A Message Of Healing

As a speaker at this year’s retreat, I brought a message of healing; healing based on the Mark 5 woman, the woman with an ‘issue’.  After all, we all have issues, right?! We are all in need of being healed from something. The message for me was both personal and timely as I had once again been dealing with an ongoing health issue. The focus of my message was concentrating on what we are continually HEARING and what we are continually SPEAKING.  We went very slowly through Mark 5, placing our feet into the footsteps of this familiar woman. Together, we observed how she kept hearing and hearing about Jesus…to the point where she became convinced He could heal her. As a result, she then began to say over and over and over, “If only I get the chance to see Him I will take hold of him and I WILL get my healing!” Her hope (a confident expectation of a good outcome) became so enlarged that when Jesus DID show up in her neck of the woods, she made her move. Her hope urged her to do something! And so we went with her through the suffocating crowd and watched as she boldly reached out with all her might and took hold of Jesus! And we watched in amazement as His power reached out and took hold of her in return! We overheard Jesus speak to her, assuring her that she had not stolen anything from Him, but that He had given the gift of healing to her freely. It was if He wanted her, and us, to...

Why It Is You MUST Come To Naples If You Are Reading This!

I laid on my death bed. Okay, it wasn’t really my death bed, but it sure felt like it. The flu can do that to you. I’d been sick for days, the kind of sickness where every hour tirelessly rolls into the next one. Sleep. Sneeze. Cough. Slurp soup. Sleep some more. It was out of this dreariness that suddenly and unexpectedly a ray of sunshine entered the room. Mr. Wonderful walked into the house with a letter! A real letter. The kind of letter with a real stamp and everything. A handwritten letter. A letter from Kat! But it would turn out to be what was inside that letter that would turn out to be the truest of delights. Inside Kat’s letter to me was a letter that I had written to her…in 2007! See, just days before writing that letter five years ago, I had met Kat in North Carolina where she was the Drama Queen (actually she played a witch, but she is a drama queen, so this title suits her), or what you might call the dramatist, at her sister Susan’s church retreat. Over that weekend I had spent a little time with Kat (thanks Gigi!) and the Lord had used Kat to greatly encourage me. While I won’t go into details, suffice it to say I went to this retreat one hurtin’ puppy and God used Kat to give me hope. Real hope. Bible hope. Romans 8:28 and Jeremiah 29:11 kind of hope. At the end of that retreat, Kat briefly shared with the group that she wrote a monthly newsletter, Kat’s Shot of...

Crescendo-ing Finale

Tired. No, exhausted was more like it. That’s the emotional state I was in when the B.A.D. girls of ECC gathered at last year’s retreat in Naples. Pooped out! I had just weeks before finished an all-day conference with S.W.O.R.D., a ministry that Michelle Schumacher, Shelly McKnight, and I had created two years earlier. But it wasn’t just having finished up that conference that left me feeling worn out; it was what would happen afterwards. Immediately following that conference, I had begun to hear what I thought was the whispering of God asking me to step out of SWORD ministry. Step out? Why would I do that?! I questioned. This was a ministry that Michelle, Shelly and I had lovingly and pain-stakingly put together. We had spent countless hours, sweat and tears (lots and lots of laughter, too!) to bring the ministry to where it was. We were just getting started, now was not the time to step out. Surely, I reasoned, I am not hearing from God. But the whispering continued. “Step out.” If there is one thing I’m afraid of (and I confess that I am fearful of many things, forgive me Lord!) it is being out of position that I fear the most. I fear this because being IN position is so darned important. So when the whispering of “Step Out” didn’t cease, I entered into a time of fasting to hear clearly from the Lord. Within a few hours I felt clear that this was indeed what I was to do and was to do quickly. I gave God my assurance, “I will step out....