Thursday, July 4, 2019

CLUSTER HEADACHES

by Danna Shirley

            Cluster headaches are nicknamed suicide headaches because they lead so many of their sufferers to desire that end. Wikipedia describes them this way:
Cluster headache (CH) is a neurological disorder characterized by recurrent, severe headaches on one side of the head, typically around the eye. There are often accompanying autonomic symptoms during the headache such as eye watering, nasal congestion and swelling around the eye, typically confined to the side of the head with the pain. 
Cluster headache is named after the demonstrated grouping of headache attacks occurring together (cluster). Individuals typically experience repeated attacks of excruciatingly severe unilateral headache pain. Cluster headache attacks often occur periodically. The cause has not been identified.
While there is no known cure, cluster headaches can sometimes be prevented and acute attacks treated. Recommended treatments include oxygen or a fast-acting triptan. Primary recommended prevention is verapamil. Steroids may be used as a transitional treatment and may prevent attack recurrence until preventative treatments take effect. The condition affects approximately 0.2% of the general population, and men are more commonly affected.
Migraines and cluster headaches differ in the following ways:
Migraines: nausea, sensitivity to light, and vomiting; preceded by an “aura” or visual disturbance; i.e. flashing lights, zigzag lines, or a temporary loss of vision.
Cluster: generally on one side of the head, watery eyes, runny nose; come on suddenly; last for shorter period of time but they cluster for a few weeks to three months.  

Now, after that simple definition (ha, ha), I will tell you the story of the three men in my family who suffered with these suicidal headaches. I thank God they were healed before they succumbed.

David Kline Shirley (headaches began in 1972 at age 51):
            I married into the Shirley family when my father-in-law was 47. Daddy Kline worked in the Property Department of the Montgomery (AL) Police Department. He continued to work after these debilitating headaches began but it was soon apparent that sleepless nights and excruciating pain didn’t allow for a good work ethic the next day.
            Eventually, he just stayed home and sat at the kitchen table with coffee and cigarettes and nursed his head the best way he knew how. We later learned caffeine would make the headache worse and nicotine would help by opening the blood vessels and taking off the pressure. I remember watching him hold his head with a wet washcloth and wiping the continual dripping from his eye.
Since my husband had already been suffering with these headaches for four years himself, we knew what was involved. I’m sure it was horrific for my mother-in-law, though, for she was there through the headaches, as well as the doctor visits, the medication attempts, applying for disability, etc.
His headaches finally ceased in his mid-sixties.

Ronald Kline Shirley (headaches began in 1968 at age 21):
            My husband’s headaches began on his third deployment to Viet Nam when he was in the Navy. We were engaged at the time and he wrote me about his “headaches” but I didn’t have a clue of their intensity. My own mother suffered with migraines and I knew what those were like. We married within two days of his return but by then this episode of headaches had ceased.
            My first experience as the spouse of a sufferer took place in Oxford, MS when Ron was attending Ole Miss (1970). I believe he had two cluster series during that four-year period. The pain was so excruciating that we would make a trip to the ER, always trying to convince the doctor to give him something strong enough to knock him (or the pain) out. He would say this is so strong you may not get him in the house before he collapses. Two hours later we were back at the ER for another shot. The doctor just couldn’t believe that his dose of pain shot wouldn’t do the trick. We went through duo trips to the ER so many times it was ridiculous—and sad that Ron had to suffer so.
            The second series of headaches came after our daughter, Kristen, was born. Then it was pack up both her and her daddy to go to the ER for a shot. Eventually, the doctors consented to give Ron enough comfort for only one trip to the ER per night. Hallelujah! 
            Another cluster series happened while in the Philippines (1977). The Navy decided they should do something about this disability so they sent Ron to the hospital at Clark AFB, fifty miles away from where we were stationed. I was pregnant with our second child at the time so naturally went into labor while he was gone. By the time he got to me, Russ was already born and Ron was admitted to the hospital in Subic Bay. At this point, the Navy sent us all stateside to “get to the bottom of this.” The result was a medical separation from the Navy . . . a short-circuit to the career he loved.
In May 1980, when I was pregnant with our third child, Aaron, we walked the aisle together and accepted Jesus Christ as our Lord and Savior.
In 1981 Ron experienced his last cluster series while working at the shipyard in Pascagoula. We were new residents to the Gulf Coast. I found an Assembly of God church in Biloxi, MS. The associate pastor and his wife, Don and Lee Ann, visited one afternoon when Ron was at work. She asked if there was anything they could pray with me about and I described Ron’s cluster headaches.             
That next Sunday I was sitting in the third row from the stage when Lee Ann stopped the whole service and explained Ron’s headaches to the congregation. Then she asked Pastor Broadus to pray for Ron and everyone joined him. (This was quite a large church and I'd never seen them stop the service to pray for someone.)
That night Ron had the worse headache he’d had in a very long time. He told me, “Please don’t pray for me anymore!”
The next night he didn’t have a headache—unheard of when experiencing a cluster. The next night he didn’t have a headache, and the next, and the next. I asked him every morning, “So you didn’t have a headache . . . huh?”
He would never give God the credit or the glory for his headache relief and thought, Wait and see if they start up again. Finally, after about two weeks of no headaches, they were gone forever. Thank You, Lord!

Aaron Matthew Shirley (headaches began at age 11):
            My son’s headaches began in 1991 when we lived in Vancleave, MS. Vomiting from the pain would finally give him some relief. After that I would read healing scriptures to him and would pray after each one, applying it to him personally. This helped him fall asleep. I still have these scriptures in my Bible:

Psalm 6:2           
... O Lord, heal [Aaron], for [his] bones are troubled.

Psalm 41:2-3      
The Lord will preserve [Aaron] and keep him alive, the Lord will strengthen him on his bed of illness; You will sustain him on his sickbed.

Psalm 103:2-3    
Bless the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all His benefits: Who forgives all your iniquities, Who heals all [Aaron’s] diseases…

Isaiah 53:4-5      
Surely, He has borne our griefs and carried our sorrows; yet we esteemed Him stricken, smitten by God, and afflicted. But He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our iniquities; the chastisement for our peace was upon Him, and by His stripes [Aaron is] healed.

Malachi 4:2        
But to [Aaron] who fear[s] My name the Sun of Righteousness shall arise with healing in His wings…

Matthew 18:19   
“Again I say to you that if two of you agree on earth concerning anything that they ask, it will be done for [Aaron] by My Father in heaven.

Luke 9:1-2          
Then He called His twelve disciples together and gave them power and authority over all demons, and to cure diseases. He sent them to preach the kingdom of God and to heal [Aaron] the sick.

John 15:7            
If [Aaron] abide in Me, and My words abide in [Aaron], you will ask what you desire, and it shall be done for [Aaron].

Acts 3:16            
And His name, through faith in His name, has made [Aaron] strong, whom you see and know. Yes, the faith which comes through Him has given [Aaron] this perfect soundness in the presence of you all.

1 Cor 12:28-31   
And God has appointed these in the church: first apostles, second prophets, third teachers, after that miracles, then gifts of healings [for Aaron]

2 Cor 5:21          
For He made Him who knew no sin to be sin for us, that [Aaron] might become the righteousness of God in Him.

Gal 3:13             
Christ has redeemed [Aaron] from the curse of the law, having become a curse for us for it is written, “Cursed is everyone who hangs on a tree.”

Heb 10:36          
For you have need of endurance, so that after you have done the will of God, [Aaron] may receive the promise...

Heb 13:8            
Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today, and forever.

James 4:7           
Therefore [Aaron] submit to God. Resist the devil and he will flee from you.

James 5:13-16    
Is anyone among you suffering? Let him pray…Is anyone among you sick? Let him call for the elders of the church, and let them pray over [Aaron], anointing him with oil in the name of the Lord. And the prayer of faith will save the sick, and the Lord will raise [Aaron] up. And if he has committed sins, he will be forgiven. Confess your trespasses to one another, and pray for one another, that [Aaron] may be healed. The effective, fervent prayer of a righteous man avails much.

1 Peter 2:24       
...who Himself bore our sins in His own body on the tree, that we, having died to sins, might live for righteousness—by whose stripes [Aaron is] healed. 

            We moved to Japan in May 1992 when my husband was selected to work on a Navy contract through his company. On one of Aaron’s overnights at a friend’s house he had another debilitating headache. The poor mother called me the next day frantic about what she should have done. That was Aaron’s last cluster headache. He was twelve.
My two older children, Kristen and Russell, never developed these headaches. We learned the earlier one develops cluster headaches the sooner they will dissipate. Thank you, Lord, for Your mercy and healing virtue over my husband and my son.

I’ve heard it said that only the intelligent suffer with headaches—
I’m so glad I’m ignorant. 😊

Thursday, June 6, 2019

Letter to the Editor ~ Commercial Appeal ~ Memphis, TN

by Danna Shirley (2/13/2019)

Dear Friend,                                                                                                                 
            I am so concerned about the way our country is being divided between the “left” and the “right,” between “pro-abortion” and “pro-life,” between “democracy” and “socialism,” between “fake/false/commentary/spin” and “truth and accurate reporting.” Are we headed for another civil war b/c of the incivility being spouted and our own leaders digging in their heels, not giving an inch toward compromise just so they can proclaim themselves the “winner”…and all the while our country is the one losing. We shouldn’t play this game of party over the people. WE are the people!  

             When Roe v. Wade became the law of the land in 1973, I was already married and had my first child. It seemed the decision didn’t affect me and never would so I had no thoughts on the subject one way or the other. My husband and I pretty much lived our lives w/o the nightly news interfering with our day-to-day activities—rise, work, home, dinner, television, bed…repeat!

            Then I became a Christian in 1980 and my heart changed…as only God and the Holy Spirit can do. When you become a new creation in Christ Jesus, everything you thought and did before is now topsy-turvy and He begins to change you from the inside out. My speech moved from what I wanted, to what God wanted…and God is pro-life. My eyes were opened and I could no longer wade through my day “clueless” because God's conviction shows us what is right and wrong and what He expects us to do about it.

            Now 43 years later, after we’ve killed two generations of children, we can look in the womb and see a 3D picture of the baby; he is not a blob of tissue, his heart is beating, he feels pain, and he sucks his thumb. And 43 years ago, it wasn’t known how an abortion can affect a mother's state of mind and future pregnancies or carrying a baby to term. 

            I read on the web recently that in 2018, the American population was the lowest it’s been in 80 years. The Census Bureau projects that in 16 years there will be more Americans over 65 than under 18. Without children, our future is in danger. No wonder Social Security is in jeopardy; we don’t have enough wage-earners putting into the system…because we’re killing them. Are we killing the person who will discover the cure for cancer, or the next Billy Graham, or the person doing research who may eliminate some of the world’s woes? Pro-choice people spout “the life of the mother” but women are using abortion as birth control or convenience AND they're killing the future population of women as well. 

            Now we’re seeing bills being signed allowing abortion up to the moment of birth (and people are celebrating)…letting the child lie there while the mother and doctor make a decision about killing it. Why would a mother carry a child for nine months and then decide to abort it? What kind of society have we become? God must be grieving over these babies just like we are. He loves us even more than we love our own children b/c He sent His Son to die on a cross for our sins; could you or I have been willing to do the same?

            The left has gone so far left, they’re about to fall into the ocean. Would you have believed the United States could ever consider socialism? I grew up as a proud, patriotic American who stands for the saying of the pledge and the singing of our National Anthem. Our college kids have no idea about life yet, but they are being brainwashed by professors who marched and protested forty years ago. They need to read a history book...or two, or three.

            Socialism: A Socialist country is a country where the government or the public as a whole has control over the economy. In a socialist country, the producing and dispersing of goods is owned by the government. Socialism is placed in between capitalism and communism. Socialism within a country's economic systems, healthcare, education, corporations or other factions exist in these examples: the former Soviet Union, Cuba, and now poverty-stricken Venezuela just to name a few.

            It's hard to believe all Democrats agree with these policies being spouted by their representatives. Are the Dems blindly following their party just b/c its their party and all reason be damned? What has happened to our country which was founded of the people, by the people, and for the people?

            I don’t agree with all of Trump’s tweets and I wish he would just take care of business and forget the name-calling (same for the Democrats) but you can’t deny his results. I choose to remember he’s not a politician, he’s a businessman and a successful one at that…and he’s successfully brought home our companies, brought down unemployment, brought down welfare rolls, and he’s trying to protect our country from illegal criminals coming in and killing our citizens; as well as women/children being raped in the caravans and drugs and MS13 terrorists crossing the border. Why is there such resistance from the left to secure our border? Why, if its coming from our President, it's an automatic thumbs down? Do they hate him more than loving our own country and citizens? If that’s the case, we are doomed.

            I love our men and women in the military because my father fought for our freedom in WWII and my husband went to Viet Nam three times. As a Navy spouse, I’ve lived with the wives of our men who ride the ships and fly the planes. We all stand for patriotism and love of country. It saddens me to see people who should be role models for our youth, take a knee to protest the freedoms we all enjoy and embrace. The “PC” police are having a stronger influence than common sense. It’s not old-fashioned to be patriotic and I hope and pray our young people will see the light and return to some good family/country values. If not, why don't they go to Venezuela and see if they can buy some toilet paper?

Saturday, March 30, 2019

MY NEW SEASON

by Danna Shirley
God has been stirring my spirit again. It is those uncomfortable stirrings you know are happening but you really don’t want them to because you’re settled in and happy where you are. Just as in our physical growth; i.e. infancy, toddler, teen, young adult, middle age, and senior; it also happens in our spiritual growth and in whatever ministry God directs us. I know we're all called in different areas and at different times. So, this is now my new season. I have decided to put my Writing class and Book Club on hold. With all the controversy coming forth politically, I feel our country is in jeopardy and my priority now is to counteract this political push toward socialism.

The decision really became clear while I was talking to my daughter about this new socialist culture that is emerging. I am 70 years old. I grew up during the time when they did drills in school about getting under your desk in case of a nuclear attack. We stood and said the Pledge of Allegiance every morning as we faced the flag with our hand over our heart. We knew about the Cold War and the Berlin Wall.

I came to realize my generation is dying off . . . the 30 and 40 and 50-year-olds still work, have children in sports and help with homework, cook and do laundry and fall into bed at night . . . and the high school and college kids have no knowledge of life outside of their own little world.

So, here I was, watching sitcoms and Hallmark movies and only tuning in to the news about five minutes at a time because my spirit would become so distressed within me. I had to ask myself, what is going to happen to America…when the Baby Boomers are gone?…when Generations X, Y, and Z are so overwhelmed they walk mindlessly through their day?…when the Centennials, being indoctrinated by their teachers and professors who push the socialist agenda, start to vote in the election process? Do they even know what socialism is? Watch…

Capitalism: private enterprise, free enterprise, private ownership, free market; individuals freely decide what they will produce and who they will serve.
Socialism: production, distribution, and exchange is owned or regulated by the community as a whole; everyone is entitled to everything, no one is responsible for anything.

So, in realizing I can no longer sit back watching sitcoms, which, by the way, are also indoctrinating the public, I have been asked to join a new organization, Battle for America PAC (http://battleforamericapac.com/whose Mission Statement is:
"To educate our young people on the value of life
and to encourage love of country, nonviolence,
and support for our free market enterprise."

In doing some research, I came across these two quotes:
"America will never be destroyed from the outside. If we falter and lose our freedoms, it will be because we destroyed ourselves." --Abraham Lincoln
  
“We will take America without firing a shot ... we will bury you! We can’t expect the American people to jump from capitalism to communism, but we can assist their elected leaders in giving them small doses of socialism, until they awaken one day to find that they have communism. We do not have to invade the United States, we will destroy you from within.” – Soviet Premier Nikita Khrushchev 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mm0yQg1hS_w

Tuesday, March 26, 2019

GOD GIVES DREAMS

By Danna Shirley
Sometimes it’s scary to realize your dream is a direct communication from God. For what purpose? Maybe it’s to get your attention through your sleep mode when He can’t get your attention consciously. Just such a dream happened to me (March 21, 2019). 

I had been holding resentment in my heart against someone for a few months and had decided I would not have contact with them anymore. There would have been no changing of positions on either side so, to keep the peace and have peace of mind, I thought it was best to avoid the issues.

BUT GOD . . . when He comes into the situation, all other options fall away. My decision was not God’s decision and so He gave me a dream addressing the scenario that I had dismissed. In the dream I was in an extreme argument with another person in front of a crowd to the point of clear animosity. I removed myself from the room and went upstairs.

BUT GOD . . . convicted me for how I displayed myself as a Christian and so I sent for the person to come upstairs. I didn’t know how I would begin but the moment they entered the room, I threw my arms around their neck and cried and apologized and started praying.

THEN GOD . . . woke me from the dream. I was crying and praying out loud the same thing I had been praying in the dream. He showed me the dream was between me and the person with whom I had severed my relationship. He did not want ME to hold animosity in my heart which would keep me from fellowship with Him.

You know we can learn many, many lessons on forgiveness in our years as a Christian BUT GOD continues to have to teach us over and over again. Why can’t we ever learn it once and for all? Why? I guess because we live in this fallen world and the things of the world attach themselves to us. We must constantly ask God to keep us chaste and pure from the world and its effects AND . . . to never quit teaching us and convicting us when we fall back into those old patterns.

Thank You, Lord, that you didn’t leave me in a state of unforgiveness but brought me out and into a closer walk with You, which is where I always want to be.

Tuesday, March 19, 2019

GROANINGS THAT CANNOT BE UTTERED

©Danna Shirley
“Likewise the Spirit also helps in our weaknesses. For we do not know what we should pray for as we ought, but the Spirit Himself makes intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered. Now He who searches the hearts knows what the Mind of the Spirit is, because He makes intercession for the saints according to the will of God." (Rom 8:26-27)

I’ve groaned in my spirit many times, especially when words could not be formed in my mind and reasoning eluded me. How do I know what to pray? How do I know what to petition God for when I don’t know the right direction? Only God knows the end from the beginning. Only God! I have been in deepdeep intercession, with groanings that could not be uttered, only three times in my spiritual life.

The first time I was a fairly new Christian (1982) and newly baptized in the Holy Spirit. I was attending a prayer meeting with ladies from my church at Cedar Lake Christian Assembly, Biloxi, MS. We were in someone’s home and offering prayer requests at the time. With each request, the group went to prayer for that need. My need was for my brother-in-law who had just gone into rehab for alcoholism.
As we began to pray, I stood and raised my hands to the Lord. All of a sudden I was groaning so deep within my spirit that I sounded like another person. God was in control and even though I was startled by what was happening, I did not quench the Spirit. I felt everyone around me rise and form a circle, laying hands on me and praying in the Spirit. My deep intercession stopped just as quickly as it had begun. It was over, almost like the prayer had been answered and we could move on to the next request.
I called my mother-in-law later that day to tell her of my experience and ask what it meant. She told me later what she learned. At the moment I was praying for my brother-in-law, he was going through extreme withdrawal and considered walking out of rehab forever. My intercession helped him through the physical pain and he remained in the program.

My second experience with “groanings” came at the altar of Vancleave Assembly of God, Vancleave, MS in 2001. This particular Sunday a lady visitor went to the altar. She spoke privately with the pastor and he began to pray. She was slain in the Spirit and as she lay on the floor, I went over and knelt beside her. I laid hands on her and began to pray softly in the Spirit. I didn’t know the need but all of a sudden I was groaning and crying. My chest was racked with pain and such heaviness that I could hardly breathe. I rocked back and forth, back and forth on my knees. I could not stop praying for this woman.
When the intercession finally broke, I stood, grabbed my purse and Bible, and fled the sanctuary. I didn’t want to face anyone, especially this stranger who probably thought I was crazy and irrational. With my first intercession I knew who I was praying for and why. But this experience was a mystery to me. I did not know this lady and I had not heard her request. I never learned anything about her. Maybe her need was only in that one place for that one moment and God used me to intercede for her.

My third “groanings” occurred at the altar of Bartlett 1st Assembly of God, Bartlett, TN (December 2011). My dear friend had been suffering from an incident of physical abuse by her ex-husband. She had been in severe pain for many months and was on a waiting list for a hip replacement due to the injuries inflicted by this man. On her way into the sanctuary, she told me she could hardly get out of bed that morning but God had told her, “Go to church!” and so she was there.
The sermon was on Habakkuk’s prayer:  “Lord, I have heard the report about You and I fear. O Lord, revive Your work in the midst of the years, in the midst of the years make it known; in wrath remember mercy.” (Habakkuk 3:2)
The altar call was given but my friend didn’t move. I knew God had summoned her to church for a blessing so I motioned for her to meet me at the altar. We stood in front of one of the deacons and I laid hands on her and began to pray softly in the Spirit. Soon I was in deep intercession. Then I felt we were surrounded by others. My “groanings” subsided as we all lifted our prayers to heaven on her behalf. We don’t know why we weep before the Lord for others but those who are knowledgeable in intercession rejoice over this gift.
As a former Methodist who has experienced the baptism in the Holy Spirit, no one can tell me it’s not real. I have been blessed by this touch from God and will never deny it. I also feel sorry for those who reach up to touch God and will only go so far and no farther. They quench the Spirit, maybe because of fear of the unknown, maybe because of judgment by others, maybe because they’re satisfied by a limited experience with God, but my prayer is . . .
Lord, revive Your work in the midst of the years . . .
make it known . . . remember mercy.

Even Christ interceded with “groanings” . . .
“In the days of His flesh, He offered up both prayers 
and supplications with loud crying and tears 
to the One able to save Him from death
and He was heard because of His piety.” (Heb 5:7)

SLAIN IN THE SPIRIT

©Danna Shirley

The Bible calls it falling under the power of God but among Charismatics today it is called being slain in the Spirit (see scriptures). I’m sure a more profound description can be given by Biblical scholars; however, I will just tell you of my experience.
            
The first two times I was slain by the power of God was during two Evangelistic meetings in Gautier, Mississippi. A guest Evangelist, David Alsobrook from Brentwood, TN spoke at our church in February 1992, just prior to my family moving to Japan in June. I had listened to his cassette tapes and read his books and monthly newsletter for years. When his schedule brought him to south Mississippi, I asked my pastor if we could invite him to speak at our church and Brother Tolar graciously gave him four nights. We were packed out with visitors, as several other churches announced his meetings.
            
Attending Charismatic services throughout my years as a Christian, I had witnessed several believers being slain in the Spirit so it was not foreign to me. I, however, had never been touched in that way and had already accepted the fact that it probably would never happen to me.
            
The first night’s altar call was for a specific purpose I felt didn’t apply and so I did not go forward but stayed in the back of the church. Those who did go up were on the floor in a short time. Then David gave a general call for prayer. Since my sixteen-year-old niece had just been injured in a head-on collision, I decided I would ask him to pray for her. I had rehearsed in my mind how I would explain her injuries and how he would pray an eloquent prayer and then move on to the next person. 
            
David began stepping over bodies and started walking up the aisle toward me. I wasn’t prepared for what happened next. As I opened my mouth to tell him about my niece, he didn’t even listen! He just touched my forehead and I went down like a rock! Evidently, you don’t have to tell anyone the details of a prayer need . . . God knows already! I don’t know how long I lay in the aisle and I assume people were stepping over me as well.
            
The second and third nights of David’s messages were also met with many people being touched by God. That doesn’t mean everyone present is slain in the Spirit, but it does mean that the Spirit’s presence, if allowed, will definitely change some lives.
            
When it was known my family was moving to Japan, I had received many “words” from well-meaning friends who said I would have a ministry to the Japanese people. So, on the fourth night, when David gave an altar call for those who wanted to step out in their ministry, I went forward. I couldn’t imagine what kind of “ministry” I might have because up until this time I had been a behind-the-scenes worker, just quietly doing my job. I didn’t necessarily want or need to be seen by anyone. 
            
Several of us went up for prayer and David went down the line praying for each one. When he got to me, although he had already heard I was going to Japan, he said, “I see you ministering to Americans.” Then he touched my forehead and moved on without another word. I fell backward and couldn’t move. It was February and I remember thinking, “It’s awfully hot in here. I wish I had taken off this sweater!” 
            
When David came back down the line, he pointed at me and said, “God is all over you!” I believed him because I knew then that the heat I was feeling was the Holy Spirit’s fire and it was coming from the inside out. It would have been so easy for David to tell me my ministry was to the Japanese people; however, I don’t credit him for knowing anything except that he listened to the Holy Spirit and spoke as this word of knowledge was given to him. Yes, my ministry was to Americans!
            
Although I witnessed to a few Japanese people in the five years we lived in Japan and I also taught a few English classes, my ministry was mainly to the Navy wives whose husbands were stationed in Sasebo, Japan. I taught a Bible study for four years, led Praise and Worship for the Charismatic service at the base chapel, and even preached a few times from the pulpit.  I coordinated the Harvest Party (Halloween) for three years and in general just did whatever came up. So, in essence, I did have a ministry to Americans!
            
Now fast forward a few years to 1994 . . .
            
Aaron, my youngest, was now a very difficult thirteen-year-old having many problems in school; especially with his P. E. teacher. Ron and I had received numerous phone calls about his behavior and we were all strongly warned what would happen if he didn’t correct his attitude. Ron threatened him and I cajoled him to behave himself and clean up his act.

So-o-o . . . the last time I was slain in the Spirit was during a Sunday night Charismatic service. We had several sailors who attended when their ship was in port and one of them, John Reed, arrived to say God was giving him one word he strongly felt was meant for someone in the service. The word was struggle!”
            
Our Chaplain said if anyone felt this word was for them, they should come up for prayer. I knew with every fiber of my being that it was for me so I jumped up and ran to the front. Chaplain stood before me and his wife stood behind me. As he began to pray, it felt as if my body was being lifted off the floor and the only part of me that touched earth was my toes. I fell under the power of God and when I opened my eyes, I saw a vision of the word, struggle, blinking like a neon light. Then a wave of water washed over it and every time it blinked it faded more and more until it was washed away completely. Then all I saw was the bottom of a folding chair. I don’t know how I got under there without hurting myself but I know I didn’t hit my head.
            
I left the service floating on air and continued to float throughout the week. All the struggles I was experiencing with Aaron seemed to be under my feet and I was in the clouds. By Thursday, Aaron was suspended from school . . . and I was still floating. God knew what I would be facing and He prepared me to rise above the circumstances and keep my eyes on Him. 
            
I’d like to point out that I’ve experienced being slain in the Spirit only three times this intensely in my years as a Christian. God can get our attention this way; however, He also can get our attention with His “still, small voice.” (1 Kings 19:12)
            
There might be some skeptics who would view this as exaggerated or melodramatic but no one can tell me it didn’t happen because I encountered the presence of God myself and HE IS AWESOME! 
It has been said, “A man with an argument
                     is no match for a man with an experience.”   --Unknown

“And it came about when the priests came from the holy place, that the cloud filled the house of the Lord, so that the priests could not stand to minister because of the cloud, for the glory of the Lord filled the house of the Lord.” (1 Kings 8:10-11)

“...when the trumpeters and the singers were to make themselves heard with one voice to praise and to glorify the Lord, and when they lifted up their voice accompanied by trumpets
and cymbals and instruments of music, and when they praised the Lord saying, ‘He indeed is good for His lovingkindness is everlasting,’ then the house, the house of the Lord, was filled with a cloud, so that the priest could not stand to minister because of the cloud, for the glory of the Lord filled the house of God.” (2 Chron 5:14 NAS)

“And it came about that as he [Saul] journeyed, he was approaching Damascus, and suddenly a light from heaven flashed around him; and he fell to the ground...” (Acts 9:3-4 NAS)

I [John] was in the Spirit on the Lord’s Day...And when I saw Him [Jesus], I fell at His feet as a dead man.(Rev 1:10, 17 NAS)
                       
June 2007, Postscript"
As I wrote in my story, “...it felt as if my body was being lifted off the floor and the only part of me that touched earth was my toes.” I wondered if the reader would actually believe me or would they consider this an overstatement as I was caught up in the drama of the moment. I had a hard time believing it myself . . . until I found the following account written in a book I was reading in September 2008:

          Rapture of any sort has about it an element of transport. It is as moving as it is resplendent, but its resplendence cannot be defined.
          No dictionary can make this real to us; it is too experiential to be defined.  Things real but indefinable we call mystery, and mystery lies at the heart of rapture.  Those who have known it attest to its reality by their failure to define it. Dumb before its power, they confess, “The greatest meaning that may be known is buried in a mystery so deep that I cannot express its reality to fit within the mind of another.”  Still, it is a state to be praised, for its sweetness lingers in the heart and leaves all those who have experienced it with the need to experience it again and again . . .
          At such a moment—at the peak of rapture—we not only are at a loss to define it, we also can no longer explain it to those who witness our captivity to its spell. We know only that to be lost in the joy of knowing God is, in itself, a kind of elation. If we are spiritually healthy, we never get addicted to the elation, but to the Savior. And we find rapture an immense aid in carrying us over the rough and painful places of our lives.
          I once visited a cave in Spain where Saint Teresa of Avila and Saint John of the Cross became so lost in the rapture of their prayers, that they levitated—at least, this is what the natives say. Whether they actually levitated may be questioned, but surely they experienced a buoyancy in their joy.*

I was so happy to find this actually written down. It confirmed that my deep experience with God has also been experienced by others.  It also defined what God was doing at the time . . . “carrying [me] over the rough and painful places” with Aaron.

* Loving God Up Close – Rekindling Your Relationship with the Holy Spirit
Calvin Miller, 2004, pages 144 and 145.