THRILLING SPIRITUAL INTERVENTIONS

       A powerful way for a family to influence a drug addict or an alcoholic family member to get help is by having an intervention where the family members call the addict into a meeting of members of the family where the individual members tell the addict what his or her addiction has done to ruin their lives.  In that scenario, the addict is forced to view what the addiction has done to other people.  Because of the sad and heartfelt testimonies of family members, most of the time the addict is influenced to get help for his or her addiction.  There are many thousands of success stories of the power of intervention.
      There are spiritual interventions that take place that are not visible to human eyes.  I was privileged lately to hear the end results of the power of spiritual interventions.  The story goes back several years for a complete understanding of the events leading to the freedom caused by spiritual interventions.
      Several years ago a young woman from Mexico named Blanca came to our town and stopped by a local church, inquiring where she could find a woman's charismatic prayer meeting and Bible study.  The secretary at that church knew about the one to which I belong.  She gave to Blanca the name of Marcia, at whose house we met at the time.  As a result, Blanca became a member of our weekly meeting to pray and study about God.  She sent emails of our study material to her sister in Mexico named Dora and Dora began to send the material to other women in Mexico.  Another group member, Dorothy, also sent to Dora a tape on how to receive the baptism in the Holy Spirit.  She followed the teaching on the tape and was blessed with her prayer language, just like all of the women in our group have been.  She would pray in Mexico while we prayed in the United States.
      A situation began in Mexico where Dora's husband. Eduardo, a very prosperous businessman, was harassed by a drug cartel and was forced to pay monthly sums of money as protection for his businesses and for the privilege of continuing in his businesses.  As the cartel began to require more and more money, Eduardo began to deduce what were the plans of the cartel, which might possibly be to kidnap him and ransom him for millions of dollars.  Edwardo, in anticipation of that plan, began to spend nights at different locations in the city, only coming home once a month to see his family. 
      We prayed regularly for Dora, Eduardo and their family because of the threat of his being kidnapped by one of the drug cartels.  During one of our times of intercessory prayers, Marcia, a member of the prayer group, said that while we were praying that the word "sopa" kept coming to her mind but she didn't know what it meant.  Blanca and I immediately said it means soup in Spanish.  We didn't know what real meaning that word had until months later. 
      The next day after that interesting word, "sopa", was given by God to Marcia in her mind, Blanca heard by phone from her sister Dora in Mexico who said that her husband Eduardo came home from his seclusion for one night and said that he had a craving for Dora's soup, which she happened to be making at the time.  He gobbled up her soup while hearing her tell him about the incident at our prayer meeting in the US about "sopa," and the coincidence of that happening before his intense craving for soup.  After leaving his house the next day, he resumed his habit of avoiding the cartel by sleeping in different places every night.
       Eventually Eduardo was located by the cartel and kidnapped with instructions to his family to provide huge sums of money to insure his release.  His son was able to come up with the money and delivered it to the location where he was told that his father would be released.  The cartel took the money but did not release Eduardo.  He was imprisoned someplace, stripped of all his personal clothing.  His head was shaved and he was tortured.  That same scenario went on for a year and a month, with the cartel demanding more and more money and promising that Eduardo would be released.  That never happened.  As time went on, more money and properties were demanded and were delivered to the cartel with the hope that he would be released.  The family found out that some government officials were in cohorts with the cartel on the kidnapping.
       The prayer partners here in Oklahoma were constantly praying for his release.  As doubts would come into our minds, we would pray in God's prayer language more and more.  On one of the occasions when we were together praying for Eduardo and his family it came to me that Dora, her family and the prayer group needed to bless the members of the drug cartel, like Jesus said to do when He told us to bless our enemies.  God told me to pray for them and to do good to them, just like Jesus commanded us.  That was hard for us to do, but we knew that God's ways are not always our ways, so we prayed for them with genuine love for the cartel, even during their evil deeds toward Eduardo.  
       Another member of our prayer group named Jane told us that she had a dream over and over one night about us cooking huge vats of soup to be shipped out.  In the dream she wondered how in the world we were going to ship out all of that soup that we were making.  We laughed over her dream without having an interpretation of it.  Still, we continued to pray daily in the words of the Holy Spirit for Eduardo's release.
       After a year and a month, Blanca received word from her sister Dora that the family had managed to contact another governmental official who had agreed to deal directly with the cartel in hopes of getting Eduardo released.  This was the last hope of his being released alive.  That official did negotiate with the head of the cartel and agreed to pay more money for Eduardo's release. The odds of his being released were only 10% because more than 90% of the people who are kidnapped by cartels are killed.
       Eduardo's son had instructions from the government official to meet the cartel with a satchel full of money on a certain day with the promise of his release.  When his son went to the appointed place, a van pulled up and he saw his dad pushed out of the van with a black hood over his head.  The son walked slowly toward the gun carrying cartel leaders who were leading Eduardo to his son for the exchange.  The son handed over the satchel of money and the leaders of the cartel pushed Eduardo toward his son.  The son instructed his father to back up toward their car and do not turn his back for fear that both of them would be shot in the back. They made it to their car as the cartel leaders sped away in their van. The only item Eduardo had in his hands was a Bible.   
       Eduardo's son had made arrangements for a plane to be ready to fly Eduardo and his wife Dora to a distant country where they would be safe.  They are in that country now, working with doctors to bring Eduardo back to normal from the beatings and starvation that he had endured while in captivity.  He said he had only been provided one meager meal a day for over a year.
        Our prayer partner Blanca could hardly wait to tell her prayer partners the good news.  When she was finally cleared by her sister Dora to tell us, she came to Bible study/prayer meeting and announced the good news to us.  We immediately started crying in awe of God and His perfect ways.  We cried tears of joy like babies.  It was a humbling experience, knowing that God performed a miracle in an evil situation which was meant to lead to death for our brother Eduardo, whom we had never met but whom we felt like we know because we had prayed so often and so long for him. 
       Dorothy's son, Doug, joined us for prayers that day and when we gathered our grateful emotions together we told him the story from beginning to end, about Blanca looking for a prayer group years ago, miraculously finding her way to us, and then our being dedicated to praying for Eduardo and his family because of the terror of the situation in Mexico.  We told him about the "sopa" word that Marcia heard and the soup dream that Jane had.  Then we all said we didn't know what that dream meant, but we were sure it had something to do with the situation. 
      Doug, as convinced as were Daniel and Joseph in the Bible when they interpreted dreams, said that he knew immediately what shipping out the soup meant.  He said that our intercessory prayers in God's language during that year sent words of encouragement to Eduardo's mind while he was in captivity and, as a result, faith was infused into him for his release.   Per God's orchestration, it came to pass eventually. 
      Needless to say, after hearing Doug's interpretation of the dream, again we all cried tears of joy at the reality of God's love and His perfect plans for the release of Eduardo.  We are so in awe of God and His orchestration and his letting us know never to give up. Unbeknown to him, Doug came to pray with us that particular day just so that he could interpret Jane's dream, giving a huge boost to our faith and more praises to God.
      Later it came to me that, because of our prayers in the Holy Spirit, that there are spiritual interventions happening all the time as a result of our prayers.  Hearts are changed, situations are changed, circumstances are changed, all by the words of God who goes into troubling events and brings His perfect will into them.  He uses His kingdom workers in heaven to intervene in dire and dangerous situations when we bring Him into them through our praying in the Holy Spirit.  He provides His words -- in this instance identified to us as His sopa, His soup -- and sends them into the mind of a person in need.  He also invades the minds of people who are operating in evil actions and changes their destructive plans.
      We are in awe of this story and will be forever while we are in this earth, until we become in spirit a part of that family intervention group in heaven which carries out the will of the Father to rescue people from the works of evil.
      This is a true story and worthy of being repeated in order to encourage others to never give up on their prayers.  God can even overrule the plans of an evil drug cartel and change their minds which are set upon killing a man, changing the plans into releasing him to his family.
      Sending forth God's words into the earth which change incidents, situations and circumstances in obedience to the instructions of God through His Holy Spirit is called praying in the Spirit.  It is the most powerful intervention known to people because it brings God's perfect will into a matter. 
      All we did was sit here praying in Oklahoma, with agreement in Mexico from the prayers of Dora and her friends and family, doing what the Holy Spirit said to do by praying in the Spirit at all times.  It's the least we can do, after what He had done for us. 
      Praying in the Spirit is giving God complete authority in a situation.  His ways are so much higher and effective than our ways.  What a wonderful plan He had, to get His spiritual words into the earth to change things according to His will. 
       His "sopa" words did the wonderful work they were meant to do in this story, and they always bring awe to us in the earth because all of the glory goes to God who wants all of His children to live the abundant life.  Being rescued from a vicious drug cartel and being saved from certain death in order to live with his family again is worthy of praising God for His love.
       Homemade soup always warms our bones and satisfies our taste buds.  In this scenario, God's soup freed a desperate man who needed liberty.   
         
      

AND THEN JESUS WALKED IN THE ROOM

It's a rare occasion when we can observe someone who appears to be Jesus in the flesh. Jesus said that whoever had seen Him had seen the Father. On a recent trip I felt like I had seen God, Himself, walk in a room. The person didn't announce that she was God or some creature worth adoring. She merely walked in the room with an unbelievable presence of peace and love accompanying her. Her name is Jennifer and she has the spiritual ambiance of an angel or Jesus or God Himself. Why do I describe her that way? Certainly it was her calmness upon entering the busy circumstances she walked into, which was a family gathering. She had been at work all day, having traveled an hour to work, worked eight hours at a difficult job, traveled again an hour to the gathering. Yet, she had no appearance of being tired from her long day. She appeared fresh and eager to see her many family members in attendance. Jennifer's family consists of her husband, a five year old son and twin baby boys who are seven months old. Her extended family present in the house included lots of cousins, aunts, uncles, second cousins, etc., of which there were 18 present at the family gathering. Upon her entrance into the house, Jennifer's eyes searched for her babies, the objects of her motherly love. She greeted all of the other relatives with kind regard and grace, telling them she appreciated their part in helping take care of her children that day. But her eyes searched for her children. It appeared that she could hardly wait to embrace them and speak loving words to them. Her long drive to and from work and her long work day caused her to deserve some time by herself before becoming an attentive mom again. Not Jennifer. She had spent all day without her babies and she had stored up love that longed to embrace her offspring by touching them and speaking loving words to them. Her eyes spotted one of the twins in a baby seat and she ran over to him, focusing her entire attention on him. She put her warm hands on his bare, chubby legs, running her hands up and down his legs while speaking sweet "somethings" to him, looking admiringly into his eyes. Then she cupped his face in both hands while uttering more soothing, love filled words to him. The twin Jacob was visibly moved by the unconditional love of his mother so his eyes lit up like a beam from a spot light and his mouth broke into a big toothless smile. His little legs began to bounce up and down in the baby seat. Jennifer lifted him out of the seat and cuddled him against her chest, continuing to speak love words to him, genuinely validating his existence. The rapid relaxation of his body was visible to everyone in the room. He was sheltered in the arms of complete, unconditional love. That scene of adoration continued for about five minutes. Then Jennifer asked the location of the other twin. He was sitting on the lap of one of the adult cousins in another room. The loving mom handed Jacob to an aunt to hold and walked playfully but stealthily into the adjoining room. I heard her begin her loving litany delivered to Jason, the other seven month old twin. I peeked around the corner and observed her doing the same thing, running her loving hands up and down his little legs while validating his existence with her assuring words. Then she cupped his sweet face in her hands and continued with gentle words of love while looking directly into his eyes. His reaction was the same as his twin, complete elation at seeing his adoring mother. As she picked him up, his little body did the same things as Jacob's did, it relaxed completely as he was cradled in her arms while she spoke of his value to her life. All I could think was that Jesus was still in the room. After assuring her twins of her love and their value, she asked where her five year old was playing. She was told that he was upstairs with his teenage girl cousins playing video games. She walked to the stairs and called his name, Anthony. Anthony ran down the stairs, leaving his game willingly, and was embraced by his mom who told him how much she had missed being with him that day, telling him that she wished she could have been with him but that they are together again and she was so glad. Neither did she ask him if he was a good boy that day, putting him to a test, nor did she ask him or a report about his day. She merely told him about how much she missed his smiles, his funny stories and how she missed being able to read to him that day. That five year old boy soaked in her love like a sponge. My thought was no wonder Anthony is the picture of how a five year old boy should be. He is blessed with good looks, good manners, kindness, a maturity beyond his years and the ability to talk to adults like he's an adult, without fear of rebuke or disapproval from the listener. Anthony ran upstairs to play with his cousins and Jennifer came into the kitchen to converse with her aunts and me. She picked up one of the twins on the way to the kitchen and he placed his head right under her chin as she hugged and hugged him. She was being refilled with the love and adoration of her child and the baby was experiencing the building of a firm foundation in his psyche. . Jennifer began to tell us about the twins and their differences, said one was a leader and one was a follower. The boys were only seven months old and she already knew keys to their personalities. She explained that one was definitely an adventurer and the other one played it safe. I asked how she can tell them apart since they are considered identical twins. She said that one has a little red tiny birth mark beside his nose that the other twin doesn't have. Not once did Jennifer utter a word of exhaustion from her busy day at work. Not once did she gripe about having to come home to more work. Every word from her mouth brought another assurance of her calm and sweet disposition. Later, the information from my son was that her background is not the background that would lend itself to her present calm disposition. Her mother abandoned her when she was small and her dad was a drug addict, so she was raised in foster homes. Either some of her foster mothers taught her how to love her children or it comes from God. Jennifer knew that being with twin babies and a five year old had been difficult for her husband James, even though he had had help part of the day. Cradling one baby on her hip, she took a cup of coffee to her husband. Not one word of, "You think you have had a bad day. Think about me. I had to be on my feet all day in the lab." No, not that young wife and mother. Instead, she gave her husband the attention that he badly needed after his day of full responsibility of the boys was ending. She knew the labor that is necessary for caring for twins and another child, and she was refilling the tank of her husband which had grown empty of affirmation. She was a jewel to watch. I went to bed before they left but I was amazed that the calm, loving composure never left Jennifer. Yes, it was like Jesus was there in person. His love filled the rooms of the house through Jennifer. That must be what He meant when He said that we would be His witnesses. I know that I had witnessed the true personality of Jesus that day through a human vessel, Jennifer. If all of God's children had the same issues of peace and love emanating from their beings that Jennifer has, there would be no more wars, no more family dramas, no divorces, no killings, no suicides, no seductions, no abuses and no conflicts. There would be peace on earth. I want to be the same witness that Jennifer was that day, where people think Jesus walked in the room. Don't you?

ANGEL GROUND

“Well, glory be,” used to be a popular phrase when a person was amazed at a current event. In today’s world it’s not such a popular exclamation. I kind of like it, so that’s a good phrase for me to refer to relating to an event that happened in my life lately. Several months previously to the “glory be” event I was standing in my front yard talking to the agent for the company I employ to spray my lawn three times a year hoping to eradicate weeds. He has done a good job, so I thought I would inquire of Clayton, the man who does the spraying, if he had any knowledge on how to get rid of the hive of bees which took up residence in my huge oak tree. The bees chose a knot in a limb that had previously been cut off, deciding that their new home would be in my tree. One man had previously offered to remove the bees for $800 but that ridiculous price made me laugh. Another man told me that, unless they were bothering me, to just leave them alone and they will move to another location soon. Sounded good to me, but I thought I would ask Clayton’s advice. He didn’t have anything to offer me relating to bees except a few bee stories. Clayton is always full of stories. While we were standing in my yard discussing the bees with me listening to one of Clayton’s stories, a pickup stopped in front of my house and a young, well groomed young lady got out and came up to me and asked if I needed help in cutting the limb off from the tree that was visible from the street. I told her that I needed to get rid of the bees in the tree because they live on the same limb but closer to the trunk. She admitted that it might be dangerous to disturb the bees since it was summertime and they were enjoying their many sources of nectar from the colorful blooming summer flowers in my huge yard. The young lady handed me a card and told me that when I decided to have work done on the tree to call her for an estimate. She got back in the pickup with her husband who was driving. A few days later Christy, the tree trimming young lady, called and said that she had called the County Extension office and talked to a person who knew about bees and he gave her the names of three men who are bee keepers who might want to collect my bees to add to their collection of hives. She told me that the County Extension manager had said that I must not pay the bee keeper whom I chose to collect the bees because it’s a service of the agency. Sounded good to me. So Christy read off three names and I wrote them down. One of the names sounded familiar. I looked through my notes and the name was the same name of the man who wanted $800 to collect the bees. Needless to say, I didn’t call that guy. But I did call another name on the list and he said that if the bees were high in the tree and they had not reacted to my mowing under the tree already that they would not be a problem for me. I chose to believe him because I had moved under and around the same tree for months without incident. I was impressed with Christy and her business tactics. She didn’t need to go to the trouble to get information for me about the bees, but she did. Right then I decided that when fall came that I might use her and her husband to do the trimming work on several of my trees. When time came to get the trees trimmed, I thought seriously about whom to call. In the past I had used a popular local tree trimmer and knew he was good. The only negative was that everybody uses him and it might take months for him to get around to me. I thought about Christy and her husband and their Helping Hands business and decided to call them for an estimate. Christy and Tony came a few days after I called them and gave me an estimate for trimming four trees. The estimate was low and I was tempted to accept right then but I thought I might be wise to get other estimates. However, I had noticed something very unusual about Tony. I noticed that he was so respectful and loving toward Christy that it was a shock to me. He looked at each tree, told me where he would cut the offending limb and then he would ask Christy’s advice about his suggestion. Most of the time she agreed. Two times she had other ideas and Tony acquiesced to her suggestion, admitting that she was right. He was gentle and loving toward her. It was such a pure and trusting love toward her that I was in awe. It was like a scene out of a "chick movie," as my hubby used to call them. After they left, I fully intended to call two other men and request estimates. I just couldn’t make myself call other men because I was so astounded with Tony’s love and respect for Christy that I kept thinking that they deserved to have the job. Christy’s idea to call the County Extension office for me was beyond the call of duty, too, so that graciousness toward me was impressive, also. I called them and told them to come do the job. They came exactly at the time certain that she said they would be there and they came on the day she had said. They came, did a great job and proceeded to clean up after their work. While they were cleaning up the limbs, leaves and other debris created by his cutting, I wrote a check for them and walked to the yard and handed it to Christy. I told her that the reason I had decided to hire them was the way Tony treated her, told her that the gentle love and respect were impressive to me. Tears came to her eyes and she said that she had been in two very abusive marriages and that now she’s married to Tony. She said that he is what she had always wanted in a husband. I asked her if he is as kind and loving in their home toward her as he is in public. She said yes and that he is just as good a father to her four children as he is to his own daughter. I stood amazed. I asked her if she minded if I told Tony the reason why I had hired them. It was fine with her. She was still teary eyed and mellowed by my conversation with her. I told Tony the same thing that I had told Christy. A big smile came to his face and he freely said, “It’s the Lord.” He proceeded to tell me that God had taught him how to treat his helpmeet and that he loves her with God’s divine love. I told him that his love and respect for her are so visually apparent that it left me amazed. I told Tony and Christy that I know the same Lord and we stood in my driveway talking about the marvelous Heavenly Father who brought us together. We shared miracle stories for a long time. Tony told me that he and Christy are filled with God’s Holy Spirit and that’s why there is a deep, loving, respect for each other. I told Tony that I would like to clone him. By the time we finished sharing testimonies about the goodness of God, I felt like we were standing on holy ground. There’s a song that says that when you are standing on holy ground that there are angels all around. I can attest to that fact. My feet hardly touched the ground and I tingled all over. We know that our paths will cross again soon. The efforts that God instituted to get us together the first time were so orchestrated that I know He is orchestrating another encounter. In fact, we agreed that they will come back when the temperature is below freezing and they will cut the end of the limb off while the bees will be taking their winter rest. There are no coincidences when you know God. There are what I call God-incidences. The one He orchestrated between The Helping Hands of Christy and Tony when He brought them to my house produced my feeling that I was standing on holy ground and there were angels all around. I think they felt the same way because Tony kept saying, “Awesome. This is Awesome.” I agree, Tony, and I am in awe of the ability of God to bring them to my house to help me but to also let us stand on holy ground with angels around. It was angel ground. I asked God one time what He meant when He said that when two or three are gathered together that He is in their midst. He said to me, “I never miss a family reunion.” He certainly didn’t miss the family reunion where Christy, Tony and I stood on angel ground right in the middle of my driveway! It was hallelujah time for sure.

AN ALMOST UNBELIEVEABLE DAY

It started out as just an average day with my plans to go to the doctor in a town about an hours’ drive away from my house and then I had plans to have lunch with my granddaughter and her roommate in the same town. Just a normal day in the day of a grandmother, a visit to one of many doctors and then a lunch date with two beautiful college students. Business as usual. I had been researching some information that I wanted to share with my granddaughter relating to a syndrome called PANDAs which is caused by undiagnosed or misdiagnosed strep throat when a person is small which causes attention disorders in the child and possible overactive imaginations which interfere with sleep which can manifest itself in night terrors as an adult because the person’s mind will not shut down in order to get a good night’s sleep. My granddaughter had declared psychology as her major in order to complete her degree and then get her master’s degree in occupational therapy. I thought that maybe she would be able to research the PANDAS syndrome in her psychology books. Her brother, one of my five handsome grandsons, had confided to me that he cannot learn sitting in a classroom because of his overactive mind and had also confided that his mind is overactive at night with fearful thoughts. I thought his sister would be interested in the PANDAS syndrome. Her brother’s mode of learning is hands-on with personal training. That results in very efficient memory retention in that grandson. That day I picked up my granddaughter and her roommate at their new quad college apartment and asked where they wanted to eat lunch, declaring that the cost was on me and we would go wherever they chose. My granddaughter informed us that she had been craving a hot dog for a long time and one of the sweet shops close to campus had delicious hot dogs similar to the ones at a unique small hot dog place in our town. I was a little disappointed, thinking that she would choose an expensive restaurant since I was picking up the bill. I wanted to treat them to something they could not afford. Acquiescing to her choice of where to eat, we loaded up in my car and found a place to park in front of the establishment. Upon entering the sweet shop/hot dog place, I was amazed at the similarity between it and the one in our town that serves good hot dogs, having the same stools with red plastic seat covers, a long counter bordering the kitchen area. The menu sign had the identical hot dog combinations as the ones with which we were familiar in our town. It was a little early for the lunch crowd and the place was empty, (divinely ordained), so I chose stools in the middle of the counter area and the three of us perched ourselves on the stools and proceeded to order our hot dogs with our individual combinations of additions. As the young lady who took our orders was fixing our drinks and hot dogs, I began to tell my granddaughter and her roommate about my research into the PANDAS syndrome. My granddaughter immediately proclaimed that that learning malady of having an overactive mind sounds just like her brother. She remarked over and over that it sounded just like him. She was very relieved to know that it was caused by the streptococcus bacteria which had been in his system so long when he was a child. He had had strep throat which had been diagnosed as the flu by two doctors before being properly diagnosed by another doctor many days later. Now we were thrilled at knowing the reason for his different learning style. He had refused to go back to college after one semester because of having a preference for one-on-one learning. By this time we were consuming our hot dogs voraciously. Suddenly the young lady who had taken our orders, the owner of the place, interrupted us and asked how old the young man is that we were talking about. We told her twenty-two. She started telling us about her brother who had had the same history and said that he had graduated high school, couldn’t make it in college, had worked construction and odd jobs and then found his niche. She said that he had gone to welding school and learned quickly because it was one-on-one/hands-on instruction. She told us that she is an RN and everyone in her family has college degrees and some have advanced degrees. She informed us that her brother makes more money as a welder than anyone in their family makes in their professions. As she finished her story, a man walked into the shop. It was the young girl’s father. She asked him to tell us about her brother to also encourage us about my grandson. He went into the same story, revisiting the background of his son, telling about his one year education in welding and that he makes more money than anyone in the family at 26, is married, has bought a house and new cars for himself and his wife. My granddaughter and I, and yes, her roommate, knew that we had been on a divine appointment. It was not a matter of happenstance that they had craved the specific hot dogs and that we had ended up there, hearing those words of encouragement from the young lady and her dad. They gave us faith for the future of our much loved family member. We left the sweet shop in amazement at the encounter. Divinely appointed? For sure! The miracles had only begun. I had offered to take the girls to Walmart to buy amenities for their new apartment. They roomed in a really nice quad with a large living room/dining room combination, a fully equipped kitchen. four bedrooms and two baths. It needed some homey touches. We drove to Walmart and the girls picked out towels, a toothbrush holder, three colorful throw pillows and a bright red shag area rug for the floor. Their eyes landed on a wall hanging with the same colors as the pillows so it topped off the purchases. The roommate said that she wanted to look for a plant for the apartment. I asked if she is a “plant person” and she said no, but she thought the apartment needed a plant. She ventured to the area of the store where the indoor plants are kept. Granddaughter and I looked at some other things before joining her in the same area. She was holding a small plant in a glass vase. It was darling, but not what I had imagined buying them. I tried to talk them into buying a large plant in a large container that would sit in the corner, adding to the ambiance of their living room. Both girls said they wanted that individual plant, not a large one. I held up other plants but both girls were insistent on the small plant, saying that it was just what they wanted. I finally agreed, even though I was disappointed in their reluctance to agree to my decorating influence. Upon arriving at their apartment the sweet roommate carried the small plant inside and placed it immediately on the window sill in the sun. My granddaughter and I placed the throw pillows on the couch and a chair and put the bright red shag rug under the coffee table. I noticed the time and announced that I needed to leave quickly in order to make it to my doctor’s appointment on time which was a few miles away. I left hurriedly and arrived at the doctor’s office right on time Later that evening as I was talking on the phone to my granddaughter she said, “Oh, Meme. You’ll never guess what my roommate named our plant.” Of course I couldn’t guess. “She named it Steve,” was the reply. Steve was my late husband’s name who had died two years previously. She said that she had laughed and laughed because the roommate didn’t know her grandfather’s name had been Steve, yet she picked out that name for the plant that they had both insisted on buying. It just looked like a Steve, I guess I suddenly remembered that I had gotten a glimpse at the small plastic stake in the plant on which was written the type of plant that it was. I told her to get the stake and read it. The kind of plant is an Angel Plant. My granddaughter remarked over and over again, “That’s just too weird,” since we have talked many times about her grandpop not being dead but being alive in the heavens that are around us. I told her, “No, it’s not weird. It’s awesome.” That is one time when the true meaning of the word “awesome” was appropriate for the occasion. We know that Grandpop Steve was with us for the occasion and had ordained it, along with God. The next day was Steve's birthday. In fact, the whole day was awesome, an unforgettable, unbelievable day for all three of us. Now I know what a true holy day is. It’s one that is completely ordained by God. We experienced a holy day that day and it was awesome, the true kind of awesome, one that inspires awe of God, the jaw dropping kind.

SO, JUST ASK

There I was, mowing the lawn with a relatively new lawnmower which I love. I also love to mow the lawn. All of a sudden I heard a loud clunk, clunk, sputter, then silence. Heck, it was usually easy to start the relatively new mower, always only taking one pull of the cord and it immediately hummed like an expensive motor boat engine. No such luck this time. Ten pulls and it was silent, not a chug, not a hum, nothing. I was going out of town, so before leaving I called my loving and loyal son De who always is ready to help me with my chores, eager to help fix broken items, etc. As usual, he was amenable to stopping by my house during my absence and checking out the lawn mower. My expert assessment (I absolutely have no experience in motors) was that it needed a new spark plug which I had not replaced over the winter. While away on my out-of-town trip I got a phone call from De and he told me that he had fixed the mower. I asked if the problem was the spark plug. Laughingly, son De said, “No, it wasn’t the spark plug, but did you add more oil to the mower?” Yes, I had taken care of that chore myself before I had mowed the last time, doing what I thought was the proper thing to do. I had filled the oil tank up to the top. Still laughing, my son told me that I had added too much oil and when he started the mower that oil had sputtered out of the motor and smoke filled the garage. He emptied the oil tank and started all over again, only adding what the instruction book said to add. The problem was solved and after returning home I found that the mower started again with the first pull of the cord. It mowed the entire large yard like the dream mower that I had bought. Yes, I should have asked son De to put oil in the mower instead of doing it myself. In fact, while I was mowing the yard the words of my daughter-in-law Kay kept coming to my mind. One time when I did something similar, she said, “When you have something that needs to be done, all you need to do is ask.” I should have asked them about adding oil to the mower. I know that now. Also while mowing the lawn another thought came to my mind, the thought that Jesus said, “Ask and you will receive.” That was His way of saying the same thing Kay said to me, that all I have to do is ask and they will help me. As I was thinking about the similarities, I knew that De and Kay can’t invade my house and do anything they want to do, because it’s my house. Even though they are family, it’s my house and they can’t come in and fix anything unless I ask them because I might have some other plan in the works relating to an item. They have to ask me and I have to give them permission to help me. It’s the same way with God. He has the ability and the power to fix everything in the earth because he created it and he gave the wisdom for all mechanical or physical creations. BUT, it’s the same thing as with my son and me, we have to ask God to fix something in our lives. God can’t legally come into our earth without being asked because He originally gave the earth to people when He told them to have dominion over it. He made people the bosses of the earth, the managers, the caretakers. So He has to be asked to come into the earth, into the life of a person, before He can come in to perform His Mr. Fix-It chores. God has a multitude of workers called angels who come into our situations with Him to help Him bring perfect solutions to our problems when we ask Him. People say that they have asked God to come into their lives and fix something and He didn’t do it. They fail to realize that it took them a long time to break their marriage, their family, their profession or their friendships, and it will take some time to move people around, bring counselors into their lives and change the hearts of the people who are involved. It took time for you to mess it up and it takes time for God to get the mechanics in place to fix it to perfection. Yes, sometimes people lose patience and give up on God just before the perfect solution for the situation emerges. My sister had a dream one time in which there were huge, beautifully wrapped gifts in a room. In the dream she asked why they hadn’t been unwrapped and a voice of Wisdom in the room said, “The people gave up on their faith and lost patience. Inside the packages are all the answers to their prayers” It’s never God who is the problem. The problem is from the earth side. God said it’s His good pleasure to give His entire kingdom to his children. Very often, we ask God’s help and then go our merry ways and continue doing the things that caused the devil to rob us of our blessings. We ask God to perfect the situation, but we continue to curse other people, continue to use anger to injure others, we speak negatively of our governing authorities, we sow seeds of strife with others, we do the works of evil in our lives but expect God to answer our desperate prayer. We can’t play on God’s team, asking Him to solve our problems, and also continue to play on the team of the evil one who tempted us to get into the devastating problem originally. We can’t be double minded, asking for God’s help and all the time also playing on the team of the opponent who caused our problem. We need to be either for God or against God. We can’t be dependent upon Him to fix our problem while we are entertaining the spiritual entities who caused the problem. While my son was fixing my lawn mower, I couldn’t allow some neighborhood ruffians to beat on the mower and pour oil, gasoline, weed killer and insect killer on the mower while he worked on it to perfect it for me. The Apostle James said that we don’t have because we do not ask. He also said that sometimes we ask and don’t receive because we sometimes ask amiss. We cannot expect God to kill someone because we are mad at them for making us unhappy. That is against the nature of God. We can’t expect God to cause someone’s business to fail so that ours will succeed. He is no respecter of persons. That would be asking amiss. God can work miracles in your life if you ask and if you walk in love, forgiving others and refusing to judge others. Those are the works that He said when He said that faith without works is dead and when He said that faith works by love. All of that is covered in the book of James in the Instruction Book. Hey, all we need to do is ask and continue to play on God‘s team, being loving and forgiving. God said to walk in communion with His Spirit and you won’t fulfill the lusts of the flesh. He said to pray in the understanding and in the Spirit and magnify His power by praising Him and thanking Him even before the answer to prayers are manifested. Just ask. It’s so simple. Everything with God is simple. We make it difficult by believing the thoughts of doubt and fear which invade our minds. So, just ask.

TOBIT, TOBIAH AND JON

Sometimes the miracles of God take our breath away. Sometimes the mercy of God overwhelms us. Sometimes the results of the guidance of God results in happenings that are so supernatural that the human mind has trouble believing them. It has happened to me many times. The events from the following experience have been so magnificent that I had to choose to believe them because my human mind had trouble computing that God has the ability to astound His children with such awesome magnificence. Yes, this story about the astounding answer to My prayers still takes my breath away, leaving me so in awe of God that all I can do is thank Him, thank Him and continue to thank Him. Years ago when our son Jon announced to my husband and me that he was leaving college and joining the Navy, the events that followed as a result of my grieving appeals to God necessitate my writing highlights of the entire story, hoping that the testimony will build faith in those who read it. At the time, the shock of Jon’s announcement of the change of his plans from attending college to joining the Navy was alarming to me because Jon was the kind of kid who hardly ever left the block where we lived. He was the son who was not very social, came home early from parties and dates, one who seemed to enjoy the home fires and their security. So when he decided to leave college and travel the world with the Navy, it was completely out of character for him. It was definitely not in his plans or our plans for his future, which was for him to fulfill his dream of becoming a doctor. I did not receive the news of his joining the Navy with the same joy that my husband did. My husband rejoiced that he was getting a big raise because he didn’t have to pay for college for Jon. However, I had my doubts that Jon had the social skills and maturity to make the right decisions while in the military. I prayed and prayed and prayed about his decision. I cried and cried and cried before he left for boot camp. I cried when he left on the bus for his first experience in the Navy. I feared for his safety since he had always been a “home body.” The day after my husband and I put Jon on the military bus headed for boot camp, I sat on our back porch and cried and wailed and prayed for his safety. Visions of devastating war scenes tormented my mind and I was unable to pull on the gift of faith that God so often gives under trying situations. I prayed for hours about the safety of our son and prayed for his future. A recurring thought kept passing over my mind as I prayed. It was that I should read the book of Tobit in the Apocrypha part of a Roman Catholic translation of the Bible which had previously been given to me by a friend. The book of Tobit and a few other books are not found in most translations of the Bible, not because they are not recognized as being divinely inspired, but they are deemed to be similar in value to other books which are accepted by both Roman Catholics and Protestants. However, I knew that there are many lessons from the books of the Apocrypha that are read from the lectern in the Episcopal Church, of which we were members. I had read many times from the Book of Wisdom in the Catholic Bible which was given to me by my friend, but had never read anything in the book of Tobit. Actually I had never had a desire to read that unfamiliar book, maybe having some doubt that the contents were divinely inspired. As I cried and prayed for Jon‘s safety, the thoughts kept coming again and again to read the book of Tobit. I kept refusing the thought, arguing with myself that there would be no reason to read that strange book of which I had no knowledge. Finally I decided that reading that unfamiliar book might serve to maybe get my mind off of my grief and fear for the safety of our son who would be traveling all over the world in military ships. Reluctantly, I went to my library of books and picked up the Roman Catholic translation of the Bible which contained the book of Tobit. I returned to my chair on the back porch and like a spoiled child I turned almost defiantly to the book of Tobit. I didn’t turn to the first chapter, but flipped immediately to the fifth chapter and let my eyes randomly land on the 18th verse which said that Tobiah was the son of a man named Tobit, and before starting on a journey he kissed his mother and father goodbye, but his mother cried and chided Tobit for sending their young son on the long journey to a foreign country. The mother wept uncontrollably as their son set off on the journey. There I was, crying the same type of tears for the same reason. In the book, Tobit assured his wife that their son would return successfully from the journey in good health. Tobit told his wife that their son Tobiah would be safe and sound because a good angel was going with him, that he would return unharmed and that the journey would be successful. Needless to say, I couldn’t believe my eyes at the similarity of the story of Tobit and the situation in which we were living at the time with our son Jon. The events were almost identical. I turned back a few pages to see if there was a reference to a particular angel of which Tobit spoke who was to accompany Tobiah on his journey. Sure enough, in chapter 3 of the book of Tobit there was the reference of the angel Raphael and his appointment by God to accompany Tobiah on his journey. It says that God heard Tobit’s prayer for the safety of his son, so God sent the angel Raphael to accompany Tobiah on his journey with the admonition to bring Tobiah back to this family safe and sound. When I read the story of Tobit and Tobiah, I had right there in front of me in black and white, on printed pages, God’s promise that our son Jon would be returned to our home safe and sound because he would be accompanied by a special angel, one sent with Jon to keep him safe until he came safely back from the Navy. There was no doubt in my mind that the story was for me. In fact, I praised and thanked God over and over and over for the story of Tobit and how it assured me of God’s intervention in the life of our son. I even thanked God that He had included that book in the particular translation of the Bible which had been given to me by a dear friend. I told God that I even thought He had put that book in the Apocrypha for me, to give me faith for the return of our son. There was even a reference in another chapter to Tobit having cataracts in his eyes. My own mother was going to have cataract surgery while Jon was in boot camp. The similarities of the stories were astounding. There were no more crying episodes for me, no more periods of wailing, no more bouts of depression from lack of faith. I had God’s promise in black and white that Jon would return from his Navy duties safe and sound. In fact, those two portions of the book of Tobit were all that I read at the time because the words were all that I needed to be infused with unshakable faith that God had appointed a special angel named Raphael to accompany Jon on his journey and to keep him safe and sound until he came home. Years later, after his safe journey ended, I continued to praise God for His assurance and for His being true to His words to me. The thought came to my mind that I should read some more of the book of Tobit. I read a few more chapters and found some more similarities. Tobiah found his wife while on his journey to the foreign country with Rapheal, had married her and later had seven sons. Again I was shocked at the similarities. Our son Jon found his wife while in the Navy. She is also foreign born, a beautiful Filipino woman, and they have four sons. The angel Raphael had done the same work in Jon’s life that he had done in the life of Tobiah in the book. Being awe struck at that revelation, I praised and thanked God again and again for his magnificent plan in answering our prayers. It’s been twenty-five years since Jon and his wife Jaycee were married. I decided that I needed to send this story to the friend named Claudette who gave me the particular Bible, the one containing the book of Tobit which infused me with unshakable faith for the return of our son from his military journey. So I determined to write the story today. As a reminder of the similarities in the stories, I decided that I needed to read the entire book of Tobit, which I had never done. There are even more unbelievable similarities in the stories, the one in the Bible which is thought to maybe be fiction and the story lived in reality by our family. In reading the entire story of Tobit, I was overwhelmed again with the majesty and power of God. Since I had never read the entire book, I had missed another shocking similarity. In the book of Tobit there is a lengthy story of Tobiah and his bride Sarah. Edna was the name of Sarah’s mother who was a loving, positive influence in her life. Edna was the name of my own mother, who had the same positive attitudes and who was also praying mightily for Jon’s return from his military journeys. I’ve never seen the name of Edna in any other book of the Bible. It’s not currently a popular name. I love the name Edna now because it has special significance, confirming another special element of the circumstance in which God infused me with faith for the safe return of our son Jon to our family exactly the same way He returned Tobiah to his family in the book of Tobit in that Bible. Tobit told his son Tobiah that he should tell the story of God’s mercy in sending the angel to accompany him on his journey so that others would know about God’s desire to meet the needs of all of His children. I have accepted that admonition as my own, to tell the miraculous story of how God used a random book in the Bible to confirm His answer to my prayers and that He was sending an angel along with our son to bring him home safe and sound. I wrote a song to God years ago in which the chorus says, “Oh, You are more, more, more than enough. You’re my healer, my provider and my peace. Yes, You are more, more, more than enough, my deliverer, my shepherd and my life.” Yes, surely He is more than enough and all that we need! He proves His love to us constantly. Thanks to God for His answers to our prayers and thanks to my friend Claudette who years before the event gave me the Bible which God used to take away my grief. It became the effective tool through which God let me know that he was answering My prayers. Hopefully you will believe this testimony as you read it and it will build your faith that God will do the same type of miracles in your life. When you believe that He will, He certainly will. God is more than enough.

WHOOPEE PRAISES

I have never heard that “Whoopee” would be acceptable praises to God, not until I found myself doing that very thing, shouting praises to God by shouting “Whoopee.” You need to know the background and the setting behind that unusual exclamation of praise, so here goes: Ten days ago I had had my yearly mammogram performed in the hospital of a close town in which my primary care doctor has his office. His office scheduled the appointment and I was pleased to undergo the exam since I am a 24 year survivor of breast cancer and for the last ten years I have finally been able to relax when undergoing the mammogram exam. I felt that I have overcome that disease for this long and there surely won’t be a reoccurrence now. A few days later I got the call from my doctor’s office telling me that the mammogram showed some “suspicious” tissue and that I needed to have another series of exams. I took the news with trepidation, having expected to receive the call stating that everything was clear on the mammogram results. I started praying diligently and asked my good friends whom we affectionately call the Prayer Posse to also pray for me. Included in that Prayer Posse are several members of my family. The appointment for the second mammogram was scheduled for ten days later. It is done in a busy hospital with excellent technicians who are gentle, kind and loving. I spent lots and lots of hours praying in the Holy Spirit for myself, something I rarely do for myself, but included were other people in the hours and hours of prayers. On the day of the second scheduled mammogram I prayed in the Holy Spirit all the way to the hospital as I drove to the town where the hospital is located, and as I got closer to the hospital I had a sense that God had erased the “suspicious” tissue from my breast. That was only a fleeting thought, not a strong impression. I thanked God for His ability to do that and told Him that I believed He had truly done a miracle for me. I arrived on time for the appointment and was called into the exam room just a few minutes after the schedule said. When I entered the exam room, I noticed a scripture painted on the wall which said, “With God all things are possible to those who believe. Mark 9:23.” That was comforting and I reflected on the fact that I had not seen that statement on that wall at the past appointments. Also there was a hanging cloth plaque with the silk screen messages Hope and Believe printed many times on the cloth. That boosted my faith, too. The technician is always so kind and gentle and makes the mammogram as pleasant as possible. She immediately told me that the radiologist had requested more tests with extra compression so that she could compare the new slides with the ones taken ten days previously. Being use to the procedures, I relaxed and put my arms where she told me, and twisted my body into unusual contortions so that she could get the proper views on the mammogram. After mammograms were taken in three different positions, she said that she was taking them to the radiologist so she could compare them to the previous ones from ten days previously. Then she said that if there was nothing of concern on the mammograms that I would be free to leave and go home. BUT, she said, if there was still something of concern that she would return and take me to the ultrasound room for extra testing. I was a little nervous to hear what the radiologist was viewing, of course. In about five minutes, the tech returned and said that the radiologist wanted a complete ultrasound of the suspicious area. Not good news! However, I went willingly to the ultrasound exam room and met the young tech in charge who would do the ultrasound, a beautiful and gentle lady. She used the ultrasound wand gently but took a long, long time, all the while with the machine making beeping sounds. After about 15 minutes of recording the ultrasound, the tech told me she was going to take the results to the radiologist and they would discuss the findings. I laid on the table with my faith beginning to slip a little. I knew that God would see that I got healed, but I didn’t relish going through medical methods of healing, those being radiation and chemotherapy. After an agonizing few minutes the tech returned with the radiologist and announced that the radiologist wanted to be present while she did a completely new series of ultrasound tests. Again, not good news! The radiologist was a pretty young lady who was just as kind as the other ladies in the radiology department. She thought she recognized me and I assured her that I didn’t know her. She told the ultrasound tech to begin the testing while she watched the screen. By then my blood pressure was beginning to rise a little bit, imagining that there were diseased areas that they were trying to identify more completely. After the extensive ultrasound exam was completed, the radiologist announced to me that the areas of concern that were found ten days ago were not now visible on the current mammograms. She said she had ordered the ultrasound testing to make sure the new mammograms weren’t missing what they had seen on the previous ones. Then she told me that the areas of concern were now neither visible on the current mammograms nor on the ultrasound exams. The thought came to me that, for sure, God had miraculously erased the areas of concern from my breast, healing me, just like the thought came to me in the car. I almost skipped out of the radiology department after redressing, feeling light as a feather as I glided across the huge parking lot to my car, thanking God all the way for what He had done for me. It was worth all of the hour and a half of tests and anxious thoughts to hear the great news from the radiologist. When I got to my car for the 45 minute to an hour drive back home, I wanted to praise God again but when I started to open my mouth with normal words of praise I started shouting a strange thing. I started shouting the word, “Whoopee,” very loudly amidst the flood of tears of gratitude. I kept shouting, “Whoopee,” loudly every few seconds as if I had won a huge sporting event or received a valuable gift, which I actually had done. I felt like an idiot, thinking maybe that I should be praising God in the usual way with words of thanksgiving, but I found that there was such great joy in shouting, “Whoopee,” with the emphasis on the “whoop.” That continued all the way home. I had the thought that even though that wasn’t an exclamation that I had ever shouted, that it was an exclamation that my husband would have used. He had died two years previously of cancer. Early in our marriage I had occasionally heard him use that word in joyful situations. Then the thought came to me that my loving husband was, in fact, participating with me in my joy, adding his multiple shouts of, “Whoopee,” to my praises to God. Why not? I know that he is in the cloud of witnesses in the heavenly dimension around us. I also know that he would be shouting words of exclamation with me if he were still in the flesh by rejoicing right along with me. Even greater joy came to me with that revelation. Shouts from my mouth of, “Whoopee,’ filled my car all the way home and into the evening. The next morning I woke with thoughts of doubt that God had actually erased from my breast the areas that were suspicious and of great concern to the radiologist. I rejected that thought, knowing that the enemy of God’s children always comes to rob God of praise. Later that day as I was typing a love message from God for my blog, one that I had handwritten seven days before the current event, I was amazed when I saw that the first sentence said, “All things are possible with God to those who believe, Mark 9:23.” It was the identical scripture that was painted on the wall of the mammogram exam room. “Whoopee,” was again my exclamation, that God had confirmed His work by having the identical scripture at the beginning of my writing that day as was on the wall of the exam room the day before. That is no coincidence. It’s what we call a God incident. A loving friend called and told me to read in the dictionary the meaning of the word. I did and it becomes even more exciting. The word “whoopee” means to express a shout of great exuberance. To “whoop it up” means to celebrate riotously and as an expression of enjoyment and enthusiam. I whooped it up all the way home that day after hearing the good news. It had to be with the same degree of gratitude that the Psalmist David intended when he wrote that we must shout for joy, praising God for His goodness. “Whoopee,” just seems to express my gratitude now. Try it, with the emphasis on the “whoop” as you shout. It will express joy but will also bring more joy to you. I know that God loves it because of what it does for us, bringing joy and exhilaration to us. So I’m expecting to celebrate and shout, “Whoopee,” more often Try it. You’ll be surprised what it does for you. Whoopee, another battle has been won.