The Healing Service which was a Turning Point in My Writing Life

Our family went to a healing service at our church in Oxford yesterday, a couple of Americans from the deep South, Harvey and Callie Boyd

I was charmed by the seriousness and sweetness and undoubted integrity of the man. He had a low-key delivery, and when he told us of all the miracles he’d seen, we believed him!

Then he asked people to come for healing prayer, and offered to stay as long as necessary until he had prayed for everyone. Hey, that takes a lot of love and humility and a genuine love of people. I was in the first row (our family is still one which runs late a lot, and in these events, the last shall be first) and watched him pray with genuine passion for strangers. Wow!

Our family has been blessed in many, many ways, and one of those blessings has always been sturdy and reliable physical health, without really worrying about it, or trying to achieve it.

But it’s only in heaven that one will have perfect health in mind, body, soul and spirit.

I went up for prayer for a tired, burnt-out brain. And felt a surge like electricity go through me, found myself literally shaken and in tears. Amazing.

That night, I had a dream in which I lingered late after a church service, and someone prayed for me, laying his hands on my head, and something coursed through my brain, sweet as honey. I felt a deep sweetness and joy course through me, in my dream. I woke happy. Wow.

Yesterday, when the rector of the church, St. Aldate’s, Charlie Cleverly, placed his hands on my head,  as in my dream, and prayed for a revelation of divine love,  I felt the electricity and power surge me, and a powerful shaking.

And Harvey Boyd prayed beautifully that my writing would be restored to me, and would flow–something I had not even asked him to pray for. Thank you, God!
P.S. It was my first week as a blogger, and I believe that prayer has been instrumental in my relative success in blogging