When I was a child, my parents always brought everything to God in prayer and supplication, as a son and daughter of the most high King. I had a growth spurt, as most kids do. I was born with a very large big toe, making my feet wide and required special Buster Brown shoes. They made them wide and sturdy. My parents prayed for the funds to afford them. The next day, my dad went to his job at the Stardust Hotel and Casino as head bartender of the race and sports book. A tall black man, wearing a pristine white suit, stood at his bar and ordered a beer. My dad served him with his big smile, and placed the beer on a napkin. The man smiled and said thank you, putting a hundred dollar bill on the bar. My dad turned to enter the approximately two dollar beer into the cash register. When he turned back seconds later with his change, the man vanished. Not only could my dad afford my shoes, he had an encounter with what he thought was an angel! He placed a napkin over the beer to hold it for him, but knew he was gone.

A few days ago, my friend and brother in Christ had a Word for me to buy running shoes. I am currently bedridden, but believe Jesus healed me on the cross. He will keep His promise to manifest my healing when it will most glorify Him. I bought the shoes right away! I declared I would wear them as an act of faith and worship. Then my friend, Audrey Fukao texted me that she and her husband, Kevin wanted to bless me and pay for my new sneakers. I was so blessed and grateful.

Last night, I had a dream that I was in a city with bright white buildings. It looked somewhat like India. My baby sister, Sharon was with me. I had to use the bathroom, and for some reason, had to walk across the whole city to get there. When we got there, it was a tiny two story house with two beautiful little old black women. They had bright smiles and were baking something that smelled delicious. I used the bathroom and left, walking back across the city. I realized I had left my phone in the bathroom. When I looked at the skyline, I wasn’t even annoyed that I had to walk all the way back. I parted from my sister, and made the trek back, praying the whole way there. I searched the entire bathroom to no avail. I spoke to one of the women, and she offered me what she was baking and a cup of tea. But I just thanked her and told her I had to find my sister. I walked down the flight of stairs, all of a sudden aware of two bags of groceries. In the bags were three eighteen packs of eggs, but each carton only had a few eggs each, all broken. I stacked the cartons into one bag, carefully collecting the shells into a pile on their porch. Seconds prior, I heard my phone ping in my purse. I called my sister right away and arranged to meet. I had left her going with a crowd of people into a museum.

What I got out of this dream is confirmation that my healing is coming. That I’m ready to walk the city, praying as I go.

2 Corinthians 5:7 says, “for we walk by faith, not by sight.”

Proverbs 3:5-6 says,

“Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make straight your paths.”

Deuteronomy 5:33 says,

“You shall walk in all the way that the Lord your God has commanded you, that you may live, and that it may go well with you, and that you may live long in the land that you shall possess.”

Shoe my feet, Lord, with the gospel of Peace. I thank you for positioning my heart for this miracle, Lord. Amen.