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.