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.

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Miracles – What I’ve begun to see in my everyday life

 

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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. The other morning while Paul and I were drinking our coffee, Paul began to describe some of the phone calls he received at work a few days prior.  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 a 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 be 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 that you and me can walk in the miraculous on a daily basis. I think it’s a 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.

A day in the life. . . .

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Yesterday I had finally gotten the chance to get back out and do some much needed weeding in my back yard. After about an hour, Paul was able to come out and help too. We really made a lot of progress and the garden was beginning to re-emerge again. It was in such bad shape! I believe that every weed seed that landed on the ground took root.

We’d already been out there a couple of hours or more taking back the land, so to speak when I decided I had done enough. I got up to go inside to use the restroom before picking up all the tools and piles of weeds.

While in the restroom, I saw something moving on my shoulder out the corner of my eye. I reached around and grabbed whatever it was and felt a sting. When I saw that I had a red wasp in my hand and it had already stung me, I threw it on the floor and stomped it! (It had gotten caught in my hair and I’ll admit it kind of freaked me out a bit!) I then flushed that still wiggling wasp down the toilet, where it belonged! TMI, yeah.

As soon as I took my focus off the wasp, I immediately began experiencing pain. I had gotten stung at the top of my arm but then the pain started shooting across my shoulder blade and down my arm, spreading out from the wound site. I can’t tell you how mad that made me! I began rebuking the pain and telling the venom that it had no right to move through my body like that. It had to stop right now in Jesus name. I wasn’t going to stand for it!

I looked in the mirror at the sting sight and it was already swelling up a great deal. I laid my hand over it and prayed again; rebuking pain and swelling.

After that, I went outside and told Paul about the wasp and what had happened. When we looked at the sting site again, the swelling had stopped increasing and was actually in a reversal. Paul prayed something about the histamines and the pain lessened even more. That was good enough for me. I considered it a done deal.

We cleaned up all our gardening mess, put away our tools and went back inside.

When I got in the shower a few minutes later, there was a little pain but the area around the site was still red, but the swelling was completely gone. By the time I got out, even the redness was gone and there was no pain whatsoever. The only sign that the sting had been there was the little red dot where the puncture happened.

I’ve never had a wasp sting dissolve and go away like that before. It has always taken at least a day if not two to heal.

One thing I can tell you; Prayer works! I know I was divinely healed and when we stand in our authority and pray and declare from that place, miracles happen…..THIS miracle happened!

Today I’m pain free and can hardly find where I got stung. Remember, this is normal, everyday life folks. This is the inheritance we get to walk in today. Invite God into your life and expect Him to show up, because He will.

Miracles happen all the time and today, I experienced one.

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I was carrying out some plants to the front porch to their summer home earlier today and then decided to take them to the bottom of the steps since it was raining and a good soaking would do them good. I had carried three down the steps and was carrying the forth one when my left foot slipped on the slippery step and slid down four of them. Sadly, my right foot stayed behind me and when I fell, it was to slide down 4 concrete steps with my right leg bent behind me and my shin taking the brunt of the impact. (I’m so thankful I had put jeans on instead of the shorts I started to. It would have really been a bloody mess.)

It happened so fast; one minute I was carrying the potted plant and the next it was shattered on the steps and me, I was sprawled halfway down, stuck even. It took a moment for me to get my leg untwisted so I could get up and access the damage.  The flower pot didn’t make it sadly but I had no broken bones at least. What I did have was a nasty abrasion on my shin and shooting pain down my leg that began at the hip socket on the outside of my right thigh.  Ouch! Poor Paul, he was not feeling well himself so was resting in the room just above the steps. He was awakened by the crashing sound of the flower pot and had no clue what it was. When he looked out the window, it was to see me trying to pull myself back up from my sprawl.

I came in the house to changed clothes so I could assess the damage.  I saw that my shin was totally purple where the abrasion was and my joints:  knee, hip, and ankle were shooting pain. I had a nine inch abrasion on my shin, a small one by my knee and a bruise on my big toe and foot. (so much for the flip flops). After taking inventory, I had the thought I wouldn’t be able to work later this week because I was expecting my leg to just get more stiff and sore as time passed since it hurt so much and looked terrible.

Paul prayed, and apparently so did many others and to be honest, I just wanted to go lie down! I was in the middle of baking cookies and when that last batch came out, I limped into my office to get my bottle of water and my tablet so I could then go rest. As I was walking to my office I felt a shift in the spirit, then in my leg. The joint and muscle pain ceased by at least 50 percent and much of the purple bruising had disappeared. That was so cool. But I was still determined to go and rest a while: I took an ibuprofen and went to lie down for about 30 minutes.

When I got up, the abrasion was diminished even more! The pain in my hip and leg was completely gone and I wasn’t walking with a limp. The pain had been so severe than I couldn’t walk without a limping.  Now there wasn’t any swelling, tingling or shooting pain whatsoever!

I have since gone out and ran some errands and still all is well. If anything, the abrasion is getting even better. It’s amazing!

Paul told Jesus, Thank you! And Jesus told him, “It’s what I do.”

And I say: Thank you Jesus!

And thank you everyone else for praying. He’s a miracle working God! I am healed when I thought I was going to be stiff and sore for days! He is so good.

The first picture is kind of dark. I couldn’t lift my leg very well so I had to make do with the lighting.  Notice all the bruising  and purple areas.

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The second picture is lighter in exposure but you can see the huge difference……20150414_154852