Faith Can Move Mountains

Faith can move mountains

Today we have drove back from St. Malo after dropping a dear brother in Christ off at the ferry terminal yesterday. He is heading home after spending a week here with us in my friends converted farmhouse. We had come up here last Tuesday and stopped the night awaiting his arrival in the morning. It’s just over 150 km each way and I prefer not to drive at night if I don’t have to. You may have read last weeks post from here and seen some of the wonderful pictures from this idyllic port on the French coast, due south of the Channel Islands.

What I didn’t say last week was that I had received a frantic phone call when we had just arrived. We had just got out of the motorhome to stretch our legs. All six of them, my two and Bertie’s four. The phone call was from my dear friend, the lovely lady whose house it is. The poor lady was distraught, her beloved dog was in a very dire state. There was blood profusing from both nostrils. This wasn’t an isolated symptom, it has been quite an ongoing agonising affair of sickness for some time.

She is a lovely little dog, a dark brindled staffie, probably the nations favourite dog. It’s easy to see why if you have ever met this particular girl, a friendlier dog I have yet to meet. It has been quite an ordeal for some months for my friend and her little staffie. To and fro from the vets, the medication, the worry and distress, but this time the symptoms were at there worst. My friend was frantic on the phone and asking if I would pray for her dog. One of my friends friends is a Christian and she was already praying and said it would be better if two of us prayed. A two pronged attack. My friend was really distressed.

I was walking around the docks of St Malo praying for my friends dog. It doesn’t matter where we are, we don’t have to wait until Sunday morning. God is open ALL the time. He wants us to pray to Him where we are. When we pray in faith, we are calling in God’s permission.

In the gospel of Luke, chapter 8:43 onwards, we read about the woman with the flow of blood for 12 years. She had spent all her earnings on physicians and could not be healed. She had heard of Jesus and His miracles, and seeing the crowd came from behind and touched the hem of His garment and was healed immediately. Jesus was surrounded by people but knew that one of them had touched Him differently and He asked whom had done this? From verse 46 we read,

“But Jesus said, “Somebody touched Me, for I perceived power going from Me.” Now when the woman saw that she was not hidden, she came trembling; and falling down before Him, she declared to Him in the presence of all the people the reason she had touched Him and how she was healed immediately. And He said to her, “Daughter, be of good cheer; your faith has made you well. Go in peace.”  Amen.

Well, it was with great pleasure and all glory to God when I found out later that the beloved little staffie had made a dramatic recovery. Had eaten lashings of food and been for a brisk healthy walk around the park!

Praise the Lord!

Likewise myself, on Monday I had sensed for a few days that I was coming down with something. My body was all aches and pains, and my glands were all swollen in my neck, which is very rare for me. Swollen glands is a surefire way of knowing that there is something breaking down. I awoke early Tuesday morning in quite some pain. Every joint ached quite severely. Just moving a finger wanted me to grunt and groan in displeasure, but that just made things worse as my glands were really very swollen now. I contemplated the day ahead. Wincing at the prospect of what it would entail. Just rolling my eyes in their sockets was painful, and that was while I was still in the comfort of being in bed. I had to drive today and take my friend back to the ferry terminal. I was assured I would be too unwell to drive today possibly for days. My friend is insured to drive the motorhome, he would have to drive, I thought. I wondered how I would be in the passenger seat, could I travel in the bed, or would I have to travel with sunglasses on, my eyes being sensitive to the light, I was that achy all over.

I couldn’t let this happen, how had I allowed all of this negativity to get in on top of physical pain. I was already accepting what would happen. No, I would have to stop this and pray to My Saviour for help. I got up and found my little bottle of holy anointing oil. I prayed to the Lord and asked for His help in removing these symptoms. I massaged the oil into the swollen tender lumps in my neck and my temples.

The Holy Bible says in the gospel of Matthew 17:20;

“For assuredly, I say to you, if you have faith as a mustard seed, you will say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move, and nothing will be impossible for you.”

Well, my faith is bigger than a mustard seed and that’s all I need. The symptoms were real, but my Saviour, He can move mountains. I didn’t have lashings of food or a brisk walk around the park like my friends beloved dog, but I did drive up to St. Malo. We a good walk around with my friend quite pain free. Praise the Lord, healings are already there for us, Jesus did it all at the cross, and all we have to do is call it in, what an amazing God we serve.

All glory to God in the highest.

God bless