📖 “He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.”
Psalm 147:3
It began with a missed call.
A small, silent alert on my phone during a regular office day — but somehow, it felt sacred. She doesn’t usually call, so I rang back straight away. No answer. Just voicemail. I left a message and began to pray in the Spirit, trusting God was already ahead of it all.
Her message came not long after: "I resigned from my job yesterday. Everything was spiralling again. I felt like I was heading for a breakdown. I’m seeing the doctor and a counsellor. I barely slept…”
I recognised the pattern — old pain stirred by fresh pressure. The kind of emotional storm that seems to loop back until something deeper is addressed. I felt compassion rise. And fear too — the nervous wondering if I was enough, wise enough, equipped enough to help.
But God gently nudged me: Do it afraid, if you must. Just show up.
So I did. I offered prayer ministry. I invited her to our Wednesday night Encounter Group. She said yes.
That night, she came. And something began to shift. I could see it in her posture, in her eyes. She left, telling me how much it had resonated. That sacred tenderness was surfacing.
We met for lunch the next day, and she poured out her story. Layers of grief, frustration, and childhood trauma that had been cracked open by recent criticism at work. Her soul was raw, but ready.
A week later, with my faithful friend Esther, we prayed. We held space for Jesus to do what only He can do. And He came, gentle and mighty. Healing wounds. Renouncing expectations, judgments, inner vows and lies. Restoring peace. Speaking truth over the lies she had believed for far too long.
The next morning, I received a message from her:
“I had two dreams last night. In one, I peeled back a plaster and underneath, the skin was completely healed. In the other, I was in a park when a huge black vicious dog appeared. I told it to go away—and it disappeared. Thank you so much for yesterday. Lots of love to you both.”
As I read those words, I wept.
That plaster? 🤔It was her heart. God was revealing that healing had begun — not just on the surface, but deep within. The fierce black dog? 🤔I believe that was the enemy, roaring like he does, trying to intimidate. But she didn’t freeze. She stood in her God-given authority and told it to go. And it obeyed.
Reflection:
What a picture of redemption. What a testimony of healing and spiritual awakening. God is good.
Sometimes we wonder if we’re doing enough. If our prayers are hitting the mark. But the Spirit moves beyond our limitations. And in dreams, in whispers, in courageous little yeses — He heals, He frees, He breathes new life.
This is why I keep showing up. To change the world — one 💔 heart 💖 at a time.
Life Application:
Affirmation:
Creative Prompt:
Sketch or paint a picture of a plaster being gently peeled back to reveal healed skin beneath. Or write a reflection called “The Dog Disappeared,” exploring an area in your life where you’ve recently stood in your authority in Christ. Let God speak to you about your healing and spiritual courage.
Closing Prayer:
Father, thank You for the gift of dreams and the deeper truths they reveal. Thank You for showing us what’s really happening in the spirit when we surrender to You. Teach us to recognise the tactics of the enemy and to stand firm in the authority You’ve given us through Christ. Help us trust that Your healing is not just possible — but already unfolding. Make us bold. Make us tender. And always willing to say yes, even when afraid. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.
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