Lopez Healing

Last month I headed out to Lopez Island to catch up with some comrades for a busy weekend at a vacation house.  While I was there I hit them up for prayer for an infection that has been a problem since Dec. and had been resistant to meds. They took a "before" photo and photos after several minutes of prayer. Afterwards, still red, not purple and felt fine. I also could no longer smell infection on myself. Since I got back, 2 drs have looked at it and said that whatever it is, it's gone now and what we're looking at is residual hyper pigmentation.  

No Trace Left

After the banana cream parfait thing, and getting the generational stuff cleaned out, I started having bathroom dreams. I knew something more was coming out, but the grand finale was a short but violent "throwing up with diarrhea" dream that jolted me awake with an "Oh that's not going to be fun" response. Dreams with any kind of bathroom action in them whether it's showering, the bath, toilet, washing hands, it's all cleansing and getting rid of what shouldn't be there.

 Old issues started surfacing next. I became very aware that they were driving my behavior, and that I was not living healthy today because of what happened yesterday. One dream I had was nothing more than a review of my day, watching from a third person perspective. I watched something happen and how I overreacted to a small annoyance and then was taken back to what happened when I was younger that created a wound that caused my overreaction that day and many other days.

So this cause and present day effect went on for a couple weeks, and yeah, it was not fun.  I was crying everyday, at  inappropriate places and times like all day at work.  All this stuff was coming up and being relived and fresh and raw and open.  I had thought from the dream it would be more like ripping off a bandaid than picking at scabs.

What worked, was by a stroke of perfect timing, I got Jim Richard's "Change Your Heart, Change Your World" cd's in the mail.  I get a surprise goodie box once a month also, with the expectation that I will share all this stuff with others via our Friday night "Holy Spirit" meetings.  Everything came in the mail at once, maybe I had to feel good and terrible to be motivated to go through these resources.  I kept ripping open packages and going "Yay!  I need this!"  I'm still working through the books "Unbound" and "Finally Free", but I started listening to the cd's and knew that they were jiving perfectly with the way things were being revealed.  I actually went through these with family and it was helpful to talk about things that happened.  My perspective of what happened was not necessarily accurate.  Just one more way that the  truth can set you free.

So Jim is on Sid Roth now, so I don't have to explain how all this works.  Watch the video. Dr. Jim Richards - Sid Roth - It's Supernatural.  Here's a link to the prayer that is the crux of the whole thing.  Basically, whenever you have a negative emotion come up, you stop then and there (that means you keep it with you) and you go through it.  You do need to be very intentional about  every word you say, or it becomes just another religious exercise.  I added some things to it, it's fully customizable :)

After about two days of staying on this, and stopping numerous times a day to pull out the prayer, I was feeling pretty good.  My back and neck pain had left and I've known for years that there's no point in going to the chiropractor until I get my relationships sorted out.  And I was having less and less issues come up.  A day with no anger, no hurt, no insecurity.  It happened.

All the previous dreaming and crying had taken a tole though and I was worn out.  I came home from work, flopped down on my bed still in uniform and promptly went into visions.  The one that I remember was Jesus coming and and picking me up and carrying me into a raging fire.  First I was happy about it.  Then I thought, "This is probably gonna suck, but I trust Him."  I had the third person perspective again, watching from the bed as I saw my hair catch fire and then I disappeared into the flames.  Hair in dreams can represent our attitudes and mindsets.  Then I remembered what I added to that prayer.  "I ask you to come Lord, All Consuming Fire, and burn away any residue, any seeds, implantations or any fruit, that there would be no trace left of this feeling in my life.

My Dog's a Believer!

I should preface this by saying she has been prayed for before and likes to be prayed for.

I came home from work last week and my dog Zoe was on three legs. She came up crying as I got in the door and I immediately sat down and made a big fuss and kissed her all over her face. She maneuvered around so that her hind leg was in my hands. I felt around, moved it through her range of motion... It was her "knee." (Do dogs have knees?) I did a quick little prayer and let go. She put the foot down on the ground and started walking on it, a little at first and then she started stepping down more normally, testing it out. She turned around and looked at me. "Are we all good?" I asked. She ran off and got her ball.

But that's not all. I think if dogs can be saved, Zoe is IN! My mom dog sits once a week and tells her all about Jesus. My sister and I were in another room while Mom and Zoe were playing and we were snickering about the lesson going on in there. "Zoe's probably the only dog in the world that gets the gospel preached to her." I said. But Mom heard me and yelled back, "When Jesus comes back, every knee will have to bow, so she might as well know now!" Bwhah ha ha ha ha! We were laughing then, but that knee that's gonna have to bow is now in fine shape to do so.

Two For One Night

The other night, my sister got home and there was a teenage boy she's acquainted with out on her sidewalk pacing back and forth waiting for her to get home. He'd been in a fight and hurt his punching hand. She took him inside and got him settled down and prayed for his hand. The pain left right away and there was some other thing on the same hand that he said kept getting lighter and going away. He left and she settled in for the night when there was a knock on the door.

He was back, this time with a girl in tow, who had a broken hand. So my sister sat them down, explained that Jesus died on the cross for our healing as well as our salvation, it was available to anybody that wanted it, and she prayed for the girl's hand. She got done, asked her to check it out and the girl started to open and close her fingers. She was so excited and kept opening and closing them, then she started poking around because she could feel the break before, where the bones were separated. No break.

Then she looks directly at Jill and says, "Do you believe in 2012?" This had obviously been bugging her. Jill said "What do you mean? Like the apocalypse?"
"Yeah." She explained that the bible says that no man knows the day or the hour, but that God does give us signs of the end times." The conversation veered down some different roads from there, God's love, the book of John, Grandma's church, etc. They left really happy.

This is so ideal in my mind, where they just show up at your house, where God just shows up at your house! How cool is that? The problem is, God shows up at our houses more than He shows up in the churches. It's sad, but He's a gentleman. He doesn't go where He's not wanted, or if they wanna keep Him on the bench the whole time, He obliges. She knew when she was talking to the girl about healing, that God was just gonna have to do it. She never said maybe she'd be healed. It was a simple done deal. Woulda been awkward if He hadn't healed her. Lucky for us, He likes to do that stuff.

You can see people get healed too, start here.

Tired Lil' Radicals

The Healing Rooms Ministries in Spokane put on their annual Spiritual Hunger Conference last we so we went up for that and crashed at a friend's place. Healing Rooms teams from all over the world fly in for this thing, and then there are people like us with no affiliation that just come for a good time. Speakers were Bill and Beni Johnson, Cal Pierce, Jim White and others with Kelanie Gloecker doing worship.

You gotta be there at 8 am and you're getting back 10:30 at night, all us out-of-towners are crashed at my friend's. She said she didn't have any furniture so it was air-bed city. I was out in the hallway/stairwell and my roommate prays out loud in her sleep. Intercession going all night. I got tired by Thurs night. Thursday morning some guy came over and told us we should go to John G Lake's grave, told us there are angels there. He then handed us a map. We all agreed that was something we oughta go do. John G Lake started the Healing Rooms in Spokane and on the way there, my friend who lives there was telling us about a dog that got run over and they laid the dog on the grave site and it was resurrected.

We got to the graveyard and started walking around, we had no idea where to go. Jill and Jeanette are the better "feelers" and they were walking around with their hands out walking toward the power. Kinda like the hot/cold game. I kept going to a tree, but it wasn't his headstone. I kept looking toward that tree though. Turned out I was just on the wrong side of the tree. So we soaked up all the impartation we had time to get, and we were wondering how far away this extended. I said it had to be a 50 foot radius of Holy Spirit action, so one of em walked right and the other walked left. Jeanette paced it off. 50 feet exactly, or as exact as shoe measuring gets.



Friday, there was a workshop we decided to skip in favor of taking a nap, but we wound up going to Medical Lake instead. We got in in our conference clothes, oh well, it was fun. I got super drunk in the Spirit and Mom thought for sure someone was going to have to collect me from the bottom of the lake. The last thing I was able to say was, "I gotta get in a little deeper." I didn't realize God was gonna take that statement symbolically. I was laughing and shrieking and tears and not being able to breathe for laughing. We were not the only people there.

An hour of laughing later, we're back at the conference and Jim White gets drunk in the Spirit taking the offering, then the band gets hit, Cal Pierce gets up to speak and can't. He slides down behind the podium laughing, so Jim takes the mic and says "Here's Bill". Bill Johnson gets up, I thought he was gonna lose it there for a minute but he was able to stay up. And it was a good thing too cause 40 people got their metal rods and plates removed including this lady I prayed for.

Credit to Jill Ricci for the photo.

We got back late and we were tired and hungry. Everybody is lined up on the couch eating zuchinni bread and not saying a word. My friend walks in, looks at us, "How can such peaceful people be so radical?"

Saturday morning I went in for the morning prayer. There was some lady on the floor laughing, I stepped over her to get to the book table. When I came back she was still going and she'd got a hold of somebody's legs and was passing it on to him. From there it went person to person and they got a drunken huddle together, so we went up and got in on it. It got bigger and bigger and when my friend walked in, she had seen this so many times at our house she was sure Jill and I instigated the whole thing. Nope, not us, not this time. Later on after the morning session, the laughing lady grabbed me and hugged me, told me she loved me. I said "I love you too, God bless and stay whacked." She said that they had prayed for her to receive the joy of the Lord the night before and she had been like this ever since. My laugh muscles hurt today as I write this, so I can only imagine how she's feeling by now.

And Saturday night? One big drunk fest. Cal got to talk for a little while, actually, he was up there unnecessarily long because nobody was listening at the end. I started out laughing at other people, someone laid hands on me and then it was an authentic drunkenness which is way more fun, but hard on the abs. This is NOT how it went last year.

The point of me telling you all this stuff, and there's plenty that I'm leaving out,is that you aren't going to get this at home. There is a trend of doing church on the internet or tv, and that's really an awesome thing, I'm not knocking it at all. If you can't get there in person, by all means, but there are people doing live streaming when they are in the same town. And I know, that all the things I did and experienced here is not everyone's cup of tea, but whatever your cup of tea is, I guarantee you are supposed to get out and interact with the rest of the body of Christ. There comes a point where you don't need another good sermon. Some of you have had decades of those. You need God in your life, you need to feel the tangible glory, not just head knowledge. You need people who can put the missing pieces in your puzzle, and people who can pray for you. Go outside and be sociable. And here's a video for those who need the "drunk in the Spirit" bit explained to them. He got it for the first time about like I did. All by myself, praying.

Walking and Hanging Out On Limbs (Me mixing metaphors again)

I was walking down the street today feeling fairly humiliated via my own doing and I did a quick Facebook mobile post: "Someday I'm going to grow up." What I actually meant was "Someday, I'm going to mature in my Christian walk and stop embarrassing myself continually." You see, the problem with doing what I'm doing, is that all the fruit is out on the limb. I'm spending an inordinate amount of time looking like a monkey, and constantly falling out of the tree.

So yeah, walking down the street, thinking that I'm done putting myself out there, at least until I get over this most recent boo boo, when I turn up the next street and I see my guy that I prayed for get up out of his wheelchair and walk out to the corner to meet me. And then I thought, "Yep, pretty much worth it." So what if I mess up and fall on my face some more. My ego takes a hit, but that's probably a good thing. I'm stumbling but he's walking.

So he yells out from up the street, "Hello honey, how are you?" I said "I'm good how are YOU?" "Reeeeeeeal good, how far do you walk every day?" I told him eight miles. "Eight miles! I'd be happy if I could walk one mile, but I got this far!" And his wife was out too and I'd never talked to her before, but she was wanting to pray together so we stood out on the corner and prayed, then she told me all about how he was doing. He's in progress.

I'm in progress too, I'm gonna keep on truckin. God's cool with the process. Parents watching their children learn to walk don't get upset every time the kid falls down. God's not up there going "Stupid kid's never gonna get it. She should just stop trying. What a moron." That'd be ludicrous. No, He's smiling and holding out a steady hand and picking me back up when I'm down by showing me something that went right. The proud Papa.

When I left my guy, he announced "I'm gonna walk up there! And then I'm coming right back here! (Pointing to the next street - how many times have I heard little kids say that!) "Good plan. Don't overdo it." I said. Afterwards I walked up on a group talking about me. "Seneca? She's out there." I walked up behind the person and said "Yeah, I am out there." I'm finding my next limb.

Crash Course in Healing

My friend organized a healing and miracles shin-dig downtown this week.  It was a blast.  I took a few photos but mostly I felt like I was invading people's privacy, so I don't have very many.

Sometimes ya gotta be bold.

Just about to go down

Two scared girls singing "Healer"

If I wasn't at work, that's where I was, which made for late nights and early mornings.  God sustained me through it all though and then I crashed hard, so I'm cheating this week and recycling this blog entry by using an old letter than I wrote to a friend.  She wanted prayer for her dad who fell off a roof and it was too great a distance so I had to just send my word, but I wrote her a basic how-to for healing.

Hi D, I'm praying for your dad, but if you go see him, there's really something to this "laying on of hands" thing. We see lots of miracles through that kind of prayer. There's a few things you need to understand for it to work though.

Jesus is our example. Jesus said that those of us that believe will do the same works he did and even greater. (John 14:11-13) And these signs shall follow them that believe; In my name shall they cast out devils; they shall speak with new tongues; They shall take up serpents; and if they drink any deadly thing, it shall not hurt them; they shall lay hands on the sick, and they shall recover. Mark 16:17  He didn't say the super special gifted people would do these things.  He just said believers.

It is God's will for everyone to be healed. Jesus healed everyone who came to Him. There are no examples in the Bible of Jesus saying, "Oh, I'm not going to heal you because God's trying to develop some character in you." No, everybody gets healed. Jesus went to the cross for our healing as much as for our salvation. Everyone always glosses over that part. "By His stripes, we WERE healed." Were, as in past tense, already a done deal. He paid the ultimate price. We don't have to question it anymore. So when we pray for healing, it's not so much a prayer, but taking authority over a problem. Again, look at how Jesus did it. You don't see Him getting down on His knees and petitioning the Father, he simply spoke the words and people were healed. The same Spirit that was in Him is in you, so when you lay hands on someone, it's as if Jesus was doing it. Once you get your head around that, you're good to go.


So I'll just kinda tell you how I do it, not that there's a right or wrong way to pray, well actually there is a wrong way...  The aforementioned begging God to heal someone.  It's like saying what Jesus did on the cross was not enough.  "Get back up there and do a little more please."  Don't ask, know who you are, and know who Jesus is.  If I have a heads up before hand, I'll start building myself up by praying, listening to worship music and thinking about the awesome things I've seen God do. Having a heads up is overrated.  The less time that passes between deciding to pray for somebody and praying for them, the less time there is for you and the other person to get into doubt.  When the opportunity comes, just do it, even if it's more public than you would like.

I do try to get 1 or 2 other people to go with me and agree with me in prayer.  I start out by asking the Holy Spirit to come. I know He's already in me but what I'm really asking is "come in power" and I'm acknowledging that I'm depending on Him to do the work. Then I would probably say something like "All pain go in Jesus name. I command the bleeding to stop and all damaged blood vessels and tissues to be restored to the way that God created them to be in Jesus name." And so on for whatever you see or whatever God puts in your head to pray for. Then I thank Him for going to the cross for our healing as much as for our salvation (this is usually news to the person receiving it) and being with us ect. Then stop and ask your dad how he's feeling. You may have to repeat the process. Even Jesus had to pray twice. Stay on that pain until you see some real progress. Sometimes when I pull my hand off, I feel it vibrating like there's electricity going out through it and like I wasn't done yet, even though I ran out of things to say, (Jesus kept it short and sweet) so I plop my hand back on the person and just spend some time praising God, or singing or humming until my hand runs "out of juice." Other times I don't feel anything and they get totally healed so it's whatever, lol. But you do have to go and speak it out, because Satan and co. are not omnipresent, nor can they read your mind.

I realize this is really a crash course, and it took me a while of praying for people before consistently seeing results, but you need it now, so we'll ask God to catapult you into this and give you lots of grace for making mistakes and ministering angels to help you. I see you as a very compassionate and humble person that God would love to use in this way.

Her dad did end up recovering very quickly.   Another good reference for getting started is Healing 101.

How I Spent My Birthday Weekend

We actually had a good conference in the old home town last week.  This is a really big deal because speakers don't come here and a whole team came.  We have 700 people in our town, maybe...  That's probably pushing it.  So to have these people come was pretty amazing.  It's like they were the missionaries and we were the remote tribal village.  I didn't really know what to expect, and I had to work, so I only went to the evening sessions.  Mom was free for the whole deal though and got a lot out of it.

So Mark preached some on revival and called some people up front for healing and made them pray for each other.  Everybody got healed.  Then the rest of the audience that needed prayer for healing came up and got prayed for.  I just had a little cold and didn't feel I should go up for that.  Then he said anybody who wants the fire, get up here and so I made a beeline.  Mark explained a little bit about how they had just spent 7 weeks at the Bay of the Holy Spirit Revival and I have been live-streaming it now and then and know that they are focused on spreading this all over and Mark and Kathy had gotten impartation for that and impartation from many others including Smith Wigglesworth.  So Mark put a hand on my head, and Kathy put a hand on my stomach and they made sure I got it.  "She's not getting it, breathe in honey.  You got to take a deep breath. There it goes."  And yeah, I felt it.  Very cool.  So then I was dragging chairs out of the way because people were falling and bonking their heads, some of the catchers were a little unprepared.  And I went and sat down on the stage and just took it all in.  Everybody was every which way on the floor.  I have never been slain in the Spirit and am wondering what it's like.  My friend Debbie came to and crawled over and sat down by me. "Isn't this fun?"  So that was Day One. 

Day Two, I had to work again, but they got taught a little on going out in the community to minister to people, they broke up into groups and asked God where they were to go, and who they were supposed to find.  They would then go and pray for the person for whatever they needed prayer for.  For the evening meeting, which I went to, all the groups went up front and told us what happened out there.  They had 7 groups, with 3-4 people in each group so 20-some empowered Christians converged on the area.  The stories were awesome!  People got healed of arthritis in the grocery store, chronic pain, spider bites, people got their finances prayed over and people were in tears just knowing that God saw their situation and cared enough to send them someone.  And all these people that went out realized how God can work through them.  The best story of all was two girls that were scared to go and almost chickened out.  They may have made the most impact of anyone.

It's such a small town that nobody was supposed to name names, but they all gave enough clues that I knew who they wound up ministering to and if I didn't, the person sitting next to me filled me in, and I knew people who had been praying and concerned about those people.  These were definitely divine appointments.  The groups weren't real sure they were hearing God right and were stepping out on a limb, but I can tell you, I know these people, they needed ministry and the groups did awesome.

You see, revival is in us.  We're all praying for revival, but it's not like we have to convince God that it's a good idea.  We have gotten denominational revivalists in the area before, but they aren't very effectual because they don't empower anyone, they preach a little and they leave and nothing really changes.  Mark and Kathy are about empowering the average Christian because they know they aren't going to stay and make things happen.  That's our job.  I think too many people have the idea to pitch a tent, hold a meeting and say "Come ye" when Jesus actually told us to "Go ye."  God's people have to step up.  And these people made time to go out and made a point of finding those people that God wanted them to find, but you can work this in the context of your daily life.  Just ask God to set you up, and then be watchful for your opportunity.  He knows what your skills, gifts, personality is and He won't put you into a situation that you aren't equipped for.  See the Ice Cream, Divine Appointments and Debt Forgiveness post for more on this.

After the stories, Mark called everybody up front that needed healing.  Those that didn't need it were supposed to go pray for them.  Nobody went to this one guy so I went over and asked him what he needed and he just had pain so I thought I really lucked out.  I like praying for pain, it's instant gratification, there's no "well, go back to the dr and take the tests and find out in a couple weeks."  You know right away.  The man however, did not feel like he lucked out with me.  He was looking around for someone better and another guy came over to help and he was more talkative to him although I was the one praying.   So I was going to town praying and suddenly there was a hand on me and I turned to see another lady from the ministry team joining in and I lost my train of thought so she stepped in and actually laid hands on his leg, where I was sure he'd be uncomfortable, so I'd had my hand on his shoulder.  I prayed again and she said when I prayed she could feel stuff going on in there.  So he got  pretty well healed.  I think there was a small amount of residual pain and I was all set to pray again but the other guy said "No, you're healed, this is a healing not a miracle and over the next couple days you'll be fine blah blah blah." The guy getting prayed over seemed satisfied with that but then I said "Yeah, but sometimes you gotta pray 2-3 times to get the miracle."  Oh well.   Then the lady helping me out said "You were so cute over there!"  Yeah, I'm cute, that's why I never get taken seriously.

God Heals Dogs Too

Ok, I got three dog stories for ya.  I'll start with my dog Zoe.  She has had a rough life and she was waking up in the middle of the night and howling.  Not howling like "there's something outside" howling, but going straight from snoring to howling and then taking off running.  She sleeps with us, so this involves us being trampled.  It was getting tough on my husband and I who have to get up at 5am and go to work.  Anyway, she got healed/delivered off a word of knowledge on Sid Roth's radio program.  Zoe and I were in the car and Sid's guest was giving a very detailed word and I was sure it was for a person, but he was describing Zoe perfectly.  I said "That's you Zoe,"  and her eyes met mine in the rearview mirror.  I didn't have faith for that, but I didn't get into doubt either because I promptly forgot all about it.  We all had a good night's sleep that night, and the next night, and the night after that.  Then I remembered and thought "Wow, maybe she did get healed."  About a week later, she sat up and howled again.  I sat up and with much exasperation said "Zoe!  You're supposed to be healed!"  And we haven't heard a peep out of her since, unless of course something actually is outside.

I really believe that if I hadn't sat up and said that, we would've been right back to all the howling.  We have to fight to retain our healing, even though God gives it, Satan is right there looking for an opportunity to come in and cause you to go "Oh, I guess that wasn't real, we just caught a break for a little while."  We have to take a stand.

My friend's dog Gunner (Gunny) was coughing up blood and the local vet couldn't figure it out.  My friend asked God to reveal it and he had a vision of his two dogs running through a field that they had been to the week previous, and he remembered pulling a bunch of star grass out of the other dog's coat.  He decided Gunny must have inhaled some of it and it was tearing up his lung.

So they drove him 125 miles to a place with the technology to look in there and extract the grass.  And they were praying of course, and the vet got him sedated and had the star grass visible on the monitor and was preparing to suck it out when it vanished off the screen.  The vet said "I dont know what happened.  It was there and now it's not."  My friend of course told him what happened.  The vet sent Gunny home with antibiotics and a follow up appointment and said that he would still be coughing blood because they didn't get it out.  And I know you guys all know that Gunny was absolutely fine.

So the same dog ate a rug and had to have surgery.  He didn't bounce back.  The vet called and told them they better come see him because he wasn't going to make it.  They opted to just bring him home.  My friend said at 3:00 in the morning, he woke up to a heavy evil presence.  He got up and laid hands on the dog and prayed.  After an hour of praying, he felt it lift and he went back to bed.  When he got up in the morning, Gunny was up and around.  He was fully recovered within a week and the atheist vet is having a hard time with this.

BWG now has a Facebook page.  Just another option besides email and RSS to receive blog updates.  I'll probably post little random stuff there as well.

Awesome Health Care Option! Already Paid For! Isaiah 53:5

Healing Rooms now has a location in Kooskia!  Go here for the lowdown on when and where.  For those who don't know, Healing Rooms is a place where you can go if you're sick or hurt and get some hands on healing.  It works pretty much like a doctors office, you go in, are greeted by a receptionist who gives you paperwork that is kept on file and is completely confidential.  Then you go and sit in the reception area until they call you.  You then go to a private room where there is a team ready to pray for and prophesy to you. They are non-denominational and they don't care what you believe.  Pretty cool huh?  And if you don't live here, Healing Rooms is worldwide.  Go here to find one near you.

They also have books and art for sale.  I think I might go just to soak up that atmosphere and check out the book selection. Find em on Facebook.

Photo taken during a Healing Rooms dedication prayer meeting.  Washougal WA.