16 The Mother of all Sundays

Sunday 27th of March 2022 was not only Mothering Sunday in the UK, but also the Sunday of the first Encounter Conference at Eastgate since Lockdown. Being a second year ESSL student, I was automatically part of the event and had enjoyed two days experiencing and encountering the power of God in different ways and enabling others to do the same.

As usual, now that I was walking without a stick, I was uninhibitedly dancing at the front of the church. As the music part of the service transitioned into the next phase, I attempted to get back to my seat. I was distracted because finding my seat was proving a challenge. The auditorium had filled up since the beginning of the service and several rows of chairs had been added behind my seat. I was so engrossed in trying to work out how to get back to my seat, I completely missed that Pete Carter was reading from scripture. A psalm I think but I have no idea. As soon as I realised a stopped where I was and listened to what he was reading.

When he had finished reading, Pete invited us to put our hand on the shoulder of the person next to us and to pray for them. The lady who was standing next to me was very tall and she had her young son with her. I had never met her before and she introduced herself as D. We both sat down on the nearest two chairs and we prayed for each other. As D prayed for me she saw a picture of fire coming down from heaven and tiny balls being released and turning into massage balls, massaging my shoulders and back. I then told her about my spinal injury, because having never met me before, she had no idea.

Then she prayed and she saw a river flowing down and into me and forming into beautiful crystal formations of snowflakes and flowers I knew immediately that spinal fluid was returning to my spinal canal. I was overcome with excitement because I felt an immediate change in my body. I shared with D about what had been happening and thanked her. The weird numbness had gone from my fingers. I realised that I could touch and feel things normally with my left hand and it no longer felt as though I was touching everything as if I was wearing gloves. As I made my way back to my own seat, I kept thanking God and testing out this miraculous healing. I was beside myself, touching everything in sight; my clothes, the fabric of the chair, my hair. I told Pete about it after the service.

Something I realised later on was that my bladder was a lot stronger. Being a menopausal woman of a certain age, I have in the past been prone to bladder weakness to the extent that I recently, upgraded the appropriated protection to the next level. Over the next few days, I realised that I had no bladder weakness at all, not even if I coughed, sneezed or extremely desperate for the toilet. In fact I have downgraded the protection required. This is an incredible move of God because full on incontinence can be an indication that there is more ‘irreversible’ nerve damage. So God miraculously eliminated the risk completely.

Wow!

I really wanted to tell D all about it. However, I didn’t see her again and no one seemed to know who she was. I was beginning to think she was an angel in disguise.

PS

I have since met D again at the Healing Conference in October 2023, and she is indeed a real person. Although that doesn’t mean she isn’t an angel too. We had a quick catch up chat and I told her about the healing and my blog. We have promised to stay in touch.