In Healing

Sometimes I wake up with a song in my head that I feel Holy Spirit has put there. I missed time with the Lord Saturday morning – hitting the snooze over and over ’til there was no snooze time left. Before, this would leave me guilt-ridden and frazzled and waiting for the other shoe to drop. But I’m learning.

So when I got up, I heard the buttery voice of Journey’s Steve Perry, “Lovin’, touchin’, squeezin’ … Now it’s your turn girl to cry. Na-na-na-na-na-na-na …”

Steve Perry and band in concertI thought, “Oh no. Okay. Lord, I know better to think that you’re angry with me. I know better than to think something tragic is going to happen today to make me cry.”

I made my way through a shower and my morning routine. The whole time, all I heard was “Now it’s your turn girl to cry. Na-na-na-na-na-na-na …” Then I headed out of the house to go to my Dad’s.

The whole 30-minute drive was filled with “Lovin’, touchin’, squeezin’ … Now it’s your turn girl to cry …” I tried to change the subject. “Lord, what’s on your heart today? What do you want to talk about?”

“Aren’t the trees green and beautiful? Do you think about how much of my creation you get to look at in this area? You have a lot of beauty surrounding you every day.” (More Steve Perry.)
“Yes Lord, they are. You’re right. It’s especially beautiful here.” I tried to focus on the trees, but I was still rattled by His song choice.

Large lush trees in a park like settingWhen I got to my dad’s, I woke him up and he had some serious back pain. Daddy’s a pretty tough cookie, but this kind of pain leaves him nearly in tears sometimes. So I began to massage his back, neck, and shoulders so he could get a little relief and be functional enough for the day. I asked the Lord, “Can we get rid of this tension and pain?”

I massaged and waited on the Lord and He was like, “The trees are beautiful, aren’t they? Lovin’, touchin’, squeezin’ … Now it’s your turn girl to cry. Na-na-na-na-na-na-na …” I felt like a complete fool. There I was with a rock and roll anthem from a 70s hair band playing in my head while I was waiting on the power of God. It’s ridiculous the questions that can roll their way through our minds in these surreal moments.

I kept massaging and, after a little while, I felt the power of God leave my hand and enter my Daddy’s body. I had this immediate satisfaction and sense of accomplishment – smug almost – but I checked myself. “It’s YOUR power, Lord.”

“Yes, but you and I are one, little girl. Na-na-na-na-na-na …”

In a couple of minutes, Daddy says he feels a whole lot better. He goes off to take his shower and get ready for the day.

“You never cease to amaze me, Lord. I’m so grateful you ministered to Daddy that way. Thank you so much. You’re so good. I just want to cry.”

“BAM! Now it’s your turn girl to cry-ay! Na-na-na-na-na-na-na …”

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