Miracles Through the Eyes of Your Friendly Neighborhood Goober; Part 2 of 2

[You can find Part 1 here!]

I won't ever forget the feeling of walking down the tunnel into the stadium. You could hear the worship on stage getting louder and louder until you emerged into a massive bowl several stories high filled with people from all across the U.S. and even around the world. My heart was pounding; I was so ready for this day!

The first thing I did was follow the lead of what Lou Engle asked us to do, which was first to lay hands on those who have spina bifida. A girl nearby had raised her hand for healing so I was the first to approach her, and upon praying for the disease to leave her, she started weeping. I figured if I asked what she felt, she'd say heat and healing, but instead she stuttered to me, "I feel...l-love."

That was to set the standard for me the rest of the day. I knew God was with me, and I was in awe of all the people in the stadium and what all was taking place. For 15 hours, the ministry team went at it--people came out of their wheelchairs and injuries and diseases were leaving. It was amazing! All I know is that by the end of the day, I knew God had shifted the city of LA and it was only the beginning.

Azusa Now might have been over, but little goober Allison was still going to DISNEYLAND.

You know, revival isn't a day. It isn't Azusa Now. Revival is everyday, in walmart, in your home, and even at Disneyland. We still have people posting in our BSSM Testimony Page of God healing people at the amusement park (I guess it truly is "the happiest place on earth!").

I didn't see anything miraculous myself, but my friends and I knew that Jesus loved rides as much as we did so we invited Him along with us--including all the favor that came with Him! The average person normally gets in about four rides a day on a busy day--but my friends and I did twelve, two rides of which we went on twice! We even had special favor skipping an hour-long wait just by answering a question (when in doubt, the answer is Pixie Dust).

We ran into a father and son who had asked us if we went to Azusa the day before (I'm sure my Bethel tanktop gave it away), and a wonderful conversation ensued (I'm sure it was one of those "divine appointments" Bill Johnson always talks about). The son, Joseph, said he wanted to go to BSSM next year and I was able to bless him in his passion for the foster care system.

The fireworks at the end of the day pretty much sealed the deal that my first missions trip was the best missions trip ever!

And then at last, we boarded the bus in a very holy-ghost-crazed goodbye (people were lying around in the aisle laughing and crying and whatever was going on; I'm not even sure).

In the end, I returned to Redding with several new lessons in my pocket but the most valuable of them all is this: if you want revival, be the revival everywhere you go, everyday.

And that makes for the finest life of all!

THE END.

*Disneyland fireworks and pixie dust*

Miracles Through the Eyes of Your Friendly Neighborhood Goober; Part 1 of 2

And by friendly neighborhood goober, I mean me!

On April 9th, 2016, I believe I was part of the biggest beginnings of a revival America's ever seen. Azusa Now hosted about 115,000 registered guests in the LA Memorial Coliseum and roughly 2,000 BSSM students were part of the ministry team (which included this little goober)!

Four days before the event, the BSSM students flooded every zone in LA to pour out God's love and miraculous power on people. We all shared crazy testimonies that God was doing via a facebook page (you can read every testimony that happened here!), including people walking out of wheelchairs and blind eyes opening and deaf people hearing for the first time in their lives--all across LA!

Every day I would read these testimonies, sometimes first thing in the morning and I would cry because it was so overwhelming that God was touching people--Christians and unbelievers alike. But most of all, I had never seen a healing like that before with my own eyes, and by my own hands.

Those four days prior to the event were both awesome, exhausting and intense.

Day one, we ministered around Union Station and the jails, and visited the USC Campus (freaking gorgeous). The church there had been fasting and interceding for Azusa for months already. They were on fire, and after churning the flame, we set out to minister to students. Tons of them got saved, and I found myself loitering around a food court looking for a chance to share Jesus with someone. Sure enough, I ended up speaking with an agnostic girl my own age who didn't believe in God because of prior religious circumstances. This was the first time I ever prayed for someone to feel Jesus--and she did!

Day two, we hit the streets of Skid Row--one of the largest homeless avenues in the nation. This was the first time I ever evangelized to the homeless, and it certainly wasn't a neat business. People reeked of urine and drugs, and most of them we talked to weren't even socially capable of maintaining a normal conversation. But I went for it anyway! One instance, a teammate told me to prophesy over a man using one of his tattoos. I got this, I thought, as I asked the man to pick any tattoo (he had several). Sure enough, he picked the one with the grim reaper holding a nude woman. I do not got this, I thought, but asked God for interpretation anyway. He could use anything to convey a message, right? Yes! So, I began telling the homeless man that there is beauty in death because there is heaven on the other side, and I started pulling out the gold in him and all that wonderful stuff (Thank you sweet Jesus).

Day Three, we evangelized around the Farmer's Market in Downtown LA. Now I'm going to be honest: At this point, I was physically exhausted. My feet hurt from walking so much and I wanted to sleep longer than 6 hours. My teammates and I weren't really getting anywhere with ministering to people, at least compared to what we had seen the last two days, and we were beginning to feel divided. THUS, we prayed and became honest with each other about how we were feeling. I felt that I had to push myself to evangelize, to share about Jesus, and it sucked. But after we were honest and talked to our leader, we made optional arrangements to take it easy the rest of the day. It was then that the pressure of evangelizing left me and I actually started doing it naturally the rest of the afternoon!

Teamwork is what God's family business looks like.

Day Four, after getting plenty of rest, we packed bags of goodies and set out for Ramona Gardens, a housing district that had low income and was in need of ministry. I was pumped now; I just knew God was gunna do something awesome! My teammates and I ventured about until we came across a group of kids that would probably be in junior high. Long story short, they didn't know the gospel very well and after two hours of loving on them (and eating like 4 bags of snacks), they gave their lives to Jesus! *shoots fireworks*

But I was still in search for seeing a healing miracle! So later that evening we had ministry outside the LA Memorial Coliseum, the day before Azusa Now. I ended up walking around with one of my closest BSSM friends, finding ourselves praying for people. There was a woman who had sprained her ankle in January and felt severe pain since then, so one of my teammates asked me to pray for her. I don't know if anything will happen, is what I thought. But I will try. So I put my hand on her, super duper casually asked God to fetch a new ankle from heaven and put it in her foot, and then I asked the daunting question... "Do you feel anything?"

"Yes!" She shouted, "I feel heat!"

"Say WHAT?" I shouted back, asking God to increase whatever He was doing. By the end she was jumping around and feeling zero pain, and I was jumping around screaming that it had actually happened! God used little ol' Allison--your friendly neighborhood goober--to heal someone!!

For the rest of the trip, I felt my relationship with Jesus totally change from what it had been just a few days prior. Now I believed God could use me for amazing things, and more than just that: He wanted to.

This is just a brief outline of what my missions trip was like! The next part will be about Azusa, and my adventure through Disneyland for the first time, because Jesus was with me there, too!

Nonetheless, if there's one thing I want you, my wonderful reader, to take away from all this is just the one thing: God wants to use you, anywhere, anytime, to bring a miracle to someone's life big or small. For freaking real.

And that, that is surely the finest life to ever have!

Allison Versus the Forces of Evil

You may be wondering, "Allison. Aren't you going on a mission's trip?" Why yes. Yes I am. Next week. And it's going to blow my mind. Allow me to explain.

On April 9th, 1906-1916, there was a huge outpouring of the Holy Spirit on Azusa Street, Los Angeles, California. God's glory was so heavy in the place that firemen would storm into the building thinking the roof was on fire, but it was God simply being present among the hungry people. Children would play hide and seek in the cloud of His glory, literally, and cancer would fall right off the bodies of health-stricken people. When the train pulled in a few blocks away, passengers would fall out under the power of God without even being at the location of the ministry. God did crazy things at the Azusa Street Revival, of which William J. Seymour (the founder of the revival) prophesied that within 100 years, another outpouring would break out with twice as much power and miracles than what was seen there.

Now, approximately 100 years later on April 9th, 2016, little ol' Allison will be marching right on over to Los Angeles with about 2,000 other students from Bethel School of Supernatural Ministry to reignite the heart of LA for God once again.

What a huge statement; I can't even believe I'm saying it! This will be my first missions trip in my life, and it consists of being part of a ministry so large that we're expecting 90,000 people to minister to at the Los Angeles Memorial Coliseum. Excuse me while my mind blows up a bit. 

So, my point in writing this is so that you can know what I'll be involved with--what you likely supported me for (thank you from the bottom of my little goober heart)! Whether you donated to my BSSM tuition or directly to my missions account or support me blissfully from your heart, what my revival group and I do in LA will also be considered your rewards! SO, this is what little ol' Allison will be doing:

Part of a group of about 58 people (called a revival group at BSSM), we will be "flooding the streets of LA" for a week before the main event called Azusa Now at the LA Memorial Coliseum (you can discover more about it at The Call's Website). 

During this week, each revival group has been divided into 5 different zones, one of which our group has been assigned Downtown LA! We will be ministering on the streets (never done that before), throwing a block party (never done that either), ministering to one of the nation's largest homeless avenue on Skid Row (you can bet your bottom dollar I ain't done that either), volunteering at other planted ministries and local churches, and ministering in the business district, fashion district and Chinatown (gunna get me some RAMEN YEAH). This is the first time BSSM has concentrated all their students to one mission, instead of about 75 different missions every year.

On the day of Azusa Now, the revival in the LA Coliseum, our revival group will be ministering to a section of 3,000 people.

The very last day of our trip, although optional, us little goobers for Jesus will be flooding Disneyland! BLESS THE LORD OH MY SOUL--HERE I COME, DISNEY. YOU BETTA WATCHOUT.

...Anyway, this is what Allison will be doing next week. Thanks to you (and Jesus, yay!), my first mission's trip is going to be unforgettably colossal. I plan on taking testimonies and writing more blog posts about what God is doing there, because I can't believe little ol' me is going to be part of such a huge thing.

Allison Versus the Forces of Evil!

Evangelism; A Noobie's Guide to Jesusing

It's been 5 months, 3 weeks and 4 days since I started this whole grand adventure up north in the boondocks of California, learning how to Jesus with Jesus while Jesusing for Jesus. Gosh, I love Jesus. What a stand up guy!

Anyway, as it should be expected for any bible school, evangelism in BSSM is a big deal. All year, we've been taught about how to love people like Jesus did which includes healthy communication and boundaries, healing, delivering, encouraging anyone of any sort and all the fancy toppings on an icecream cake (preferably Oreo-flavored).

In preparation for our mission's trip in April (my first one ever!), my Revival Group decided on having a time of outreach in our lil' o' city of Redding this last Monday. You see, Allison (aka myself) has never really felt all that prepared for outreach (which is just a comfortable word for Street Evangelism, right?). I could sit in the pews and be lectured all day about only needing a mustard seed of faith and knowing that the Holy Spirit is with me and recognizing that I am totally prepared for outreach--but let's be real: It doesn't mean anything unless you put it to the risk, I mean, test. 

So, idly skipping over a few minute details, I found myself in a team of four heading up to the second story of the local library in Redding. The location was chosen due to an abnormal amount of homeless people that normally gather there--and my teammates, being the fearless Jesusers they are, were ready for some serious outreach! I went without a fuss, although I wanted to hide behind the Marvel comics I found until it was all over.

But alas, the realization hit me that I (and several other people helped me THANKS!) paid $4,500 for this school and I wasn't going to simply read comics I could easily do for the rest of my life (rest assured, I will do this also). So I metaphorically rolled up my sleeves and gently approached an older woman reading a magazine. Oh God, how do I--what do I--Okay, yup, she's looking at me. I'm definitely in too deep now, there's no turning back; HERE WE GO--

"Hi there!" I said in my most intentional greetings.

"Hi?" She responded with utmost unintentions.

Que uncomfortable feelings.

"So..." I began, braving it straight to the point as gently as possible. "I was wondering if you'd like some company or prayer for anything?"

Immediately her face became hardened.

"Why? Who are you? What church sent you?" She immediately fired off a list of defensive questions.

It occurred to me then that...the reputation I believed Bethel had certainly wasn't the same reputation that several other people had. I gracefully danced around some of the questions, to which she immediately said, "No, I don't want company or prayer. Thanks but bye."

Ouchers.

If I were a dog, it'd be obvious I left with my tail between my legs. I had never experienced that sort of rejection before, but nonetheless, I honored her wishes.

I sat down next to one of my teammates who asked excitedly, "How did it go?"

"I got rejected," I managed to say. But I was fighting off tears like Spider-Man fighting off the Goblin. It's one thing to hear stories of rejection in ministry, and another to actually experience it. And if it weren't for my teammate saying what he said next, I would've been such a loser that day! AND SPIDER-MAN NEVER LOSES (so neither does Allison!).

So he said, "That's awesome!" And before I could retort, he explained how I still 'won' because I took a risk and approached the woman, and God can still work with that no matter with what outcome.

Dear teammate (you know who you are), you reminded me of the most important lesson we've ever learned about evangelism: that Jesus's love never quits. It always wins! You have taught me the most valuable lesson in the midst of the test. Thank you!

Anyway, so I sat there and processed this revelation for about 4 minutes, and then I punched Satan in the face like Captain America did with Hitler, and I went and tried again with someone else.

By the end of the day, I found and accompanied a unique teenage girl who opened up some very vulnerable parts of her life story with me, prayed for her sprained wrist to work again, prayed for her brain tissue disease thing to go away, prayed for her headaches to stop, became friends via social media and I ended up walking away more encouraged by her than I felt like I could've been for her.

You see, the guide to evangelizing/Jesusing consists of these 3 basic concepts, and with them, you'll never go wrong:

1) Love the person like Jesus would,
2) Honor the person like Jesus would,
3) And take risk, like Jesus would.

You don't need to shout for someone to hear you. You don't need to hear the audible voice of the Lord to approach someone. You don't need to come up with a flawless formula to lead someone to Christ. Just...love the person. Honor the person. And take a risk.

And it's because of a risk that this blog exists (rhyming, woo)! And that makes for a very fine life, ladies and gentlemen.

I'd Rather Be the Knight

Ever since I was a wee little laddy, I was different. Different as in...No, I will not wear a dress. No, I will not be a ballet dancer. No, I will not put on lipstick. I wasted no time drawing a line between what the world called feminine and what I called it, starting at the age of four. It should be no surprise that my mom had quite the journey discovering what kind of daughter she gave birth to (my formal condolences, Mother).

I fell in love with dragons probably around the age of six and never once owned a Barbie Doll (except for the time I tied one to some fireworks on the 4th of July). Instead, I played with toy dragons and dinosaurs. Whenever my friends wanted to play House in elementary school, I would always be the dog. Who the heck wanted to be the mom? Or a baby? No. Dog. I want Dog or I'm out.

There's one vivid memory I have as a child, probably around seven years old. My dad drove a semi-truck back then, so he would sometimes let the family join in on the traveling fun. His truck had one of those beds in the back (which felt more like a castle to me and my two brothers). For whatever reason, these said brothers decided they didn't need to wear their shirts. I don't know if they felt stuffy or if they wanted to wear half of their birthday suits, but I wanted in.

"No!" They denied me. "You're a girl. You can't take off your shirt!" Now let's be honest. I had nothing going for me back then, alright? The concept of offending anyone's eyes wasn't really something I grasped. Nonetheless, I was outraged by the thick line they drew across them and I--so I stomped on up to the front seats and exclaimed my desire to also be a shirtless child in the castle of the semi-truck.

I can't tell you what went through my parents' minds or how they came to their conclusion, but by the grace of the Lord Almighty, I had consent to run around the semi-truck without my shirt on.

Good times...

Now, about 14 years later, this memory has proven to be the starting point of which I subtly decided I didn't like being a girl. It's not like I consciously made that decision, but everything I liked was "forbidden" for ladies to like. You know, like fire-breathing lizards, video games, pirates, metal music, and shaving the side of my head...just to name a few.

But last night during a meeting for all the lovely ladies of BSSM, I was jolted by the fact that I have been running from femininity my whole life. I didn't start doing my own hair until high school (my mom always straightened it for me), I vowed to never wear make-up unless I was going to a wedding or some special event--I didn't even own my first pair of heels till two years ago and I'm 21 now.

The thing is that my abstraction of being a woman meant I had to put enormous amounts of effort into my appearance and feel ugly without make-up on, and be graceful in everything and like salads and sit with your legs closed and--most of all--throw away almost everything I ever loved.

Boy, oh boy (or woman, oh woman!), was I ever wrong! It's so silly to think that all this time I thought I was very good at loving myself and being me no matter what--but I subconsciously hated being a girl and all the things that society tied to that. No more, I say! The question isn't "What does it mean to be a woman?" but instead it's, "How do I do woman?"

This is all a fresh process for me, hot out of the oven (smells like apple pie...), but here I am being open about my womanhood. This is perhaps the last thing I thought I'd ever write about. Oh well!

So in conclusion, I've decided to take pro-active steps to help remind me that I can enjoy being a woman the way I'd like to and not be afraid of it. Therefore I'm wearing eyeliner just because for a week. AM I EVEN ALLISON ANYMORE? I DON'T KNOW.

Anyway, if you got to the end of this, congratulations! Here's a slice of hot apple pie for you (hypothetically speaking. Sorry.) And I hope you learned something from this: that if you ever want to live life to the fullest--a truly fine life--you'd love the gender God made you and embrace it. You'll display God's glory that way :)

NOW GO, BE THE KNIGHT TO SOMEONE'S DISTRESS (whether you're a girl, a boy, a dog or a slice of hot apple pie)!

Allison and South Korea: Since WHEN?

South Korea, an Asian country located a hop, skip and a jump away from Japan, has become a recent passion of mine since the very beginning of my BSSM school year. It was about as unexpected to me as it probably is for those of you who know me (and if you don't know me, let's be friends!). I never thought I was the type to fall in love with a country besides America and Canada, but lemme tell ya, this South Korea thing ain't going away any time soon. If ever. And now I shall explain why.

It all began with the exposure to their pop music (AKA Korean Pop/K-Pop), of which I will simply provide a sample of (be sure to turn on the English subtitles!):

If this is your first time watching K-Pop (that is, if you just did), I know what you're thinking: Why are there so many boys? This video is weird. [Potentially] why do I like this? Or, I don't understand you at all, Allison, but I love you anyway.

I started with these thoughts, too, and progressively became a fan and am now doomed to K-Pop for the rest of my youthful life. But this ain't about K-Pop, it's about Korea--because through their music, I discovered their culture and--as part of a nation-praying bible school of BSSM--I have been pulled into a deep place of love for them. So let me tell you a little bit about it:

South Korea is one of the most advanced first-world countries on the planet with their capital city, Seoul, being the tech capital of the world (and ranked one of the safest places to live!). South Korea is also part of the world's most technologically advanced and digitally-connected countries (with the fastest internet speed!) and can you guess where Samsung and LG come from?

Seoul: Home to over half of all South Koreans along with 678,102 international residents.

I've also learned that they are one of the most medically-advanced countries in the world which means--as I have studied a bit about--plastic surgery is as common as wearing contacts in America. It's not unusual for a girl to have plastic surgery by the time she's twelve, which actually breaks my heart. It's even normal to give these surgeries as gifts for Christmas or birthdays (to women and even occasionally men)!

You know, I just want to stomp (or fiercely swim) over to Korea and lift those girls up who suffer from such visual self-abuse. That's why, in this K-Pop music video, the young girl is so sad looking at herself in the mirror and scrubbing a flaw on her face that's actually not even there.

To this day I still don't understand how I came to love Korea so much, but all I know is that when something makes you feel excited and alive, God wants to use you in it. So, I'm currently in the process of learning the Korean language and writing Hangul to a pen pal I've made there! I'm dreaming of what God is planning to do with this (utilize your talents, people!). Will I minister there? Intern someplace? Teach English? Speak to girls who suffer from low self-value? I am so down for any of these, Jesus!

So, yeah. I guess I wrote this so you kinda are in the loop about my recent self. As closure, I should say to be brave when you love a nation and don't be afraid to learn a completely new culture and it's language. Now is as good as a time as any! God's not done with you!

And that makes for--yes--a fine, fine life. :)

What Friends Are For

This is my best friend Karly (left) and I hanging out at the Sundial Bridge in Redding, California two weeks ago. As a friend that I've had since childhood (we estimate about 10 years of awesome togetherness), it was hardly a surprise for her to fly all the way out from Texas to come see me. But still, a portion of me was surprised, because she isn't the type to go far from home.

This is because Karly fought cancer in her childhood and had half of her pelvic bone removed in 2012 to get rid of the tumor (and it worked! Woop woop!). Since then she's walked with a limp (one leg is about 2" shorter than the other) and has become used to severe pain in her damaged nerves, and so she doesn't really have the option to go far from home. Still, she came to see me, and God was talking to me all the while I anticipated her visit. "Don't put it on your shoulders," He constantly reminded me. "I will provide others to do it for you." What, exactly? Read on!

Weeks beforehand, I started feeling like something was going to happen to my dear friend--positively, of course--because she was going to come to Bethel with me and, as the meme says:

She was going to attend school with me for an entire week, and BSSM's atmosphere is all about healing and experiencing encounters with God. I wanted nothing more than for Karly to experience what we "Bethelites" would call a creative miracle. This is when God creates a new part of the body the person is missing, or even replacing dysfunctional parts with new parts. Karly's, of which, would be an entirely new pelvic bone.

So Karly had arrived, and of course we did all sorts of best friend things, like watching every movie ever from Ant-Man to foreign Korean and German movies (we love cultures so much that we fuel each other's fires). But the very next day after her arrival, I took her to church service with me which would be the first Bethel thing she'd experience from her week-long stay. I was nervous. I was afraid that God wouldn't heal her, and that all this time of me telling her about the endless possibility that He could fix her leg with extreme ease, would only discourage the both of us in the end if nothing happened (dumb thinking, I know. It's also human thinking).

We sat in service and near the end the pastor had called for anyone with bone-related issues to stand. Of course I wasn't going to ask Karly to, but she did on her own. Instantly, all the BSSM students around me, strangers and friends, surrounded her and prayed for her healing. God was right when He said He would provide others to do it for me. And then I began to weep. Crying isn't even the right word. Sobbing, weeping, cringing into the abyss of the most tears I've ever produced in my entire life--that's what I mean. I had no idea what was going on inside of me, except that God was doing something insane in my heart. The funny part was that Karly didn't cry at all, being the strong-willed person she is, and instead was the one comforting me. Hilarious, if you ask me.

I remained sobbing like this for at least half an hour (thank goodness I brought tissues), and students began pouring into me, praying for me unbeknownst to them that I was crying on behalf of someone else. Then a staff member came to me and prophesied over me, "You're feeling the compassion of Jesus for your friend. He wants this just as bad as you do. He's on your side."

Those are words I'll never forget, because he was very right and it made so much sense. So I mustered up my courage and did something I've never EVER done before with the intention of seeing it truly happen.

I walked over to Karly (she had been guided away by another staff and was still being prayed for because now everyone was seeing that she needed a creative  miracle), and I put my hands on her leg and asked God to heal it. I prayed about three times, though I can hardly remember because I was still sobbing, and nothing came to pass. I straightened up and smiled at her and she returned a smile to me, as we both silently agreed that this was an awesome experience for the both of us and this wasn't a failure.

Through the rest of the week, she had been prayed over several more times as nothing appeared to have happened, but she was not offended or discouraged in the least (this chick is seriously unoffendable. It's insane). She encountered God on a personal level that didn't have to do with her cancer-stricken leg at all, and that was enough for her to be moved and changed. Awesome.

So the story appeared to have ended when I dropped her off at the airport after a week of intense bonding. I knew God did something in her, and she was more than happy about the outcome of her stay. She was already planning her next trip out, if that says something!

But just the other day, she had texted me out of the blue. 

"I just realized I haven't taken any pain medication in at least two weeks. I'm actually officially off my pain medication."

I sat there and stared at the words in complete silence.

"No serious pain anymore?" I asked, trying not to jump the gun. And by gun, I mean several rocket launchers pointed at my life-pumping organ called a heart.

"I mean. Today on the flight home I got achy. But the seats on the plane sucked and that was more like normal arthritis/achy bone kind of stuff." Bravo for being real with the answer, Karly! But there was a whole lot more to this text, which continued: "Other than that, no pain. The biggest thing I've noticed is that the nerve pain is gone. There was a pill...that I had to take every 24 hours. It helped with the nerve pain, which that pain sucks so bad because it'll randomly feel like you're getting stabbed with a needle. But, while I was visiting you, it had run out...It was just now that I realized I haven't had that nerve pain at all. So, I'm gunna fill the medication just in case but I'm not even gunna bother taking it. That and my other pain meds...were the only subscription pain meds I was on. Now, I guess I'm not. Wow."

I proceeded in saying:

"Do you know what this means."


Then she said:


And then I said, "Dude. Duuuuuude. Dude. I'm gunna say it. I'M GUNNA SAY IT. Jesus...Jesus healed that..."

And then she said:


The end.

Just kidding. On a more professional note, I see that God totally did something and is more than likely continuing to do something in her body because He really is on my/our side. He wants people to be healed. He doesn't cause sickness and He doesn't cause tragedies, but He sure does turn them into the most beautiful testimonies time and time again.

So be encouraged, my dear readers. God does the miraculous but in ways you can't even see. Be bold and have faith to pray for other people's healing, because faith is spelled R-I-S-K, and without it, nothing can happen.

Taking risk is definitely key to a fine life--full of sincerity, grace and miracles.