She is loved beyond words... Missed without Measure

Sometimes as Christians we wonder why God chooses to heal one on this earth and not the other. For there are many in this room today who have faith greater than a mustard seed and loved this Belle-bird, my niece immensely and in unity.

I believe God the Father was going to heal my beloved niece in this world. I had believed this for many decades & then God changed His mind. Not because of anything we had done. Yet because of the ways of the world. The world has been plying its trade for way too long and is no longer good enough for God’s children, His family. The Heavenly Father chose to heal her in His kingdom. I received this message twelve to eighteen months ago that her healing would be activated there. I saw in a vision Miss Belle-bird in her full beauty in shalom, long elegant body in a standing pose on the meadow of a hill with her long brown tousles of hair dancing, caught in the gentle breeze. So long ago, I now do not recall if that was a bird she had resting on her bent arm that had caught her focus or was it the movement of a dance on that hill in a soft light lemony yellow dress as the wind caught her up in the softness of the moment, moving freely & without the constraints of this world.

My favourite memory of this young woman is off her waddling around the backyard of her Grandparents home at Blackstone, lagging just a little behind her cousins and uncle of close range proximity, as they ran freely in laughter and fun chasing each other in their little posse; her in blue toddler toweling training pants, bare feet, short bob hairstyle & her bird like shining smile. Occasionally I would run behind her and lift her off her feet and place her in the middle of that small group. Most times though there was no need, they all looked after each other, including the straggler. There was the odd call, “Come on you!” from one of them, as they called her by name.

The other moment was standing at a supermarket checkout with her in my arms as I dangled a blue packet freddo frog before her. She held it. She looked at it & gave it a bit of a feel and handed it back to me. I laughed as at this time of her life she had not discovered the delight of chocolate that as a toddler she had been banned from consuming. Who gave this smiling one her first taste I do not know yet I heard one family member say her ears prick up when someone says chocolate.

My saddest memory is during a hospital visit she shared she was having her ligaments and muscles cut to lengthen them. It shocked me to know that her suffering of Muscular Dystrophy disease required such an action to prevent restrictions of stretching one’s limbs out.  This may have only been a once off operation I am not sure, yet time and time again she soldiered on in her treatment & hospital stays. 

I had started a year or two ago writing to my niece monthly, usually adding a tidbit about her dad. I stopped about 6 months ago and then remembered in the past two months that I had stopped. In this fortnight holiday leave from work I was going to restart. With the tidbits again. Too late! Too late! I hear and question why I stopped.

I work in an environment that robs one of their clarity of thinking and action. This is one of the ways of the world that the Heavenly Father is not pleased with: a reason why it is necessary to stay connected to the body of Jesus Christ through prayer, study of God’s holy breathed inspired word and in community of gathering together to help maintain our clarity of thought and action.

I want you to know it is never too late, there are circumstances not within our control that blocks one from doing what we could or saying what we should. God has a plan in the suffering. In Belle-bird’s circumstances and at perhaps at requests of her Nanna (in heaven watching what is going on below) to God the Father that this young woman was better off with God in His kingdom as she will have more fullness of freedom in her true home. That is not too say Ms Belle-bird’s passing did come as a shock to the many.

I had a dream in the sleeping hours of Wednesday night/Thursday morning long before I knew of Belle-bird’s passing. The dream went, an old family friend who has passed on in the last few months had restructured and tided my flower beds and back seating area. There was no reason to dream of this person or such an action. All that I could think of after hearing of Belle-bird’s passing was that it was a message from heaven, that God had indeed prepared a place for her in His garden for in my father’s house there are many rooms.

That is not all; on the evening before the morning of her passing (maybe sometime between 9 and 10pm if not later) I had not long finished my evening prayers as I sat up in my bed, propped on a pillow.  I was tired and had been drifting in and out of sleep during this short pray session when I hear the words, “will you pray for Belle-bird?” Tiredness, an attitude of ‘I am done for today’ I’ve got nothing left, thoughts she has been in my prayers on & off all week and the past month that I didn’t believe a delay would be an issue. I replied, ”I will pray for her in my early morning’s prayers.” I left it at that, the voice said no more.

I did not know she was in hospital, I thought she was safe at home. If I had known I would have squeezed whatever energy I had left that evening and forced even another one minute of prayer. For targeted words in prayer can nail and overcome any problem. For decades, my first-born niece and I would up our prayers targeted at this one’s wellbeing as soon as we heard Belle-bird was in hospital. Hospitals are spiritual war zones and more prayer protection is needed for the one in the fight for life. We had heard nothing, there was no social media posts to share she was an in-patient.

The quiet spoken voice that was in my room said nothing except asked “will you pray for Belle-bird?” it did not share she was in need; it did not say I would like you to pray now. It did not say please pray now, don’t leave it till tomorrow. She is in need tonight.

I do not know who that voice belonged to, and I did not hear the owner enter my room, and I did not ask.

What would have been the outcome if I prayed on request instead of delaying, I do not know?

Is this an example of obey God, don’t ask why, just do? Trust and Obey. You don’t need to know the situation at hand but you will see the outcome if you do as I ask.

What I do know is, we are all in a spiritual battle and targeted as members of the family of Jesus Christ. It is necessary to let other family members know when one is in difficulty of any form including when one is an in-patient in a hospital. Extra prayer cover is required to strengthen and empower the one in need during a battle for life. Reread the story in Book of Daniel chapter ten where the Prince of Persia was elongating a battle with a messenger sent to give Daniel a message. Michael one of the chief princes came to help the messenger succeed in the task of getting the message through.

Ms Belle-bird’s other grandmother on her mother’s side went into hospital once and I got word of it, prayers went up and in no-time this grandmother was back home. One extra body helps to overcome in the battles that this world throws at us.

I had intentions of dropping a video to Ms B in late July, ‘The Book Thief‘ a beautiful story told in the eyes of a young girl about a village of people who overcame the odds in life. I guess there is no need now as she will more than likely meet this person personally for heaven is a place where all God’s children shine and grow and unite, where our loved ones who go before us wait till we are all reunited as a whole village once again.

Have you ever notices how Christian rarely say dead or died when speaking of a loved one? That’s because we don’t die our soul the essence of who we are heads back to the home we originated from. Our fleshly body returns to the dust, from dust we came, to dust it returns, our spirit returns to its owner too, for Christians are gifted the Holy Spirit that leads to all truth, and so it returns to God the creator of all. Our soul heads home for that big party in the sky where all heaven rejoices when another has made it home.

If you want to join the celebration, when your time comes then ensure you find and accept Jesus Christ before it is too late.

I give thanks and praise to God the Father for the devotions of my beautiful niece and a life shared in Jesus Christ and filled with the Holy Spirit.

(Many will have difficulties in accepting what I am about to share. I say this for I question and acknowledge the many ways of the world and the harm and assaults targeted at children, the constraints of this world that restricts and debilitates the many.)

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