When I first heard about the Momentum weekend happening at High Kirk I made sure to mark the date in my diary and made a mental note to get a babysitter. I was really excited about this weekend and it did not disappoint. The worship was incredible and Paul and Becky Harcourt both shared biblical truths that spoke to my heart. I left both the morning and afternoon sessions hungry to experience more of God’s presence and a realisation that I needed to raise my expectations of what He is actually able and willing to do in His supernatural, miraculous and Holy way. Paul spoke on Matthew 14 v 22 when Jesus walked on water. I was struck by the disciples fear and their subsequent misattribution as to who Jesus was in that moment when they experienced Him walking on the lake …they were terrified. “It’s a ghost they cried out in fear.” I have read and heard this passage countless times since childhood but for the first time I realised I was like the disciples; although I believed God was capable of performing miracles in other people’s live’s I secretly believed in my heart that I wouldn’t ever experience something so radical and… seeing is believing!
Two days prior to the Momentum Saturday I woke to find an old injury sustained almost two years before (I tripped over my dog playing football and sustained a major grade tear of a ligament- a tale for another time) had somehow just come back overnight. This injury made me unable to fully extend my left arm and made simple tasks such as holding my two daughter’s hands to cross the road impossible not to mention painful. It took months to heal and various trips to see a consultant and physios to fix it. My arm throbbed from Thursday to Saturday and I couldn’t extend it. I remember sitting down in our pew that Saturday night and saying to my husband “my arm is throbbing.” At the end of the service on Saturday evening Paul asked for people to come forward to receive prayer for healing. I felt a real conflict between my heart and head but decided to stay in my seat and pray quietly for myself; the Lord had other ideas though. I was sandwiched between Stephanie Houston and Ryan, my husband who said to Steph “she’s got a dodgy arm.” They both placed a hand on me and I began to feel a tingling sensation in my fingers. “It’s just nerves and this is going to be so awkward when I still can’t extend my arm” I thought to myself. But after a moment I realised the throbbing was starting to ease. Ryan and Steph both finished praying and I reluctantly and slowly extended my left arm. I was in shock. “I can straighten it” I said to both of them continuing to bend my arm in and out. I had just experienced healing. Jesus had just let me experience a deeper understanding of who He is. I raised my left hand in praise that evening simultaneously shocked and excited. Four weeks on, having had time to process it all, I am still in awe of God’s goodness and my heart is much more aware of my need to be still and to listen and respond to the things and people He has put in my path to bring glory to His name.
Ephesians 3v 20-21, a well known verse to me feels so much more personal now.
“Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, 21 to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen”
