Endorsements for My Book: “Driving through Walls”

My book will be published soon. When I was a child I woke up really early on Christmas morning because of excitement and anticipation. Since it is still two months before publication, I should probably not stay awake from now until then – despite my joyful enthusiasm. I need my sleep to finish the journey.

I am in the midst of the editing ocean now. It is a great, tedious, and maturing journey.

To whet your appetite for the book, I’m going to drip-drop endorsements for my book onto you in the weeks ahead.

Praise for Driving through Walls

Thousands upon thousands each year go on pilgrimage to the land of the Holy One. There they see the divine majesty of the one who once trod that land. There are very few people who will take residence in that land called Holy, but rent apart by trauma, turmoil, and conflict. I, like Dawn, have lived there and loved that land. In this book you are given the opportunity to see it like it really is. You also see what, I believe, is the only way to cope here, the supernatural miraculous nature of G-d.

As you read Dawn’s inspiring words you will see how from a very young age the Lord was preparing Dawn to be in this place and do this work. Somehow I think this is just the beginning for Dawn, but spiritually this book will give you a chance to come here too.

The Rev’d Canon Andrew P B White, Vicar of Baghdad

President of the Foundation for Relief and Reconciliation on the Middle East

 

 

In a fast-paced world of opinions and sound bites it is always refreshing to read a book that matters. Dawn’s story is a story of courage, compassion, wide-eyed wonder and, most of all, faith. She has experienced horrors that none of us ever want to ever see, and wonders that we all hope could happen to us. Her’s is a story that will encourage you and prompt you to seize God’s call on your life. I encourage you to read it with joy!

Dr. Paul Wright

President of Jerusalem University College

Mt. Zion, Jerusalem, Israel

 

 

You can help my book get published by pre-purchasing a copy and/or making a contribution. Anonymous giving is available. I need $1,335 by March 31, 2012 to get the book published. It will be released in MAY!!!! HOORAY!

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The Evening an Orthodox Jewish Man Spat in My Face: an excerpt from my book

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Then we see a large synagogue situated on a corner – a jackpot of people in party-mode. I snap some 7-12 year old boys – and then one of them begins yelling at me furiously, “Nooooo!” Aw, man. “Shlee-ha” I concede, yet again.

What to do?

Ah! And then I see two very Western-looking men about my age standing against the synagogue wall encircled by several Orthodox men in satin and gold embossed robes. One of the hopefully-English-speaking (no one thus far has seemed to speak any English other than “no” and “camera”), has a sizeable camera dangling from his neck. Perhaps, he can better tell me what the protocol seems to be.

I approach the circle slowly. “Hey, how is the photo-taking going? Do you have an idea as to what’s appropriate and what’s not?”

I barely have the question out of my mouth when one of the Orthodox men, this one in a decadent gold robe,

spits in my face.

Very brazenly, disdainfully, irately, spits in my face.

And then he storms off, joined by the other Orthodox men.

I chuckle to the Westerners, “Okaaaaay,” while wiping the alcohol-infused saliva from my face. Westerner-with-camera, soon identified as a Canadian from Winnipeg, tells me he had difficulty taking pictures, but as long as he seems cautious while pointing-and-shooting, it has been okay. There is a pause as Westerner-without-camera (also from Winnipeg) stretches out his hand to wipe the spittle remnants from my cheek. “Thanks,” I smile. “That happened because you are a woman with a camera. Sorry, about that,” the fellow photographer explains. “Oh, I see. I wondered about that.” I assert. And we have the usual, “What are you doing in Jerusalem?” exchange and bid farewell to the scene of the crime /spit-shine.

We make our way out of Mea Shearim and back to the city center in time to catch the end of the monstrous block party taking place: crazy costumes, happy dancing, a stage, and about a thousand people celebrating. Here, I take endless photos, and no one bats an eye. In fact, people leap in front of my camera in hopes of becoming part of my Purim memories.

And they will be; but that man in gold, though I have no photo of him, he will be forever memorialized in my mental scrapbook of Purim. Lesson learned: if you really want to go down in history, spit in someone’s face – that is a surefire way to stand out in the crowd.

If a picture is worth a thousand words, a spray of saliva must be worth tens of thousands.

Take it from me. I can still feel the drippy, silent words resting on the apples of my cheeks. Gross. And really memorable.

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Micah 5 thoughts on the MIDDLE EAST

In the midst of the hubbub about Israel and Palestine, there is a melody – a melody of hope, peace, and purpose. Bethlehem was called by name as a city of promise in Micah 5. Bethlehem is now in the Palestinian Territories, a place I love wholeheartedly – a people beautiful and important. In Isaiah 9 it says the Lord’s government will be ever-increasing. I believe there is a plan for peace in the Middle East. In heaven in a file cabinet, there is a plan. And it is so full of love it would dumbfound even the most compassionate human being. Two years ago I was thinking about all this me-lee, this confusion and unrest. I was living in Bethlehem, surrounded by a thirty-foot concrete wall and checkpoints. And I was declaring Bethlehem’s true identity to be re-established. From those thoughts came the following song, sung on a balcony in the Bethlehem area. He WILL be their peace.

travel trailer – a short clip from my book

It has been a while since I posted an excerpt from my book because I haven’t worked on it since school began in September. I am now hopping back on track  – with 100 pages done, I probably have 200 more to go. Hopefully, it will be published by the year’s end. Of course, as I am learning, it is a book never before written so, I’m not sure how long it will be nor how long it will take to complete the first draft etc. We shall see. The Holy Spirit is my personal assistant and He is full of fire so, I’ve got that in my favor. hahahaha.

I was talking to a friend this week about the fact that many people don’t like travelling because they don’t know how to travel – that is to say, they don’t know how to adapt to new places, people, food, and culture easily and this stunts their ability to travel well. Yet, as people are awakened for God’s love for the nations, they will become more malleable to the twists and turns of travel. This is one more part of loving the nations into their greatness. In our conversation I reminisced about the 7 week backpacking trip I did after university.

Consider this a 5 minute trailer to the film that is my book. May it inspire you with Daddy’s love for the nations!

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Shortly after graduation I flew to Israel. A friend and I planned to backpack Europe for seven weeks. She was studying in Jerusalem, so I would meet her there and spend a week in Israel, then fly to Greece. Ironically, though I knew I was called to the Middle East, I never really considered Israel. Curiously, while I was there, all access to the West Bank/Palestinian Territories was sealed due to escalating conflict between Palestinians and Jews. Thus, I never set foot in Bethlehem or Jericho. I was scarcely around Arabs. Most of what I saw of Israel was the tourist sites, and the Jewish areas. I left having no sense for the Arab story in Israel. And therefore, I thought I wasn’t called to Israel.

After Israel we flew to Greece and then took a ferry to Italy. From there the Eurail trains carried us to Austria, Switzerland, Germany, Spain, France, the Netherlands, and Belgium. From Belgium, a ferry carried us to the white cliffs of Dover in England. We rented a car in London, and went on a weeklong road trip through Scotland. Once back in London, we spent a few days in the city and then whisked ourselves onto a plane and headed back to precious San Francisco, California.

As I walked the long white, sterile hallways of the San Francisco airport, laden with my huge purple backpacking backpack on my back and my golden Jansport backpack on my front, I could feel my life glowing. I did it. Thirteen countries and seven weeks later, I survived and flourished through changing languages, currencies, transportation systems, foods, and cultures. My thirsty eyes were quenched, at least, for a time. I had seen so much – not only in other people, but in myself. I carried about fifty pounds on my back through the hills of snowy Interlaken, Switzerland; the winding streets of Florence, Italy; the refined propriety of the French Riviera; and the tricky hostels of Amsterdam. And it all felt wonderful (well, there were a few miles here and there, when I exceedingly wanted to sit down and sleep, and definitely dream in English). It all felt like my own blood. It felt more inside me than outside me. It felt like I was travelling in myself – like I was doing part of what I was made for.

One moment in particular left me undone. We were in Cinque Terre, Italy – a seaside rim of five villages. Brady and I walked out on a very long pier in the village of Vernazza. We stood gazing out at the sea and then she went off to run an errand, leaving me alone and undistracted from the Holy Spirit, who had been cornering me all day. Pretty instantaneously I was weeping, my shoulders heaved and I felt my legs might buckle. I looked across the water and to the rough cliffs on each side and thought of everywhere that water reached – and beyond. I thought of the whole world being covered in the knowledge of the glory of God, like that sea, but everywhere. I envisioned nations, entire people groups worshiping Jesus. I pictured Muslim women throwing off their headscarves, Hindus clearing out their temple gods, Buddhists sitting up from their pursuit of nothingness and being full of life and passion. I imagined all of Italy knowing Jesus and rejoicing in the invitation to celebrate and adore Him. I was electrified. It was a Mt. Sinai moment, I had my burning bush moment years earlier in the shower, but here I was being refined by His Presence and Power. I felt I would be destroyed by the magnitude of love for God and the nations vibrating inside me. A trumpet was blasting. I heard God announce to the nations His Presence and power; and I was Moses, leading a great deliverance. It is hard to describe the fury or intensity of that moment. I felt like roaring. I felt like grabbing the city gates in Jerusalem and ripping them off their hinges. I felt like becoming invisible and running behind enemy lines on a battlefield. I felt like laughing in the face of “impossibility.” I felt like being fully me and letting God be fully God. When that happens, mountains shake.

On the morning of the third day there was thunder and lightning, with a thick cloud over the mountain, and a very loud trumpet blast. Everyone in the camp trembled. Then Moses led the people out of the camp to meet with God, and they stood at the foot of the mountain. Mount Sinai was covered with smoke, because the LORD descended on it in fire. The smoke billowed up from it like smoke from a furnace, the whole mountain trembled violently, and the sound of the trumpet grew louder and louder. Then Moses spoke and the voice of God answered him.

Exodus 19:16-19

The sound of the trumpet was growing louder and louder. I was speaking and God was answering me.

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I loved all the nations I set foot in that summer and  the people in them: the ferry employee off the coast of Patras, Greece who shook my friend’s feet to wake her up as we slept in the movie theatre on board- it was the middle of the night and no one was watching the movie, so people with cheap tickets, like us, took the opportunity to get some rest – much to the condescending frustration of the employee; the laidback guy at the Princess Diana Hostel in Monaco who relented and allowed us to leave our things at the hostel for a few hours even though we weren’t staying there; the bus driver in Paris who insisted the hospital was a short walk from the last stop, though it ended up being over a mile (which on my tendonitis-ridden foot made each step like putting my foot in a high-pressure vise); the man at the desk in the grimy hotel in Tiberias, Israel who quite obviously was taking advantage of our exhaustion; the drunken stumblers at Durty Nelly’s Inn in Amsterdam (where we opted not to stay); the aphorism-spouting, high, and barely clad man perpetually in the bathroom at the hostel we did stay at in Amsterdam; the construction worker in London who kindly recovered my car’s wheel cover for me after I scraped it off on a curb in my first hour of driving on the other side of the road (it took me almost three hours to get from the rental agency back to our hostel, normally a thirty minute drive); the Frenchman who insisted on consuming his bottle of red wine and his pasta alfredo in the hot, cramped sleeping car from Spain to France – steaming my pores and those of the two other men in the car with the scent of a garbage disposal at an Italian restaurant; the new friends we had South African sandwiches with in Edinburgh, Scotland (wow, that bread was amazing!); and, of course, every single gentle stranger along the way who patiently helped us with directions, or simply scooted out of the way on the overcrowded trains as we and our massive backpacks came conspicuously barreling through.

I really loved those people. I saw God in them. They were all so different, so happy or grumpy, so communicative or non-communicative. They fascinated me. And in that fascination grew a love to love. In my moments leaning against the wall of yet another train and staring out the window at yet another country, I was consumed with passion, with vision, with dreams. God and I would ignite these nations. We would open their eyes to see their beauty, purpose, and significance. We would smile patiently at the Austrian man trying to translate the shampoo bottle for us in a grocery store. We would laugh with the American non-couple couple in the pizza place in Brindisi, Italy. We would merrily tell stories with the old Greek man who bought us dinner alongside the Ionian Sea. God and I. We had such grand adventures – winks and secrets- seeing purpose and destiny in the lives of those gorgeous people.

It was merely a warm-up for a fiery partnership. God was the kid behind me in second grade kicking the back of my chair, and I was his high school sweetheart nine years later. We were a match made in heaven. And this was our senior class trip.

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"Nations will come to your light, and kings to the brightness of your dawn." (Isaiah 60:3)

Deaf Ears Opened: an oldie but a goodie

This story is from November 2008. It’s about 4 deaf people Andrea and I healed in Jerusalem. A friend of mine heard the testimony on a Bethel sermon podcast over a year ago and it wasn’t until after he met me last year and I told him the story, that he realized I was “that woman.” Funny. I’ve known some Bethel folks and leaders for years now so, it’s not surprising the story made its way into a sermon without my former ministry partner and I knowing. Anyhow, I don’t know which podcast, but I’m half of the two women in the story. haha.

I’m writing it now, today, because, well… I’m waiting on something from heaven, learning how to access what is already in my pantry, and I need to remind myself of God’s goodness. That’s how I fight tiredness. I meditate on testimonies. I slowly drink a glass of His luscious faithfulness. And that’s how I win. I always win. I’ve been a victor since the day I was born again. Every day since then I am more than a conqueror. It’s in my DNA.

And so, the story:

My ministry partner Andrea and I had just returned from Cyprus – where (though we didn’t know this at the time) we met her husband. haha. We went to renew our visas and to surprise one of our spiritual sons. We went by ferry. And we returned by ferry. And then we took the train from the port in Haifa to Jerusalem. Before heading back to Bethlehem, we took our luggage and our well-traveled selves across from the rail station to the food court of the mall.

We ate lunch. I think we both had Chinese food. We sat by the window on the blue plastic bench seats and thought over our time in Cyprus. We laughed. We mused. We wondered about Dilgesh, the man who had snagged Andrea’s heart. And we thanked God for an easy re-entry back into Israel. HALLELUJAH!

As we were preparing to leave I noticed a deaf man cleaning the area. “Hey, before we go I want to heal that deaf guy.  Do you wanna come with me?” “Yeah! Let’s do it!” she responded. We approached the man. Incredibly, he could read and write in ENGLISH!!!! We began to “talk.”

The man’s name was Avi. He was in his twenties. And Jewish. And he had a great sense of humor. He was fascinated by the idea of God healing him.

We prayed for his ears. They got hot. (Many people experience supernatural heat or electricity while they are being healed.) As I continued to pray they became hotter and Andrea told him more about us. haha.

THEN, Avi’s eyes engulfed his face. “Something opened up in the back of my head, near my neck!” he said. And he could hear. I don’t mean a little. I mean, HE COULD HEAR substantially better than before. Avi was astounded, laughing, and amazed! He said we should call “911” because he was so HOT! haha! He then clarified that with “in Jerusalem call 102” (knowing that in America we call “911” for emergencies, but in Israel the number for the fire department is “102”). hilarious.

At this point two of Avi’s friends, also deaf, have come over to the pandemonium. One is Arab, the other Jewish. They speak sign language to each other. Avi becomes the translator as they decide they also would like to be healed. YES!

We pray for one, he takes his hearing aids out and he can hear! Previously, he heard nothing without the hearing aids. AND without knowing what Avi felt, he reported the very same sensation, “my ears are hot and something in the back of my head is expanding or something.” He was in shock. And his hearing was continuing to improve!

The third man also got hot. His hearing grew strong. He had internal hearing aids so, he couldn’t remove them to test it out more, but HE COULD HEAR much much more and it was growing with every passing minute!

We all sat down at a small table: me, Andrea, Avi, and the two other men. They wanted to know more about this God who healed them. And so we told them stories growing up with our Dad. haha. We chatted for maybe 30 minutes and the fiancee of one of the men showed up to the laughing table of power. She was perplexed. She was partially deaf; and she could tell these three men could hear much much more than before. Her fiance cajoled her to receive prayer. She was scared and resisted the offer. We told her that was fine and continued to talk about God’s goodness. She got interested. She wanted some. She asked us to pray for her. And her hearing improved! It was hilarious! We were all laughing hysterically, already reminiscing about 30 minutes earlier when we were two American women with a peculiar offer for prayer.

Avi called a deaf friend and told him to come to the mall to get healed. They both had video cel phones. It was incredible to see them signing back and forth to each other through Avi’s screen!

His friend couldn’t come at the moment, so Andrea gave him her contact information so we could  arrange a time to meet him and heal him too. Avi began to create a list of other friends who he wanted healed.

All laughs, hearing aids in one man’s hands, sincere friendship in our hearts, and a thanksgiving banquet in our midst, Andrea and I headed on our way.

Four deaf people healed in the food court in Jerusalem! What a lovely way to wrap up a trip! God has a knack for gift wrap! And we got to be the wrapping for the gift of hearing for these sweet,  amazing pre-believers! What an honor!

God heals. It’s who He is.

Jesus heals deaf ears. We heal deaf ears. He’s in us. We’re in Him. Inseparable.

When you know what you have, you use it. When you know what’s in your pantry, you get it out.

You have authority. You have power. You have healing. You have the fullness of heaven.

You don’t need to go get it. If you have Jesus in you, it’s there.

Get it out. It’s easy. And people love having their deaf ears open. Imagine not being able to hear ALL YOUR LIFE and then waking up into a world of sound! Amazing! It must be sensational to feel more a part of the world than ever – able to communicate with most anyone! Healing shows people that God is real and He loves people. And it’s what you were made for – to be part of His redemptive story. You’ll feel better about your life when you are doing what you were made to do – give God pleasure, transform the world with love.

Imagine how sad your arms would be if they never hugged people. They wouldn’t be arms, really – I mean, not in the sense of their fullness. And they’d get really self-focused if they didn’t hug people. They’d overanalyze themselves, they’d complain, they’d feel purposeless. Lots of believers don’t give away what they have so, they get sad. We’re designed to freely receive and freely give.

You must let the kingdom overflow out of you or you will be stagnant. You are a river, not a lake.

You are full of life. The more life you give, the more life you receive.

Heal the sick, raise the dead, cleanse those who have leprosy, drive out demons.

Freely you have received, freely give.

(Matthew 10:8)

Yeehaw!

HOODALOLLY!

Huzzah!

bang bang bang!

Jesus heals!

God is GOOD! always! 100%! perpetually!

no matter what! God is a GOOD FATHER!

HE LOVES TO GIVE

GOOD GIFTS TO HIS KIDS!!!

VICTORY – something I’m wildly excited about!

I just got home from Rite Aid, ten minutes ago. As I was getting into my car in the parking lot I noticed an elderly man trying to get out of his car. He was struggling to lift himself out of the driver seat. “Excuse me, do you need help?” I asked. “Oh, no, I’m okay, just having a harder time than usual,” he answered. “Oh, do you have back trouble?” I asked. “No, it’s actually a neurological and muscular disease. It usually doesn’t bother me this much, but, you know, there are just times when I get stuck in a position.” “Mmmm… well I’ve seen people healed of diseases when I pray for them. I prayed for a woman with arthritis in her hands two days ago and the pain left her hands. If you want I can pray for you.” “Oh, well, if God wants to heal me, He’ll heal me.” he replied, “mmmm….. but if you want to, I guess anything might help.” At this point he was standing so I said, “okay, so can I pray for you now?” “Well, I’ve got to go inside and pick up my medication right now,” he said. “Could you wait just a minute so I can pray for you here?” I asked. “Um, yes, yes, okay.” “Can I touch your shoulder?” “Yes, sure.” And there we stood and he inserted, “You know there are people all over the world a lot worse off than me. You should pray for them more than me.” “Well, I’m happy to pray for anybody, but God is really really in love with you and He wants to heal you.” I explained. And then I commanded the pain and the disease to leave. He said he didn’t feel differently, but he was encouraged, “and well, you never know” he tacked on — causing my own mental images of him instantly healed in line in Rite Aid or in front of the tv tonight. haha. Then he thanked me intently, “What you just did is great. thank you.” And he smiled and went on his way.

I got in my car. I felt victorious. And I felt indignant.

Why did I feel indignant?

I felt indignant because of the man’s miscontrued beliefs. He said, “If God wants to heal me, He’ll heal me” and he said, “You know there are people all over the world a lot worse off than me. You should pray for them more than me.” I was upset with holy indignation. THIS SHOULD NOT BE. THIS VIEW IS WRONG WRONG WRONG. It’s a lie. And it doesn’t do Jesus any favors.

Jesus told US to “Heal the sick, raise the dead, cleanse those who have leprosy, drive out demons. Freely you have received, freely give.” That’s in Matthew 10:8. Many other times Jesus gave similar COMMANDS. Luke 9:1-2 reads, “When Jesus had called the Twelve together, he gave them power and authority to drive out all demons and to cure diseases, and he sent them out to preach the kingdom of God and to heal the sick.”

These are COMMANDS. NO WHERE does Jesus say to let depression fill your head and just wait for a sovereign healing from God. He gave us AUTHORITY to do what He did. This is part of what His death and resurrection PAID for. For us to ignore this command and keep this gift stuffed in our closets is horrible, lazy, and it’s just really really FAR from the abundant life Jesus bought for us.

God wants us living victoriously. Even the idea that “Oh, so many people are worse off than me so, I’ll just suffer through this disease/discouragement/injustice” is contrary to the power of the cross. WHAT?!? It doesn’t help anyone for you or anybody else to be less than what you are supposed to be. You believe you have a purpose and a destiny, yes? Well, wouldn’t you be better able to fulfill it and be joyful while fulfilling it if you were walking in health, joy, and abundance? And wouldn’t that reflect the beauty of God more?

And the idea that healing isn’t for today is a lie. And the idea that only certain believers are able to heal people is a lie too. Every single believer in Jesus already has the power to heal, but you know what… if you don’t pray for sick people, you won’t heal them. It’s pretty simple.

AND if you are praying, “Oh God, if it’s your will, please heal this person” prayers, that’s pretty half-hearted and probably hasn’t led to many astounding results. WHY? Because that’s not the model Jesus gave us. He commanded people to be healed. He said, “You are healed.” He just did it. He knew God wanted to heal every single person and he acted in line with that belief.

T.L. Osborne, who led a movement which sent over 30,000 missionaries and established over 150,000 churches around the world said,

“Never ask God to do what He has already said he has already done,

Never ask God to do what he has already told you to do.”

Some of you are reading this and thinking, “Well, yeah, but it’s not that easy.” Yeah, maybe it’s not that easy, at least at first, but is it easy to live under the grey clouds of powerlessness, struggle, and anxiety you are often stuck beneath? Moreover, it gets easier and easier. And as you expect it to be easy, it will be easy. Your faith really will move mountains.

Some of you are thinking, “Well, okay, but how do I get there? How do I get to this confidence you have, Dawn?” To that, I’ll say, “Well, yeah, I haven’t alway been this confident in the area of healing. It has been a journey, but it’s easier than you think. Mostly, it comes down to JUST DOING IT.” Stop talking about it, theologizing about it, and trying to understand how it works, and JUST DO IT. Just find someone and heal them. And then you think, “Well, what if the first person doesn’t get healed?” Firstly, EXPECT THEM TO. Secondly, so what if they aren’t? You might feel embarrassed or awkward for five minutes, but SO WHAT? Thirdly, if you pray for nine people and none of them get healed at that moment, but the tenth person does, HOORAY for the tenth person! They’ll be glad you didn’t stop at number nine. haha. You’ll be really encouraged when number ten is healed and you’ll realize the power of Jesus really really really is WITHIN you. “Oh my goodness! All the things Jesus said were TRUE! Healing is literally healing! It’s not a metaphor! And it’s not just an antiquated picture of spiritual and emotional healing! Jesus meant for us to PHYSICALLY HEAL PEOPLE!!!!! This is awesome!!!”

Okay, a bit more of my own journey. Starting when I was sixteen I usually spent at least an hour daily praying for the Middle East – God would show me specific people and places and I would declare the heart of God to those people. As I got closer and closer to God’s heart for people, I became overwhelmed with compassion. By the time I was twenty I would see people out and about town and I would know automatically what was going on in their lives and in their bodies. When I was twenty-one and living in Southern California, I told God, “You know, You are showing me all these things about people, I should be doing something about it. I should probably go up to them and pray for them. So, if you want me to go up to people, help me do that.” Hahahaha! That was one of those “you don’t know what you are getting yourself into” prayers. Immediately, I was approaching people. I remember one day I was in line somewhere and I knew a woman standing by the wall had stomach problems and some relational struggles. I went over to her and asked if those things were accurate. She began to cry. “Yes,” she said. I asked if I could pray for her and encouraged her that God is aware of her life and loves her very much. She was really touched. I actually don’t remember if I prayed for her there, but I do remember her name was Sandy. And I know she could feel the love of God in a fresh, powerful, accepting way.

Anyhow, that’s probably when approaching strangers for prayer began to be normative for me. I didn’t have any human example of that. I didn’t know anything about “words of knowledge” and I had never heard a teaching about praying for people in public places OR about healing people. I just talked to God a lot, felt His heart for people, and my love for Him provoked me to believe Him and act on that belief.

That grew, and then I got too emotionally involved in the troubles I was seeing in people. If they felt sad, I felt sad. If they were wounded, I felt their pain – not merely compassion, but I got bogged down by others’ negative emotions until I had little joy to give. I told God I felt like it was too much. And it stopped – for a couple years. I was horrified, and brokenheartedly repentant. “I’m sorry, God! I never want to shut down the Holy Spirit’s flow in my life! Help me! I want to love people as You love them!” I lacked the maturity to feel compassion and not sympathy, and unfortunately I stopped praying for strangers for a while.

Eventually, the insight and compassion returned. And I learned how to harness my emotions, to give strength to others, without getting pulled into their own gloom. It was glorious!

It was a few years ago, living in Bethlehem, Israel that I really constantly started stepping out and healing people. I approached people on the streets, those with crutches, the mute man who sells gum, people in wheelchairs, and people started bringing the sick to me or asking me to go pray for their loved ones. Many, many people were healed. And many of those I healed, went on to heal other people. And they are still healing people. It’s a revolution. In the midst of that I became familiar with Bethel Church in Redding, CA (where I am presently in ministry school). In 2006 a friend loaned me two books by Bill Johnson. Then I started listening to the free podcasts on line. During our first year in Israel two teams from Bethel did ministry in Israel. And we became friends with them.

They demonstrated to me that it was truly a movement- that God was raising up a global family to walk in the things Jesus walked in. I wasn’t alone. I had found my tribe. Since childhood I dreamed of a community of believers like that existing. In high school I read “Azusa Street” which is about the Azusa Street Revival in Los Angeles in the early 1900’s, and I was forever ruined. I would lay on my floor and weep, declaring and committing to God that I would be a part of a movement infinitely greater than that! I felt that if I did not see heaven on earth in power, if I did not see miracles become common, I would die. I craved revival: city-wide, state-wide, nation-wide, universe-wide REVIVAL. The world over fully alive and walking in the GLORY of God continuously – signs and wonders of all kinds. And so, in knowing the people from Bethel Church, I was immensely encouraged by them. And I was mightily blessed by the breakthrough they brought to Israel. We were seeing breakthrough, but to have teams come and really BLAZE for a week or two was absolutely INCREDIBLE!!!! It felt like the world’s largest gift. haha. In the years that followed, they came to Bethlehem as well and we saw the churches begin to understand more clearly that they too could heal – in fact, they were meant to! It was a time of deep sighing, no longer feeling like it was just a few of us revving up our engines and ramming holes in walls, but there was a momentum.  Transformation was happening.

Victory was becoming more palpable. And that’s one of the most enigmatic things about victory in Jesus – it’s always present, we just need to INCREASE OUR AWARENESS OF IT! Become mindful of how victorious you are, in every moment. Welcome Holy Spirit to show you victory, and you will see it more than you’ve ever imagined.

About a year and a half ago I stayed at a friend’s house in America. When I met her sister I felt like God said, “There’s something I want you to pray for her for before you leave.” Well, I forgot about that until about a week later when my friend said, “Hey, I feel like you should pray for my sister before you go.” “Oh my goodness! Yeah, I felt God prompt me to that when I met her, but I forgot. What’s wrong with your sister?” “Well, she and her husband have been trying to have kids for five years, but haven’t been able to and the doctors don’t know what the problem is.” “I’d love to pray for that! Let’s do it!” I exclaimed. She privately asked her sister if that would be okay and her sister agreed. Amazingly, even though this family follows Jesus, no one ever laid hands on her and prayed for her about this. People prayed, but never laid hands on her and commanded healing!!! In five years!!! Well, we laid hands on her and commanded healing.

Five weeks later she was pregnant!!!!!! The baby was born last December. And I was one of the first people they told about the pregnancy and the birth because they knew she was healed in that prayer time. hahahahahahahaha! Beautiful! Glorious!!!!!!!! And just like God!

Those are the things God wants to do, but He wants us to carry them out. That’s why Jesus had disciples. That’s why Jesus commissioned them and US  as recorded in the last verses of Mark,

He said to them, “Go into all the world and preach the good news to all creation. Whoever believes and is baptized will be saved, but whoever does not believe will be condemned. And these signs will accompany those who believe: In my name they will drive out demons; they will speak in new tongues; they will pick up snakes with their hands; and when they drink deadly poison, it will not hurt them at all; they will place their hands on sick people, and they will get well.”

After the Lord Jesus had spoken to them, he was taken up into heaven and he sat at the right hand of God. Then the disciples went out and preached everywhere, and the Lord worked with them and confirmed his word by the signs that accompanied it.

This is the joyful, wonderful, adventure God has put together for us!!!! It’s fantastic!

And another thing, some of you are thinking, “Well, what if I just don’t feel like it? what if I’m having a bad day?” Let me say two things, God likes it when we do things He wants us doing even when we don’t feel like it. That’s the discipline of rejoicing and having HEAVEN’S perspective and not earth’s. The more you line your thinking up with heaven, the more naturally you will think and live like heaven. ALSO, we are not supposed to be controlled by our emotions. I stopped believing in “bad days” about two years ago and I haven’t had a bad day since then. hahaHA! I expect every day to be awesome. I am going from strength to strength and glory to glory, every single day. Every day is better than the one before, because His glory is expanding in my life. Paul said, But we all, with open face beholding as in a glass the glory of the Lord, are changed into the same image from glory to glory, even as by the Spirit of the Lord.” (II Corinthians 3:18)

That’s a promise. That’s the set-up: increasing in glory, in joy, in strength, in victory, and in abundance in every single area of our lives. That said, the kingdom of God works on faith. If you have faith for increasingly glory, you’ll see it. If you have faith for sorrow-to-sorrow, you’ll probably see that. God wants us to get rid of our mediocre expectations and expect GREAT things!

Your family, your neighborhood, etc are waiting for you to really truly KNOW who you are and act like the powerful son or daughter of God you are!!!! Besides, imagine how much happier you will be when you are living in fullness of freedom, authority, and joy daily! You’ll be more fully you! You’ll sleep better, love better, dream better, serve better, and LIVE better.

Yesterday, my housemate and I went next door to invite our neighbors to a bbq and we ended up praying for our neighbor who was told she has cancer. She was really blessed and encouraged by our faith and joy. And I believe she is being healed. In fact, she said she gets mad at the doctors’ prognosis, because she says, “No man is going to tell me to expect bad things. Only God has the say in how I feel about my life!” Wow! I thought, “The church could sure use some of that positive outlook fire!!!”

hahahahaha. What if you expect every single thing in your life to go well? What if you expect it, not only to go well, but to go amazingly well? What if you take your biggest dreams and then move them into the size of impossibility? Then you’ll really need God to accomplish the dreams! haha! I encourage you to smash every box of expectation in your life, dream bigger than you’ve ever dreamed! You want to lead your neighborhood in worshiping Jesus? Well, how about believing for leading your whole CITY in worshiping Jesus? You want your friend’s baby delivery to go well? How about believing and declaring it will be pain-free? (It’s possible! And I’ve heard several stories!) You want a job that gives you x amount of money annually? How about declaring the release of a job that gives you twice that? haha! You want to see one person healed by your hands in your lifetime? How about expecting to heal one person every week? You want 6 hours of good sleep every night? How about expecting 8? You want your allergies to be less severe? How about commanding them to FULLY leave?

How about it? How about instead of the occasional victory, daily victory? Constant victory?

How about believing you are worth God lavishing blessing on and through?

How about grabbing a hold of the authority Jesus gave you and transforming your community?

How about living a life more GLORIOUS, JOYFUL, JESUS-FULL, and FUN than you’ve ever imagined?

HOW ABOUT IT?

hahahaha! Such beautiful mischief we get to make with God when we stir things up and bring victory to our lives and the lives of those around us continuously! It’s so much fun!

Oh, one last thing, there was a time in my life when I was struggling with gloom, so I wrote “fear” “anxiety” and “death” on three separate pieces of white paper. Every day for a month I cranked up worship music and danced and stomped on those stupid words. So much breakthrough and freedom came as a result. I was confidently proclaiming, “I WILL NOT LET THE ENEMY TELL ME WHAT TO DO!! NO WAY! NO HOW!!! NO SIREEEEE!!!! NEVER!!!!” Feel free to the same. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

If you’d like some teaching on the authority you have in Jesus, I recommend this series by Andrew Wommack:

http://www.awmi.net/extra/audio/1017

If you’d like an INCREDIBLE teaching called “Overcoming Negativity Through Rest” by Graham Cooke, you can find it here:

http://www.brilliantbookhouse.com/product_info.php?products_id=41

If you’d like some sound bytes of encouragement, I recommend these messages mixes by Bethel Church’s youth movement, Jesus Culture:

Especially “Invitation to Victory”  It will stick some dynamite in ya!

http://www.jesusculture.com/m/message-mix

Yippee-ky-ay-AAAAA!

He’s better than you think!

Yeehaw!

Jesus is alive and well!

And so are YOU!

love explosions (contents will explode under pressure)

I might as well face it, I’m addicted to LOVE.

Jeremiah 20:9 exposes Jeremiah’s own addiction,

But if I say, “I will not mention him
or speak any more in his name,”
his word is in my heart like a burning fire,
shut up in my bones,
I am weary of holding it in;
indeed, I cannot
.”

He could not hold in the love that God ignited within him. He was a man perpetually on the brink of a love explosion. And I am a woman lost in love. The boat of my control has capsized in the ocean of His goodness, no longer just on the waters of love, I’m swimming in it.

Over a month ago I went with my Arabic teacher’s sister (Sameera) to a hospital in Jerusalem to accompany her on her daily radiation treatment. She has cancer in her cheek. In the shuttle from Bethlehem to Jerusalem, we were chatting and I asked her if she had any pain. “Yes, I have pain in my cheek now. It comes and goes, but now it hurts a lot.” I told her a story of praying for someone who then got healed and added, “God wants to heal you. Could I pray for you?” “Yes.”

I prayed. All the pain left her cheek. I yelped a “woohooo!” there in the back of the shuttle. Heads turned. I smiled and laughed! JESUS IS BEAUTIFUL! Sameera was thrilled!

And when we arrived at the hospital I found myself in the cancer ward surrounded by people with cancer. haha! It was a Holy Spirit stake-out. God knows I can not resist a room full of terminally ill people. I get overcome with love and I am compelled to pray for them. So, I said, “Holy Spirit, send me a translator.” Instantly a woman walked into the room and sat in the empty seat next to me (despite the presence of several other empty seats). She spoke English fluently.

The Holy Spirit told me to ask her what her name (Wael’a) means. “The Courageous One,” she answered. haha! Wow! Perrrrrfect! So, we talked for ten minutes or so and I told her about the pain leaving Sameera’s cheek in the shuttle, Wael’a immediately said, “will you pray for me?” “Yes, of course.” She didn’t have present pain, but I did pray and she felt God moving. Then I told her I wanted to ask all the people in the room if they want prayer, would she translate for me? “Oh no. I can’t. no, no, I’m too afraid” she replied. “But your name means “the courageous one” I reminded her. “Yes, but no, these women are Muslim, they don’t want prayer.” “You would be surprised. I’ve prayed for a lot of Muslim women and many of them have been healed.” “No, no, I’m sorry. I can’t,” she stated. “Okay, that’s fine. I’ll do it on my own” and with that I turned to the two women on the bench to my left and said, “excuse me, I’m Dawn, and I came with Sameera. I prayed for Sameera in the van and the pain left her cheek. Do you want me to pray for you?” “Yes, YES!” they answered in unison. So, I moved seats to be near them and Wael’a burst out, “okay! I will translate for you!” haha! I prayed for both women individually and the second one, afflicted with cancer in her throat, felt fire on her throat, the pain left, and she began to cry as she was overcome with God’s presence. AMAZING!                                    HALLELUJAH!

Then I moved back to my original seat and asked Wael’a if she would translate for everyone else in the room. “No, no, I can’t,” she said. Then suddenly, she did. She leaned over and said, “she wants to know if any of you want her to pray for you.” I laughed, “please tell them about Sameera’s cheek becoming painless and this other woman’s pain leaving her throat.” So, Wael’a did. One woman’s arm shot up, “pray for me!” she exclaimed. I switched seats and prayed for the woman and then she and the man next to her asked questions about Jesus. It was gorgeous!

A woman in her seventies walked in with heavy countenance and her eyes appeared on the brink of utter despair. The Holy Spirit gave me a picture: I was kneeling on the floor simply holding the woman’s hands silently. I obeyed and knelt at the woman’s feet and took her hands in mine without words. She began to weep. Minutes passed. I asked her name and told her mine. I told her about Sameera and the other woman’s pain leaving and asked if I could pray for her. She said yes. I prayed. The Holy Spirit clothed us in weighty, golden presence. In time, family members came to say they should get going; and then the woman’s son appeared and I found out he is a doctor in the hospital! He was touched to see me praying for his mom. “Take as long as you want with my mom. We don’t need to hurry. Thank you.” he said. The family is from Gaza. And so, I sat for a while, even when another family member came over and began to pray a Muslim prayer over the woman’s head (which made me say, “Holy Spirit, it’s on!”) Eventually, I finished praying, the woman showed me her scar from her breast cancer surgery, and she got up to leave with her family overflowing with gratitude and verbal thanks.

It was just in time to go into Sameera’s appointment with her. Her treatment was quick.

Thereafter, we visited Sameera’s friend in the hospital (they were also from Gaza). And later took the shuttle back to Bethlehem.

Healing happened in those women that day. I don’t know what or how much, but I know the Son of righteousness has healing in his wings. And all of those people in that room had a GOD encounter and a love encounter. And they were changed by it.

And I know it was A GOOD DAY. And God is always in a GOOD MOOD. And He always wants to heal.

Be blessed today. Step out in boldness – even if you’ve never done such a thing before. God will respond. He will honor your faith and love. And He will heal people through your hands. And heaven will come to earth. Yaaaaaay! May Jesus get His full reward! Everything He paid for!

Have fun! It’s fun to be a laid down lover of Jesus! The most fun!