Listen to the Spirit When He Wants You to Pray- Power of Prayer

I did not write the story to follow about the missionary, but I believe it.  I have been awakened from sleep and stopped in the middle of my day with the impulse to pray for someone.  Once, I was awakened at 3:26 am  and knew I was to pray for my son.  He is a policeman in San Antonio and he was on duty that night.  I fell to my knees and prayed for his safety, then went to sleep.  The next day I called him to ask him what he was doing at that time.

“Oh, that was the meth house.”  He went on to explain that there is a policy that police are not to go into a meth house if there is a strong smell as it could explode at any moment.  That night they approached a house and noticed the strong smell even before they knocked on the door.  But when the door opened, a small boy stood there looking up innocently at my son.  He could not help himself.  He went in and cleared out all the children in the house and then opened all the windows.

And that was why I was compelled to pray at 3:26 am.

This is a very similar story. Enjoy….


Here’s a message that will bring you chills.

Have you ever felt the urge to pray for someone and then just put it on a list and said, ‘I’ll pray for them later’?Or has anyone ever called you and said, ‘I need you to pray for me, I have this need?’

Read the following story that was sent to me and may it change the way that you may think about prayer, and also the way you pray. You will be blessed by this…

A missionary on furlough told this true story while visiting his home church in Michigan .

‘While serving at a small field hospital in Africa , every two weeks I travelled by bicycle through the jungle to a nearby city for supplies. This was a journey of two days, and required camping overnight at the halfway point.

On one of these journeys, I arrived in the city where I planned to collect money from a bank, purchase medicine, and supplies, and then begin my two-day journey back to the field hospital.

Upon arrival in the city, I observed two men fighting, one of whom had been seriously injured. I treated him for his injuries and at the same time talked to him about the Lord.

I then travelled two days, camping overnight, and arrived home without incident.

Two weeks later I repeated my journey upon arriving in the city, I was approached by the young man I had treated. He told me that he had known I carried money and medicines.

He said, ‘Some friends and I followed you in to the jungle, knowing you would camp overnight. We planned to kill you and take your money and drugs. But just as we were about to move into your camp, we saw that you were surrounded by 26 armed guards.

At this, I laughed and said that I was certainly all alone in that jungle campsite.
The young man pressed the point, however, and said, ‘No, sir, I was not the only person to see the guards, my friends also saw them, and we all counted them. It was because of those guards that we were afraid and left you alone.’

At this point in the sermon, one of the men in the congregation jumped to his feet and interrupted the missionary and asked if he could tell him the exact day this happened. The missionary told the congregation the date, and the man who interrupted told him this story:

‘On the night of your incident in Africa , it was morning here, and I was preparing to go play golf. I was about to putt when I felt the urge to pray for you. In fact, the urging of the Lord was so strong, I called men in this church to meet with me here in the sanctuary to pray for you. Would all of those men who met with me on that day stand up?’
The men who had met together to pray that day stood up. The missionary wasn’t concerned with whom they were, he was too busy counting how many men he saw.

There were 26.

This story is an incredible example of how the Spirit of the Lord moves in behalf of those who love Him. If you ever feel such prodding to pray, go along with it, you don’t know what it can mean to that person.

Nothing is ever hurt by prayer except the gates of hell.

I encourage you to forward this to as many people as you know. If we all take it to heart, we can turn this world toward God once again.

As the above true story clearly illustrates, ‘With God all things are possible’.

More importantly, how God hears and answers the prayers of the faithful.

After you read this, please pass it on and give God thanks for the beautiful gift of your faith, for the powerful gift of prayer, and for the many miracles He works in your own daily life… And then pass it on. Who says God does not move on the earth today?

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Ghosts Can Be So Literal!

This weekend, my husband and I attended a wedding and stayed in a motel that is known to be haunted. I do my best to avoid putting myself in the situation of trying to sleep while resident spirits do their best to get my attention. It just does not make for a restful night.

The hotel we stayed in is part of what is now called Fort Clark Springs in Brackettville, Texas. I have written about many of the events that happened to me there while we lived in Brackettville (‘Growing Up Weird: Confessions of a Closet Medium’ available on amazon.com or createspace.com). Fort Clark Springs used to be an Army Post back in the day and many people died there. To make matters more interesting, there is the ‘White Lady’ who can show up anywhere on the Fort according to legend. I have felt her presence many times myself but I have never seen her like many other people.

But this trip was not supposed to be a ghost hunt. I have never participated in a ghost hunt because….well…I do not have to hunt for ghosts. They find me. It has been explained to me that spirits can tell which people can discern them and that they often want to do their best to get attention from such people. My own mother, as she was dying, gave me a clue about this aspect of my gift.

Mom had been talking to angels for a day or so when I tapped her shoulder to tell her that I was going to step out to get a bite to eat. I did not expect her to even hear me as she was so involved in being halfway on the other side. But, she surprised me. She came out of her seemed trance and grabbed my arm. Then she looked at me intently and said, “Oh my! You are SO perceptive!” Then she went right back to her trance.

I really did not know how to take that at first. What did she mean? As I have thought about that day many times since, I have decided that she was able to see what spirits see when they look at me. They instantly know that I know they are in the room. My guess is that they want to tell me something, even if it is just “Hi! I’m here!” They want my attention for some reason.

So, when I stepped into the hotel room this weekend and immediately felt the presence of spirits, I knew I was going to be a target. I did not feel anything evil, just spirits of people. Still, I did not want them to keep me awake. I stood there in the middle of the room and gave a small speech.

“Look,… yes I know you’re here….Hi….it is nice to meet you. Now, I want you to know that you are not allowed to mess with me while I am sleeping. No touching, no sitting on the bed, no pulling covers off, no voices in my ear and no throwing things at me! We will get along just fine if you will keep my rules.”

Of course, my poor husband just shook his head as he watched me give my little speech. He is getting used to it by now. He is completely clueless and has never had any experiences except when the spirit played with the remote to the portable air conditioner, turning it on and off and playing different tunes as it pushed the different buttons( complete story in my book).

With that said, I got ready for bed, confidently feeling that I could get a decent night of sleep. I closed my eyes and saw them there around me. I saw three different spirits. One was a green color and the other two were lavender and gold. I decided to ignore them. I could feel them watching me so I did have some trouble going to sleep but I did finally drop off…..until about 5 a.m. The sound of footsteps walking across the dark room woke me up. The footsteps went across the room and into the bathroom. Then, the spirits did the few things that I had not specifically listed in my rules. The next thing I knew, my travel organizer that I had hanging in the little closet began to swing back and forth. I raised up on one elbow and saw it swinging.

“Okay…that’s enough of that!”

The organizer stopped swinging, but the towel rack started squeaking like the rod was being turned. Then the towel that had been hanging on it fell to the floor. I sat up and frowned toward the bathroom. I realized that I needed to go to the restroom at that point, but there was no way I was going to go in there. Obviously, they were determined to mess with me and I just could not possibly list all the things they could do to entertain me on my list of no-no’s.

Fortunately, my husband woke up at that point and we decided to go ahead and get up and leave. As I opened the door to leave, I turned around and spoke into the air again.

“It was so nice to meet you….thanks for all the entertainment!” What else could I say?