“He heals the broken hearted and binds up their wounds.” (Psa 147:3)

Another time, a Priest friend of mine invited me to an evening of Catholic Praise and Worship held at a Cathedral The worship was probably livelier than I‘ve ever seen before or since!

The service was filling rapidly, but we managed to get a seat in the aisle to get a better view when a mother came in with her young daughter (about 14/15 years of age) in a wheelchair. They, too, were looking for an aisle seat; anyway, we moved up, and I ended up sitting next to the mother. There were still about 5 minutes to the start of service, so we introduced ourselves, and I commented on how proud she must be to have such a beautiful daughter. The daughter (who I later found out to be deaf) turned around at that point, and I saw that she must have had a stroke or something in the recent past as half of her face had drooped down on one side.

Something in me rose up at this terrible atrocity, and throughout the service, I was praying/ interceding/ begging GOD to do a Miracle here. When it came to the healing service, the mother placed her head into her hands and asked me to wheel her daughter to the front for prayer – I came back totally deflated - nothing changed…!

As I sat there sulking, the Lord gently said, “… if you’d listened to me, I would have told you that it’s not the daughter but the mother that needs me today!”

NB - I think you know how impetuous I am by now. At that word, I abruptly turned to Mother and told her what the Lord had spoken. She baulked at the accusation at first and denied everything, but after a few moments of arguing her case, out came her story, “My daughter, who is the best thing that ever happened to me, is the product of my being raped as a young girl. She was perfectly normal until she suffered a stroke some months ago and ended up in this awful wheelchair.

“As for me? Well, I was abandoned as a child and with a lot of effort, actually managed to find my birth mother recently. We went around and knocked on her door just a few weeks ago, and after I introduced myself, her words to me were (and I quote), “I thought I’d *&*^%^ gotten rid of you years ago – get lost and take that &^%&* cripple with you…!”

I’m not ashamed to say that both of us were crying at this point—me for forgiveness for my arrogance at jumping ahead of the Lord, and her…? Communion had just begun, and for the next few minutes, I begged her, cajoled her (even threatened to carry her over my shoulder if necessary), to come with me to the altar and receive!

We were the last to get there and kneel. In fact, she sobbed so much on my shoulder that I thought my suit would never dry! The Lord met her magnificently there, and when she returned to her seat, her daughter actually commented (by signs and writing on her hand) that she was glowing!!!

As usual, I've asked the Lord what He wants to say to you, and I believe He led me again to Isaiah 57:18 CJB.

"I have seen their ways, and I will heal them; I will lead them and give comfort to them and to those who mourn for them —I will create the right words: ‘Shalom shalom to those far off and to those nearby!’ says Adonai; ‘I will heal them!’”

“Are your ears awake? Listen. Listen to the Wind Words, the Spirit blowing through the churches. Christ-conquerors are safe from Devil-death.” (Rev 2:11) ❤️



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