My Facebook Newsfeed – why I think I can conquer the world!

I confess that I spend more time skimming my Facebook newsfeed than I spend in prayer to God. I’m hoping you don’t think too poorly of me, and relate to my plight instead.

If Facebook and other social media outlets are going to consume our attention and time, our job is to ensure the content feeds our spirits in the most positive way possible. I personally choose to follow many Christian ministries – not just those that post lovely Bible verses or words of encouragement each day. I choose to follow ministries that are living the Great Commission – they are healing the sick, cleansing the lepers, raising the dead, and casting out demons – as Jesus instructed us to do in the book of Matthew, chapter 10. These ministries are going into all the world to preach the gospel to every creature – Jesus’ parting directions for us from Mark, chapter 16.

On a daily basis, I enjoy watching great revivals taking place across the world, where thousands become believers in a single night! I’m not kidding…its happening! Don’t believe me? Start following Todd Bentley, who recently visited Africa where he witnessed over 3,000 salvations, and even more across India, Mexico and Canada, all in a single summer. He is truly a man after God’s heart and serves as an amazing inspiration.

The street healing ministries are the most encouraging to me – approaching perfect strangers and asking to bring peace and healing to the lives of those they touch. Seeing blind eyes open or deaf ears hear has become a daily, common occurrence for me. Want to get inspired? I would urge you to follow Todd White – a former drug addict turned minister – who now changes the life of almost everyone he crosses paths with – simply loving and blessing strangers every day.

Any given day of the week, I am barraged by ministers who promise me that God’s grace is more than sufficient for my sins, that God’s desire is that I prosper – financially, physically and emotionally. The ministry and sermons of Joseph Prince in Singapore are at my fingertips thanks to modern technology.

Prophesies and dreams are shared by many, and not just the ministers, but by those who chose to ‘follow’ along. By following these brave souls who share their exploits and engage as a community, I grow, I learn, and I mimic their inspiring behavior. “Praying Medic” is a former paramedic and atheist who had a dream from God that he would start healing those who rode in his ambulance. He has now written several amazing books on how simple it is to heal, hear God’s voice, see in the spirit, and now travel in the spirit!

I have no choice but to advance, to take on the challenge laid out in front of me each day. So while I am living a relatively simple life, I am blessed that it is also a supernatural one!

Thanks Facebook!


Spoons to the Rescue

Every day gives us an opportunity to be used by God. It is not every day I accept the challenge. A million small reasons can get in the way, but public embarrassment is my biggest nemesis. I know that fear is Satan’s attempt to keep me from stepping out in faith and asking someone who needs healing if I can pray for them.

One afternoon, I met my parents in downtown McKinney – a historic shopping and restaurant district equidistant between our two towns – our favorite middle ground. It was Memorial Day, and the restaurant we planned to visit was closed for the holiday. So we meandered over to my next favorite spot – a quaint, but hopping café on the next block called Spoons.

Lots of people had the same idea and patrons were waiting to be seated. We told the hostess we had a party of three, and settled in for the wait in a row of chairs behind the hostess stand. After a couple of minutes this young, seemingly vibrant, hostess plopped into a chair and started adjusting a Velcro brace on her left knee. My dad couldn’t help but ask the young lady why she needed such a brace at her age.

The hostess explained that she was a former gymnast and had injured her knee at one point – cutting her gymnastics career short. Tragic – only Satan steals our dreams from us.

I looked at my dad, a little surprised he didn’t jump at the chance to pray for the pain she was experiencing in her knee – but I also understand the pressure of stepping out in public.

I said, “Sounds like a challenge!” to which he chuckled. More people came in, so the hostess went back to work. Within moments it was our turn to be seated, and I couldn’t believe we would just walk away. I couldn’t let God down and pass this opportunity by.

I told my parents what I wanted to drink and marched right back to the hostess stand. There were very few people around – and I hoped I wouldn’t embarrass the hostess or myself too much.

So I boldly started, “Hi, I’m a Christian, and sometimes when I pray for people, they’re healed. Do you mind if I pray for your knee?”

She smiled with an air of excitement and said, “Yes, of course!”

I laid my hands on her knee with the brace, and told the pain it had to go in Jesus’ name.

“How is the pain now?” I asked.

“It’s still there.”

“Ok, let’s do it again. Pain, right now in Jesus’ name I command you to leave and never return! What about now, how is the pain?”

The hostess said it did seem a little better, and began explaining that she had scoliosis, which is part of the reason her knee bothers her. Trying not be intimidated by the increased scope of her need, I asked to pray for her scoliosis as well. With one hand on her neck and one on her lower back, I commanded the scoliosis to leave and for her spine to come back into alignment with God’s perfect design.

When I paused to check in with her, she placed her hands on her ribs to see if she was realigned. I looked at her curiously and asked, “You can tell about your alignment by holding your ribs?”

“Yes, my ribs are twisted, which is part of the problem.”

At the risk of overstepping, I placed my hands on this sweet girl’s ribs and took my prayer one step further.

“In Jesus’ name, I reclaim the future that God has pre-ordained for this young lady. Everything that Satan has stolen, I command it be returned. Spine, ribs, I command you to back into alignment.”

The hostess seemed so gracious when she placed her hands on her ribs one more time to see if there was movement and said “Maybe I just need to sleep on it, and I will be straight in the morning!”

I agreed with her self-prophesy and thanked her for being so sweet to let me pray for her. I was trying not to lose faith on the way back to my seat.

We ordered. We ate. We visited. We had a very pleasant family meal, and it was almost time to leave. I went to ladies room, still not able to get the hostess off my mind. I didn’t want to accept defeat on her behalf – to be so young and have pain was simply not acceptable!

I stared into the mirror and said, “God, you said that if I lay hands, they will recover! That is a promise in your Word, and I am going to hold you to that promise. I was obedient, I laid hands – therefore I demand in Jesus’ name that she recover this instant!” I repeated these thoughts until I felt certain that God and I had reached an understanding.

As we were leaving the restaurant, the crowd around the hostess stand had grown, and I wasn’t going to bother this poor hostess anymore. Instead, she waved to get my attention.

“Guess what! My knee doesn’t hurt anymore! I was even able to take my brace off!”

“Really?” I asked with excitement!

“Really! Thank you so much!” the hostess said in reply.

To which I responded joyfully “Thank you Jesus!”

The way that God can orchestrate our divine appointments never ceases to amaze me. If the restaurant we intended to visit that day hadn’t been closed, I might never have crossed paths with this Spoons hostess. But God can manage to cross two people’s paths to further His perfect plan for our lives.

We pray to God to heal us, but He told us to heal the sick. He needs us to lay hands, so they will recover. He needs us to be willing to be used every day.

Are you ready?

Hearing God’s Voice


Ever since I learned that God’s will for us is divine health, I’ve had a hard time convincing others of this simple truth. That God intends for us to be happy, healthy, and whole all the time. That sickness and disease is not passed out by our heavenly Father – rather by the evil one that intends to steal, kill and destroy all of us.

Shortly after I completed Curry Blake’s Divine Healing Technician Training®, and had a few healing success stories under my belt, I stumbled into an opportunity to connect with a co-worker, Matt, who was previously in ministry.

I couldn’t wait to tell Matt about some of the amazing healing testimonies I had accumulated. I had been sharing with him over the past several months snippets of the healing training I had taken, and of the signs and wonders I had already seen in my life. I thought his starting point, his faith, would be much further along. I thought a former minister would believe my exciting tales. But I was faced with unbelief. Matt admitted that he had never seen anyone walk in healing, or demonstrate the amazing signs and wonders I was speaking of.

Over dinner with Matt I desperately looked around the restaurant for someone who needed a miracle. I thought God would deliver a waiter to me that would be in obvious need of prayer. But to no avail…our strapping young waiter appeared to be in perfect health.

As I continued explaining to Matt how God’s amazing spiritual gifts work, I was amazed at the scriptures that came to my mind, which I was able to share in support of my cause. I hadn’t realized how many scriptures were buried in my heart that were delivered in perfect timing with my tale.

At one point in the conversation I motioned to the next table over and the lady sitting about 6-feet away caught my eye. It was at this moment, the conversation with the Holy Spirit started in my head. God was showing me with His eye, where my miracle in the room could be found – a short 6-feet away. God was asking me to be obedient and go pray for the lady who was enjoying dinner with her husband.

But to simply offer to pray for the lady wasn’t enough. In my mind, I told God “That’s not enough. If I’m meant to pray for that lady, you have to tell me specifically what to pray for.”

And louder and clearer than I could have hoped, God whispered “Carpal Tunnel.”

“Really?” I asked. “That simple? Carpal Tunnel.” Okay, I had my orders. But in my doubts, I played out the conversation in my mind with the lady, in the event she didn’t have Carpal Tunnel. If she says this, I will say that. Woe is me of little faith.

My dinner with Matt was coming to a close, our bill was paid and I was running out of time. I decided obedience had to prevail; I knew God would reward that even if a miracle didn’t follow. I asked Matt to wait a moment – I needed to pray for the lady at the next table over.

I crossed the 6-foot span to the table and approached the lady, “Excuse me, I hate to interrupt your dinner, but I have to ask if you have Carpal Tunnel?”

To my amazement, she said, “Why, yes, I do!” and as her eyes met mine they were as big as quarters.

I followed up by nervously saying, “Well, I am a Christian, and God told me to come over and pray for your Carpal Tunnel. So if you didn’t have it…well, it was a risk.” I smiled and continued, “Do you mind if I pray for you?”

“Of course!” she said and we joined hands as if on cue. Unlike most I pray for, she kept her eyes wide open with curiosity. I prayed a quick prayer, then paused and asked her how she felt.

“You’re shaking” she noticed.

“It’s just the Holy Spirit,” I smiled, “that means its working!”

She explained her wrists only hurt when she reads a book, or does activity for a period of time. I confirmed for her she was healed, that it wouldn’t be a problem for her anymore.

I said “God bless you” and walked back towards Matt, who had inched his way as close to the table as possible trying to take it in.

I knew in that moment, everything about that experience was for him. Matt needed to see it in action. A simple prayer offered in obedience to a stranger in a restaurant will change his life.

Are you up for miracles in your lives, my friends?