It’s a funny thing about miracles. You need to ask for them. If you don’t, they don’t happen. If you do, maybe they happen, maybe they don’t. It’s all up to God, whose ways are higher than our ways and whose thoughts are higher than our thoughts.
It’s a funny thing about miracles. You need to ask for them. If you don’t, they don’t happen. If you do, maybe they happen, maybe they don’t. It’s all up to God, whose ways are higher than our ways and whose thoughts are higher than our thoughts.
I suffer from a back that occasionally goes “out,” meaning I bend in some direction, and things go sproing. With the help of a chiropractor it usually takes three or four weeks before I can feel normal again. This happens every couple of years.
Last fall, it happened again. I was bending over and twisting, and sproing, there it went. It hurt to move, but move I had to do to live my life. I went to the chiropractor, and she did some adjusting and so on, but it was going to be the usual recovery period, I could tell.
I met with my regular prayer partner, Jennifer. Jennifer and I often lay on a hand and pray for healing.
This video documents the healing of a blind woman in Nigeria. Thank you, Lord!
My sense of smell had been on the way out for maybe 20 years, and had finally totally absented itself for about three years. My mother had had the same problem. I just figured it was genetic and lived with it. Never thought to ask anyone to pray about it.
Members of the youth group at Bethel Church in Redding, California (near the Oregon border) trekked downstate to Disney Land. Their purpose wasn’t fun, but to find other kids to pray for for healing.
It was the summer of 2006. A blind man, a Muslim, asked an American woman in Mozambique for money. She prayed for him, but he wasn’t healed. So she gave him some money and suggested he come to the church service on Sunday. He came and brought a friend, also blind, also Muslim.
My friend Cynthia Harris teaches piano. She also loves to pray for healing for people. Recently, a piano student asked for prayer for severe pain in the girl’s neck and spine.
This is the award-winning start of a seven-book series about a multi-cultural prayer group in Chicago that started at a women’s prayer conference.
My friend N. returned to the St. Louis area to live with her mother, following divorce. She was despondent. In fact, she spent a year “in bed”–not going out, not communicating with anyone, oppressed by darkness.
Prayer:
We need to do more listening and less talking. If you’re like me, you need to lose the laundry list of items to ask God for, or at least lose it for a while. Instead we need to sit and wait, and hear what He will say to us. This is after repenting of our sins of course.
