Someone in Need

I just returned from an incredible weekend in Ontario. Holly (my assistant) and I met some wonderful and loving people and spent some time offering healings. I have amazing stories in the room. But sometimes Holly is the luckier to witness the whole story. Here is one such storyin Holly's words that shows how divine things can truly be:

Holly:
We were nearing the end of a wonderful weekend of speaking and healing at Unity Church in Windsor, Ontario. This wonderful group meets in what, until the 1980s, was a convent. Sue, our church hostess, was coming to lock the building and say goodbye to us as we were leaving in an hour or so. When the doorbell rang, I ran to let her in, and she walked in with another woman in tow, rather unusual looking. “Hi Holly. We have a conundrum and we need to see what we can do about it.” Okay, I thought perhaps the woman was homeless or something. We walked up to the meeting room and Sue told me that this woman Diane had just recently returned to Windsor, and had come to the nuns for help not knowing that the convent had been moved. We all sat to hear her story.

Diane had been suffering with a severe infection of the bone around her jaw and cheek which had necessitated removal of some teeth and some dental appliances. The front section of the teeth had been so deformed by infection they jutted out and interfered with her eating. We noticed that her left cheek was swollen and pink. She’d been through many medications that did not work, and her doctor believed she’d found something that might. Being a caregiver Diane had little money to spare on expensive medication. She decided to reach out in trust to neighbors for assistance although being new to the area she didn’t know them. She knocked on a door, showed the man what money she had, explained the situation and asked if he might loan her $20 until the following week. He warmly welcomed her in, told her he understood and could help her. He pulled out a $20, turned to her, reached for his zipper and asked her what she was prepared to do for him. In shock and horror she was able to run out the door without harm, ran home and cried for an hour. She thought to ask the nuns for help and comfort and that’s when she met Sue at the door. Funny thing . . . Sue had taken a wrong turn and had gone the very long route to the church. Had she taken her normal route, she probably would not have pulled up just as Diane got there.

Having heard the story and assured Diane that she was safe with us, Sue and I started to react to the miracle that was taking place. We told Diane that John Davis, a healer, was at the church this weekend, and if she was open to meeting him, she might be helped. At first she said no she didn’t have time as she still had a client to visit, but when I told her it would only be half an hour, she eagerly agreed. It struck all three of us what had happened – Diane had accidentally showed up at the church just when Sue happened to arrive and see her at a no-longer-used entrance, when John just happened to be in town, coincidentally two hours before we were to leave.

John completed his session with a client and opened the door to the prayer room they were in. I hugged Diane and escorted her back to meet John. I told her again that she was completely safe here, and John opened his arms and said “I need to hug you”. I saw her face as she was enfolded in God’s love – OH the relief! In his great sensitivity John also assured her she was safe, and asked if she wanted the door closed or left open.

In about half an hour we heard a great deal of laughter coming from down the hall. The door opened, and out walks a beaming Diane. She’s nearly bouncing in joy, breathlessly saying “I am healed, I can feel it, it’s so warm, Oh my GOD, I’m healed, I just can’t believe it, there’s no pain, it’s not swollen!!!” And indeed, her cheek looked exactly like the other, no longer swollen. “God can do anything! Oh my God, I’m healed! I can’t wait for my doctor to see this!” We talked for a few minutes, all of us emotional and basking in the joy, and after many hugs, Diane bounced down the stairs and left.

If Sue had not asked us to come this weekend. . .
If Sue had not taken a wrong turn. . .
If Diane had come two hours later. . .
If . . .

Thank you God, for allowing me the honor to witness this breathtakingly beautiful gift. I am forever changed. Thank you Diane for being God’s messenger so that others can know what He does for his beloved kids.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.