surprise and we continued to pray over more people. After praying for a few more people, I reached into my pocket to grab my oil, having forgotten that I didn’t have any anymore and discovered another, full to brimming bottle of oil. I only had one bottle in my pocket when I left the house for the meeting, now I had two.

Not only did God keep refilling the bottles of oil, But He also created another one in my pocket to replace the one I had given away!

I’m not going to go into all the healing miracles that happened that night. Just know, many, many people were healed of things they had been dealing with for a long time – some things for their entire lives.

A couple of weeks after the healing tent incidents, another oil miracle happened.

Our local Healing Rooms was hosting Karen Wheaten and Chosen along with Eddie James for a concert in the inner city. This was a pretty rough part of town and actually where our healing rooms were located. The night before the concert a group of us went to the event field to walk and pray over the land. I, of course, had anointing oil in my pocket. As I walked and prayed, I would pour the oil every few feet on the land, making declarations, etc. I was sure I would run out of oil before I even came close to finishing my section. (Others were praying elsewhere, too.)

About the time I had the thought of maybe running out of oil, a man who prayed with us who happened to live in the area came up to me and asked if he could borrow my oil because he wanted to do some declaring and praying too. Of course, I let him have it. I figured since he lived in the place, he had not only more interest in declarations over the area, he probably had a bit more authority than I did too.

I handed over the oil and walked back over to where the cars were parked. When I turned to look back, he was pouring oil, continually as he walked along the chain-link fence. He kept pouring and pouring. I couldn’t imagine any oil was left and thought he must be making a prophetic act of pouring out the oil.

When he finished he came over to me and handed me the bottle of oil. It was completely full! I could only believe God wanted that land blessed.

We left this place and went to a kingdom business meeting, arriving a little late. When the time came to share, we told the testimony of God multiplying the oil (that was still in my pocket). Everyone was so excited that they wanted us to anoint each of them with the multiplied oil.

I went home with a full bottle of anointing oil.

Oh and so much more . . .

(I’ve had feathers appear in bottles of anointing oil that moments before wasn’t there. That has happened at least three times) It’s funny how many things God does to astound us with oil miracles.

I Am, really!

I am

Paul and I were talking and praying through some things this morning. He had a prayer sheet with a list of things to declare and start your day with – lots of I am statements that he copied from a friend’s timeline. Some of these statements got me thinking.

We all have learned that praying the Word back is a great thing to do. Our words have power and when we declare these things out loud, things happen and heaven moves. Paul likes to say, “The Kingdom is voice-activated” and he’s right. Our words do activate the spirit realm around us.

While going through the prayer points and declarations I kept thinking about how much every one of these requires faith and trust if we are to believe them. For example, how can I know I’m a new creation in Christ if I don’t have faith in that if I don’t trust that the Word is true?

Even though I was praying along while Paul was reading these out loud, I kept having more and more thoughts along the lines of how much faith it took to really believe what I was saying. Was it true, did I really believe what I was saying and praying; or was this just a mantra of ritualistic words that I was familiar with? Did I really believe this in my entire being or was this simply head knowledge?

After a few minutes we got to the statement, I am the righteousness of God in Jesus Christ (2 Cor 5:21) and my thoughts suddenly stopped. I realized that this was the truth – not just in my head but down in my very being, through and through. I believed it because I have faith in the other things He has said and it takes faith in every step and every statement to come to a place where I could emphatically state these things as truth. They weren’t an empty statement or just words on a page.

I began to repeat some of the “I am” statements with the knowledge, with the faith of the truth that they revealed.

I am righteous because I am a doer of the word.

I am a joint-heir with Christ because I am righteous

I am holy because I’m a new creation in Christ. . .

I was realizing, deep inside and not just in my head, that I am these things and whether I’m feeling it or not, I am complete in Him. I lack nothing and I am far from oppression. Fear is simply a lie that I cannot afford to entertain.

Knowing this makes me able to walk in peace and joy no matter what the world throws at me. And, no matter what tragedies and difficulties that are around me I can remain in my identity and be of some use when needed. How in the world can I influence or help anyone if I don’t even know who I am? I can’t – at least not for the good. And who needs influence if it’s bad? No one!

It comes down to identity. Reading these statements again this morning made me realize that I actually believe them all. My faith has grown and it encompasses all the vastness He says about who I am.

A few years ago, that wasn’t the case. I used to read things like this all the time but, I only read them believing they were wonderful but not actually about me. Today the epiphany was, I am all of these things and the peace I can enter into and not have to ever leave is the fruit of that. Today the truth that has been in my heart finally reached my head! Understanding has arrived.

Time to exhale.

Am I being revealed as a Son of God?

Do you ever think about that scripture that says, For all who are being led by the Spirit of God, these are sons of God. (Romans 8:14) and this one, For the anxious longing of the creation waits eagerly for the revealing of the sons of God? (Romans 8:19) 

 I do.

I often wonder what it will look like when the wait is over. I often wonder if I will ever be seen or known as a Son of God.  

When you find yourself being attacked you might want to take a step back and see what is really going on. Yes, it hurts when this happens. Yes, emotions rise up – you will want to defend yourself and refute the accusations. Believe me, I know all about it. Actually, I’m standing in this exact spot right now.

In order to see what might really be going on, we have to go deeper. Attacks are often reactionary as opposed to being responsive. The first is emotionally driven and the second is thought driven in their simplest forms. In my attack, we are looking at the emotionally driven reaction.

In order to distance myself from an attack, I have to step back and look deeper to see what might be motivation or cause. (Even if it’s only perceived that way by the attacker) Often it has more to do with the person that is attacking than the one who is being attacked. And often it has to do with wounds and hurt that have not been properly dealt with or healed.

Unhealed wounds can cause bitterness and negative feelings. Resentment over things that have happened to us can make us feel like victims and that in turn sometimes causes us to make inner vows that we think will protect us from further hurts.

They won’t.

Well, they will but it will only be for a very short time. Eventually,, those vows will become a prison that not only keeps things from hurting us again, they also keep anything good from getting in – like healing! Those wounds will begin to fester and become toxic. This is when seeming unreasonable attacks take place. Unreasonable to the person on the receiving end, that is.

When I was attacked last night, I’ll be honest with you – I wanted to attack right back! I vented, said a few (or several) things that weren’t very lady-like and even started writing out a reply to the person. Thankfully I have a husband who hears from God who advised me to wait, not respond until tomorrow. And also thankfully, I’m wise enough to listen to him!

Before falling asleep I repented for my behavior and outburst towards this person and asked God to soften my heart towards them because I certainly couldn’t do it all by myself. I didn’t sleep well. The enemy was having a heyday with my thoughts. It was difficult to rein them in but for the most part, I recognized his tactics and told him to stop. Mostly they did.

While drinking coffee this morning, Paul and I talked about the incident more. It was occurring to me that this person was very unhappy and had a very negative outlook on life. I gleaned this not from a place of judgment but from previous conversations I had had with this person. Looking at the larger picture, I realized there had been signs that I didn’t recognize at the time.

This person was wounded and saw through that lens, expecting everything to be a problem and everything would go wrong. They were bitter because they hadn’t been healed. It broke my heart, but in a good way. (Not like when they attacked me. That one hurt – this one hurt differently) Paul and I were able to pray blessings and healing over them in a very sincere way. I was able to forgive them and let any resentment or need for punishment fall to the ground.

Yes, I was attacked but at the end of the day, it wasn’t about me. It was about them and their dissatisfaction with themselves. I am still praying for them, prayers of healing and prayers of discovery. I continue to pray they will discover what love is and Who Love is. I pray they will encounter joy and peace and kindness in the most unexpected places.

It’s not always easy to pray for those who hurt us but who said it would be? The easy path is not always the right path to take. The path that pushes us past our comfort zones causes us to take our eyes off our own selves and makes us love stronger, is the one that will produce fruit. It is the path that will identify us as Sons of God.

The whole world is waiting, you know. The world is waiting for a light in the world to be drawn to – that Light is in you!

Note: This happened a year or so ago. I wrote this then. Today I felt like it was time to share again and that maybe it would encourage someone else. G