Heaven on Earth

Most Christians I know can recite The Lord’s Prayer by heart. Jesus taught the disciples this prayer during His time on earth to teach them His father’s desire for a personal relationship with them. This prayer was never meant to be recited by a crowd in public. In the book of Matthew, chapter 6, Jesus encouraged the disciples to find a secret place, away from the audience of men, to pray to the Father.

For those less familiar, the model prayer from Matthew 6:9–13 (NKJV) is as follows:

Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name.

Your kingdom come. Your will be done on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors.

And do not lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from the evil one.

For Yours is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever. Amen.

As I studied divine healing, I came to understand the power of this portion of the prayer, “Your will be done on earth as it is in heaven.” We are praying for God’s will to manifest in our lives.

Understanding that God’s will for us is to always be healthy was an important foundation in praying healing for someone. If I am simply agreeing with God’s will, I know I am always praying the right thing.

How do I know it is God’s will that you be healthy? I like to rest on the promise of Romans 12:2 (NKJV), “And do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, that you may prove what is the good and acceptable and perfect will of God.”

God’s will is perfect. And by perfect, I am happy to declare that means no sickness or disease. There is no sickness and disease in Heaven – in God’s Kingdom. The statement just before “Your will be done” is “Your Kingdom come.” God is instructing us to pray that the realities of God’s Kingdom come into earth, so that His will may be done on earth.

There is no sickness in Heaven, therefore it is not God’s will there be sickness on earth. My healing prayers are simply seeing the person in front of me as God sees them – and agreeing the sickness attacking them needs to leave so that God’s will prevails.

Later in the book of Matthew, in chapter 18, verse 18 (NKJV), Jesus says, “Assuredly, I say to you, whatever you bind on earth with be bound in heaven, and whatever you loose on earth with be loosed in heaven. Again I say to you that if two of you agree on earth concerning anything that they ask, it will be done for them by My Father in heaven.”

So let’s get to agreeing that sickness and disease have no place in our lives! Let’s agree that God’s perfect will for us is divine health! In Jesus’ name, I can bind whatever tries to afflict me. Let’s bind cancer! Bind migraines! Bind diabetes!

If you are interested in learning more about divine healing and living in supernatural health, I would encourage you to read “Divine Healing Made Simple: Simplifying the supernatural to make healing and miracles a part of your everyday life” by Praying Medic. This paramedic – turned supernatural healer – has managed to write a book that provides a soup-to-nuts, easy-to-read view of living a supernatural life in the Kingdom of God. This book covers topics from healing to deliverance; the author kept it simple, shared his personal stories and testimonies, and made Divine Healing within reach for everyone.

May God’s will be done in your life today!

Reporting for Duty

I think we all like the idea of angels, especially guardian angels that our parents promised were standing by at all times. When I started driving for the first time, my dad gave me a sticker for my car that said “Never drive faster than your guardian angel can fly.” I cherish the sentiment that I am always safe in my Heavenly Father’s grasp.

The more I learn about the supernatural lifestyle, the more angels seem to come up. If you dive in like I did, and start learning and absorbing as much as possible about spiritual gifts, you will soon start reading about people who have the gift of “seeing in the spirit,” or in 1 Corinthians, chapter 12 it is called “discerning of spirits.” This gift often comes with mixed reviews – as the spirit world is made up of both types of spirit beings – the good and the bad. If you want to see angels, and learn to do so, most likely you will also see demons.

As children, seeing angels and demons can be a common occurrence. In fact, the demon called “Fear” is one of Satan’s favorites to flash in front of children at night, from under the bed or lurking in a dark corner of the room. We have come to accept when children become afraid of the dark, and from a young age let fear settle into their souls and take up residence. Oh, how I wish I could teach all the children of the world to command the demons to go in Jesus’ name so they could conquer fear and never let it return.

I watched several video courses and read many books by Christians with the gift of seeing in the spirit. And while certain individuals seem to be more “tuned in” than others – I agree this is a gift we can all chose to receive from our Heavenly Father.

The best analogy I heard to explain this gift, was that seeing in the spirit realm is just like using our imagination. As children, using our imagination is encouraged, but as soon as children see the bad side of this (the monster under the bed), we tell them, “Oh, there is no monster under the bed! It is all in your imagination.” So it is engrained early on, that scary things live in our imaginations, and that must be bad. Studies show that children stop actively using their imaginations at 9 years of age, often as parents and teachers stop encouraging it.

But our imagination is actually more like a TV. A TV is not inherently good or bad. Instead what you chose to project on that TV can be good or bad. It is our choice what to watch, just like it is our choice what we chose to imagine.

I now like the idea of imagining angels…heavenly helpers reporting for duty. Besides the “guardian angels” that drive around with me, I also believe I can deploy “healing angels” to extend my reach when I want to lay hands on someone I’m not in front of.

I have witnessed “deliverance angels” that help fight the demonic forces that attempt to attack us physically. And now I believe in “prophetic angels” that will deliver information to us about someone who needs a word from God.

And recently, a prophet told me that a “scribe angel” has been assigned to me. While I had never heard of it, I knew immediately what he meant. This insight gave me the courage to sit down at my keyboard and began to transcribe my first blog entry. Yes, I said transcribe. The Lord has already written the words for me – and my duty is simply to write them down and pass them along.

I thank you for being on this supernatural journey with me. If you would like to learn which angles are hanging out with you, I would encourage you to read one of the following:

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

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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?

Bugs Can’t Hurt Me

A bug bite in my youth would swell up and itch for days. Now, by speaking to the attacker and telling it to go, in Jesus’ name, it must obey.

Nothing shall by any means hurt me. Perhaps I overuse this promise…but I stand on this promise in faith…a lot. Why do I call it a promise? Simple. In my New King James Bible, the words are in red, meaning spoken by the Son of God during His time on earth.

“And these signs will follow those who believe: In my name they will cast out demons; they will speak with new tongues; they will take up serpents; and if they drink anything deadly, it will by no means hurt them; they will lay hands on the sick, and they will recover.”  This is from Mark 16:17-18.  These were Jesus’ departing words – His last words spoken on earth. He had already saved us on the cross, and the very next verse says the Lord went up into Heaven, and sat down at the right hand of God.

He didn’t say these words, and then offer a 3-hour sermon to the masses on how to put them into practice. His words, combined with the numerous examples left for us through the stories of the New Testament – were meant to be enough.

These two verses are probably my favorite in the Bible. The power and authority of those three little words “In my name” blow me away. It’s as if I was given an open account with unlimited funds and I only have to say I’m with Jesus to cash in. This truth, combined with the knowledge shared by Jesus earlier in His earthly journey – that all sickness and disease is an attack by the evil one, puts Satan and his demons under my feet.

In Jesus’ name the demons must obey. A headache told to leave in Jesus’ name must go. Cancer, when told to leave in Jesus’ name must flee. High blood pressure, diabetes, migraines – all must go when directed to – using the power and authority of Jesus’ name.

As Christians, keeping ourselves healthy should be easy, so we are always ready to help the weak. To feel bad will never prepare us to lay hands on the sick and help them recover. To have supernatural health should be our new normal, so we are always ready, willing, and able to set the captives free.

The phrase “I caught a cold” has all new meaning once you understand a cold is simply a demon looking for somewhere to land. I personally try not to “catch it”. If I feel the symptom trying to attack me, I tell it to go in Jesus’ name.

Last weekend while working in my yard, I was bitten six or seven times by mosquitoes – but I stood on the promise of Mark chapter 16, verse 17 and told those bites they didn’t get to attack me – that nothing can by any means hurt me in Jesus’ name. In spite of spending my youth watching mosquito bites swell, they now disappear as fast as I can tell them to go.

Am I perfect? No. Attacks sometimes get through, but the demon attacking me doesn’t last long, as I remind it I am a child of God, seated at Jesus’ side at the right hand of the Father in Heaven, so any attacker is under the feet of my Jesus.

Satan, you are under my feet, and nothing shall by any means hurt me.

My Simple, yet Supernatural Life

My God loves me so much, He makes the sun shine when others predict rain. He heals those I pray for, and He makes me smile when I am down. I’m His one-and-only, and He’s my only one.

I’ve known him intimately since I was six. When I learned others had a secret relationship with Jesus, I knew I wanted in! I couldn’t explain it; I couldn’t answer the preacher’s questions to prove I was ready. I just knew that Jesus loved me and with that knowledge I could conquer the world.

I had a fairly typical childhood from there, Christian parents who loved me very much, church every Sunday and Wednesday like clockwork. Classmates, peer pressure, gossip, heartbreak; all the usual side effects of a suburban, middle-class upbringing in America. I had the same dreams as everyone else – husband, kids, great job, great house…great life.

It took me a while to realize I was different. Nothing drastic, but none of my friends talked about conversing with God. But I’ve always been able to hear His voice. It’s not audible – just a knowing. Knowing that my Father in heaven wanted a relationship with me. I hear His voice like a hear a thought. And of course I’m human, and there are days I doubt His existence and assume it is all in my head.

My journey through life was like everyone else I guess. Simple. Teenage rebellion. Hard lessons learned. Then I found love and married Mr. Right. That was the start of my simple, yet supernatural life!

I welcome you on this journey, where I share testimonies of God’s supernatural presence in my life. I’m still learning, growing, and exploring every day. Wanna join me on this journey?