After I met Bearnie and spent the majority of the morning with him, I was on 7th Heaven. I didn’t need anything else that day from the Lord. I felt like I had met Bearnie in the presence of Jesus. But the day was anything but over.
We had a lull in the crowd so some racers took to the chairs for prayer. I was joining some friends when I was pulled over to pray for a lady who just walked up. This woman slowly lowered herself into the chair where two of us joined kneeling at her feet. We asked her what she needed healing from. She mentioned a shoulder pain, back pain, and ankle arthritis. Let me tell you, I am no doctor or nurse so all of that makes no sense to me. I don’t know the root of pain, I don’t know the muscles or bones. I don’t know who it is all tied together in our bodies. Nothing.
As I knelt at her feet, I knew I needed to measure her legs to see if they were the same size. Before I had a chance to say anything, the other girl had already begun to pray healing. I touched the ladies ankle while the other girl was laying hands on the woman’s shoulder. The prayer finished and I asked if I could measure the woman’s legs. Surprised, she responded yes and raised her legs. My squad mate comes around and we pull her legs together. Sure enough there it was….Her legs were uneven.
My thoughts ran quickly through, Oh no! What do I do now? I didn’t think through this enough. I am freaking out.
God’s steadfast voice rang again. I will do this my daughter. You are going to be my hands where I can’t touch. You are going to my voice where I can’t be heard. You are going to be one with me.
I sat with this woman’s legs in my hands and I started to go through what I knew how to do. Between myself and my squad mate we told the lady how God loves her and fearfully and wonderfully made her. I look down at her legs and start to command the leg to grow. We start to command the ligaments, the bones, and the muscles to grow to be the same size. The whole time I am big eyed watching everything happen. Little by little, her leg grows. It is so slow, I thought this couldn’t be happening. It was minutes upon minutes of us speaking to this leg to grow. I finally re-measure and they look the same size. I think that it is just me matching the legs together so that I don’t look like a fool. I place the woman’s legs on the ground. She jumps out of her chain and proclaims, “MY BACK FEELS BETTER!” What? Again, shock blanketed me.
My squad mate grabs me. “Yes! Her back is better! Did you see how she jumped out of her chair compared to how she lowered herself into the chair at the beginning?”
Whoa! That just happened! God how did you do that? I even doubted it and it was in my hands.
The lull in the crowd returned just as we were finishing praying over this woman and wishing her off. We had the chance to sit in the chairs ourselves. I thought this would be a good time for me to ask for some healing prayers for my knees. At the beginning of the day they mentioned how we would need to kneel when we pray over these people. I have always had a hard time kneeling it really hurts my knees. I can normally only last a couple minutes so I thought it would be great to ask for some prayer. I sat in the chair with two racers laying their hands on me. They pray over my knees and nothing out of the ordinary happens. One of the girls said she could feel something under her hand when she placed it on me.
As we sat there these girls wanted to keep practicing praying for healing. I told them I had already had my legs measured and they were even, but they could try to measure my arms. One girl jumped on the opportunity. She pulled my arms to the center and sure enough….my hands were about half and inch off from each other.
Our eyes opened wide, lets do this!
She begins by telling me how much God loves me and how he views me as his daughter and telling me who I am in Christ. The whole time I am keeping eye contact with her because I didn’t want to watch like I did with the ladies legs growing. I didn’t want to put up a stumbling block for the Lord to perform a miracle. I was soaking in the words that my squad mate was saying over me and would just enjoy whatever God will do-not expecting anything. She looks down at my arms to start to command growth and lets out a yell.
We both look down and my arms were perfectly matched.
God grew my arms to match perfectly with just the words of my identity in Him. He grew them with the words of what I mean to my God. He doesn’t need a fancy speech. He performed that miracle I wanted to see on me. I still didn’t see it, but after that day of numerous humbling experiences, I encountered the true Great Physician that day and he told me….I am his daughter!
