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Make You Feel My Love

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Love that TransformsI’ve been taken by Sam Kelly’s rendition of Make You Feel My Love. Watching closely we see the impact of his heart and words on the judges and those in the audience.

It is a beautiful thing to witness how his sincere rendition of this song cuts through the veneers and polish of our lives (could you feel it too?), to the heart of our matters.

Here are the lyrics:

“When the rain
Is blowing in your face
And the whole world
Is on your case
I could offer you
A warm embrace
To make you feel my love

When the evening shadows
And the stars appear
And there is no – one there
To dry your tears
I could hold you
For a million years
To make you feel my love

I know you
Haven’t made
Your mind up yet
But I would never
Do you wrong
I’ve known it
From the moment
That we met
No doubt in my mind
Where you belong

I’d go hungry
I’d go black and blue
I’d go crawling
Down the avenue
Know there’s nothing
That I wouldn’t do
To make you feel my love

I could make you happy
Make your dreams come true
Nothing that I wouldn’t do
Go to the ends
Of the Earth for you
To make you feel my love, To make you feel my love”

This – in a nutshell – is the heart of God for every single one of us.

It’s for you and me.

The Gospel of the Lord Jesus Christ is right here, embodied in this song, and in the manner of depth and heart by which this young man who sings it.

“For God so loved the world”

Listen Again

And let it soak in,

God’s love song to you

Healing

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kids 2I’ve been learning about miracles. Waiting on the Lord for miracles. Been anointed time and again for signs and wonders.

The anointing has been increasing incrementally over the last few years, and exponentially the last few months.

Having been in the business of emotional healing and heart miracles for some time now, years of inner healing and deliverance has me completely confident that when I pray/declare something freed off of a person that it happens. It is done.

Strongholds are broken. New opportunities await. Lies are released. Freedoms are found. Bonds are finished. Strength is imparted.

There is no doubt. No double-mindedness. No wavering.

But when it comes to physical healing, I am still a novice.

Still learning, still experimenting, still trying to figure it out.

Two weeks ago, praying for person after person, there came a woman who had trouble with her colon; it would come out of her body when she used the toilet.

I am really glad that no one could tell what I was saying as I with quiet dismay softly prayed out loud,

“God, I haven’t the slightest clue what I am doing.”

“Nor how you heal this kind of thing. I simply ask that you heal her.”

I then received a picture of the fibers around her colon being stitched back together, so I declared this, spoke what I saw and in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ.

I don’t what happened for her, if anything. But the picture I received gives me hope that perhaps something healed for her that day.

A dozen or more people down the line, came a boy of about 12 who was deaf in his left ear. Again, in dismay and softly out loud, this was my prayer that time,

“God, I am afraid of having you pour through me. I feel as though you will consume me if you pour through. But today, I give you permission to destroy me if that is what it will take to heal this boy. I am okay with your destruction of me if it will heal him.”

And the boy was healed.

My hand was over his ear as I was praying that rather unorthodox prayer. I felt nothing, but upon testing he could hear.

We smiled, and those in line who had witnessed clapped.

And I wasn’t consumed, and I wasn’t destroyed, I’m here to tell about it.

What I am learning is that healing comes when ones heart is moved by God’s heart for another. This in turn moves God’s heart, and with two hearts in tandem for someone else, healings are the result.

But I am still afraid.

Afraid to pray individually over person after person for hours on end.

Afraid of exhaustion. Afraid of being consumed. Afraid of being poured out. Literally.

Simply afraid.

The day I prayed strongholds off of an entire area I was exhausted afterward. And with fifty children and twenty adults then pressing in for handshakes and hugs and well wishes, I was simply relieved that Moses had fired up the motorcycle and all I had to do was make a run for it and we were gone.

There are a lot of growing pains to go through in the months and years to come. I am glad I don’t have to learn it all at once.

And I am glad that God is big enough for my fear, and I am glad that God will wait on me as I adapt and grow into this calling.

And I am glad to know that what was hard years back is now easy today, and therefore, what is hard today, will simply be easy in the future.

That day of healings, as I was leaving there was a boy of about 7 years of age. His right hand was lame. It hung limp and useless. I touched his hand, spoke some words while I massaged it, willing healing to come.

I encouraged him to flex his fingers, to open and close his hand. The other children all around helped to tell him what I was wanting, and he began to move his hand, flexing his fingers in and out.

I don’t know if his hand has been healed or not.

But I realize that healing is the same muscle as being healed. We must flex it, and test it, and want it bad enough to risk it not happening, and to keep on asking anyway.

The Veil

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P1080387 compressedIn coaching we are quite aware that just behind our knowing, just beyond our understanding, are answers and solutions and provision that we are not yet aware of.

As a coach my role is to facilitate a client in seeing what they could not see before.

Again and again I’ve seen and experienced this, where there seemed to be no answers, and then voila, answers begin falling into place.

When we are blind we cannot see what is right at hand yet just out of reach.

It is the same for ourselves in virtually every area of life.

We see dimly or not at all, and meanwhile a myriad of good things are right at hand, we simply don’t know it!

A week-plus ago I lost my keys. For an entire weeks time I’ve been unable to open my mail-box; mail has been arriving I could not access it, and had no idea what was there.

Meanwhile I’ve been nearing another trip to Uganda. Over the last few weeks since saying out loud, “Yes, this trip appears that it will happen.” each day has been an exercise in waiting on some things, putting action to other things, and simply, almost hourly, laying my fear out before the Lord.

“I am so freaking out right now God!”

Part of the waiting has been the full financial provision for the trip. Then its been wanting someone to stay at my home and with my kids while I am away, and a ton of other little things as well that all needed to be arranged and acquired.

With hundreds of people waiting on me in Uganda, with promises made that I am arriving and these are the weeks and here is the agenda…

And yet with no plane ticket bought, it would seem many moments of insanity,

If it wasn’t so clearly a trip of faith.

(But man has my faith been stretched!)

Every single day has been a day of waiting expectation…

Waiting for just that sense that ‘Yes’, time to buy a ticket…

Waiting for enough money to say spring into action…

Knowing it’ll be there…

Waiting…

Praying…

Continuing on in action in every other way… waiting…

Monday morning I woke with a clear sense of ‘Today I need to finish packing my bag.’

Still no ticket bought…

Packing…

As the early morning turned into mid-morning it became apparent that it was time to buy that ticket, and so it’s been purchased and I’m leaving on Wednesday.

Many of you will in fact be reading this while I am in flight.

With the ticket bought, confirmations back to Uganda made regarding my time of arrival, with my bag packed, I received a replacement key to my mailbox near the end of the day.

And right there, sitting for over a week’s time, right there but not known about, a cheque for over $2000.

I am reminded of the veil.

We are told in the Bible that when Jesus died on the cross that the veil in the temple was ripped in two. The veil being the division between human beings and God. This veil, hiding the secret things of God, was removed through the work of Christ.

Jesus’ coming ripped that veil in two, making a way to know God intimately. God is right there, but we haven’t always seen or perceived or understood.

And along with God comes the provisions and answers and solutions of our lives.

It is all right there.

All the answers.

All the solutions.

All the provision.

Even if we cannot see it, even if we cannot perceive it, even if…

It is all right there, just at hands reach, if only we could see.

A walk of faith is simply walking forward in the midst of NOT seeing the full answers, while simultaneously having the living God open our eyes to see provision and receive understanding in increasing fashion.

My own last weeks of faith walking have felt pretty brutal in a lot of ways. I’ve been stretched and pulled and pushed in ways I never would have chosen.

And yet I know that a walk of faith simply boils down to putting action to conviction, and so I’ve been busy about putting some action in every single day in order to be ready.

And while it all seems upside down (doesn’t one buy a ticket and then get ready instead of getting 100% ready and then buying a ticket!), in the realm of the supernatural where faith walks happen, it makes perfect sense.

For the answers that we cannot yet see, are right there; just behind the veil, just behind our perception, just outside our paradigms and beyond our understanding, but there nonetheless.

If we will only allow our minds and hearts to see in a different way.

A favorite verse of mine, “And we all, with unveiled face, beholding the glory of the Lord, are being transformed into the same image from one degree of glory to another.” 2 Corinthians 3:18

A relationship with the living God removes the veils from our faces. We understand things of the spirit that we had beforehand never even imagined.

Christ removed the veil between us and God, and now God removes the veil between us and the provision and answers for our lives.

With unveiled faces, from glory to glory

‘Jesus thank-you so much for removing the barrier between me and God. I accept this work done on my behalf, something I could not do myself, and I welcome your work and presence into my life. God thank-you for making a way that I can see and know and understand all you have for me. I invite your knowing into my life. Teach me to see beyond the veil.’

Jesus Christ: the original coach, opening our paradigms and understanding every single day!

I’m interested in what lays just beyond my understanding, beyond the way I naturally go about life, beyond what I can come up with on my own,

What about you?

God’s Oil

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P1080445 smallOur hearts can grow tough and brittle. The difficulties and challenges, the trauma’s and tragedies that we all have experienced in some form or fashion, can do a number on our internal reserves.

Often we shrink from these things. And often rightly so. Yet many years ago I learned a very valuable lesson that has stood me in good stead ever since.

It was the birthing day of my oldest child. I’d never been in labour before, was young and not familiar with pushing through pain and quite simply, looking back, did not know the strengths I possessed.

One memory stands out strong. I was laying on my side in the bed, with eyes closed, breathing through each contraction, using a bit of gas as I went along.

At the end of a contraction I opened my eyes to find my doctor standing against the window-sill, simply watching me. Observing how I was handling the pain, how I was coping.

And he spoke to me the most profound words I have ever heard:

“Just let the pain do what it is supposed to do.”

I’ve carried those words ever since, and while I won’t go into the long story here, let me say that I’ve had lots of practice letting pain do what it is supposed to do.

The results have been magnificent.

You see, we have two options when it comes to pain. We can shrink from it, our souls and minds becoming shriveled and pinched, with life shrinking-in and our spirits playing smaller and smaller with each passing day.

Or we can allow pain to wash over our being, exactly as a contraction washes over a woman’s body when in labour, birthing in our lives strength and resilience and flexibility of heart, spirit, mind and body.

Shrinking back from pain results in tightened muscles, anxious anticipation, nervous reactions and wasted energy.

All of which make for brittle living, embittered spirits, exhausted hearts and limited vision. We go from weakness to weakness. Like worn out wine skins, weathered tennis shoes, or neglected car leather, our inner being becomes increasingly fragile.

We cannot contain the glory of God, do not have emotional reserve for miracles or blessings, and we wonder what the heck has gone wrong with our life.

The study of oil is of great interest. Physically we use oil to soften parched skin, add shine to hair, seal wounds and when massaged oil brings relief to sore and weary muscles.

It is the perfect picture of God and us.

I’ve seen firsthand time and time again, how the presence of God soaks into an individuals reality, bringing an oil of sorts to worn-out hearts, restoring sheen to lackluster spirits, and vibrancy to life’s muscle.

Pain need not have the last say in our lives. Inviting God into the atrophied parts of our being, makes for something profound.

I guarantee it