These past few days have been very challenging for my husband and me. Our little Yorkie, Miss Phee, has been suffering from an illness that is difficult to treat.
I ask you to join me in praying for her healing. I’m truly devastated over her illness.
She is eleven, so she’s not a young dog, but she’s a Yorkie and has always been full of life and energy up until this year. However, she has suffered from a liver shunt since she was three years old. Right now she is dealing with related issues, but not the liver shunt directly.
She hurt her back several months ago by jumping too much off of the furniture. I found that I could not prevent my little dog from hurdling herself off of things when she was excited~alas! Now she has pain associated with all that leaping about.
Alas—everything is painful for Miss Phee right now. And she needs much prayer. I remember my late dad saying as he got into his eighties that growing older was not for sissies. He even had a small pillow with that saying embroidered on it. Miss Phee must be at least eighty or ninety in dog years by now. I guess if she could talk she would agree with my dad’s bit of senior wisdom.
I am so grateful to the Lord that I have had my little Phee for eleven years, for liver shunt dogs aren’t usually as healthy as my little Miss Phee has been up until a few months ago.
Her vet said before she hurt her back that she was the poster dog for liver shunt dogs! Then back in the fall it all went downhill.
From the get-go Miss Phee was a fierce fighter. For when she was just a wee puppy, the vet had to redo her sutures about two months after she was spayed because she was allergic to the sutures and they caused her to have a bad reaction. She became very ill and had to go through that surgery twice.
I wept and prayed before the Lord for her healing for she had to be hospitalized for a week. It seemed I’d only had her for three months though it truly had been since August and now she was going to be taken from me. How could that be possible! But at the time the Lord promised she would be restored to me. He even gave me a promise that not only would she be healed, but she would be a healthy and strong little dog and that I would have her with me to enjoy for many years. He even gave me a sketch of her to go with my prayer.
Miss Phee had come to me through a dream that summer ~and a sketch. Now God was giving me another promise. Another sketch. He would not take her away. I stopped crying.
The previous spring and summer were among the worst of my life health wise. I had suffered the worst migraines ever up until that point.
My daughter was planning an early September wedding and I wanted very much to help her with her big day. I felt bad that I was bed ridden with allergies and severe migraines and was unable to be a part of the planning. The doctors could do nothing for me. I was losing hope that I would even be able to attend her wedding as mother of the bride. I was very depressed.
I had loved to walk before I got sick and had a particular route in my neighborhood that I took every day. As I walked I memorized the psalms and prayed for family and all kinds of needs as the Lord led me.
When I reached the summit of one particularly challenging hill, there was a panorama of the most beautiful mountains off in the distance. And I was always on a particular bible verse at that time.
“As the mountains are round about Jerusalem, so the Lord is round about His people from henceforth even for ever.” Psalms 125:2 KJV
The Lord was around me. I knew He was with me just as those mountains surrounded me.
One night I could not sleep, the pain in my head and neck were so severe. The Lord then encouraged me to say in my mind the Psalms I had memorized when I had been able to take my walks. He encouraged me to pray and meditate on His Word despite my pain.
He said to walk with Him in the Spirit, to walk our route in my heart while saying the psalms I had memorized.
The Lord is my light and my salvation. Whom shall I fear, the Lord is the strength of my life, of whom shall I be afraid? Psalms 27:1
As I began to repeat the Psalms over and over I drifted off to sleep. I saw my walking route. It was a beautiful summer day, with a bright blue sky and lovely white clouds drifting above me. Having walked down our big hill, I now found myself on the flat road saying Psalm 27. The Lord was with me in my heart.
Suddenly there was a little dog with me! I didn’t know what kind of dog this was. It just was a tiny little dog. We walked down the flat road through the neighborhood and on to the next one. Soon we came to the big hill.
I had to carry the tiny puppy in my arms because she could not walk up the big hill.
“As the mountains are round about Jerusalem so the Lord is round about His people from henceforth even to forever.” Psalm 125:2
We got back home and sat in the swing out back and looked up at the blue sky filled with clouds and prayed. In my dream, I saw Mark come home from work. He came up to the swing and looked at the little dog and lovingly smiled at her.
Just two weeks before I had prayed for a little dog and then asked Mark and he had said, “I don’t want to have an indoor dog, or any little dog in our house! I really can’t stand little dogs!” I had been praying and having my quiet time downstairs and started crying. “Lord I wish I had a little dog. But Mark doesn’t want one. The Lord spoke to my heart. I will change Mark’s heart. Did I hear God right? I didn’t ask Mark again.
In my dream I thought about what God had promised me about changing Mark’s heart, when he came up to me and the little dog in the swing. God had promised to change his heart. Now Mark joined us and picked up the little dog and smiled. He lovingly petted the puppy’s ears who licked his fingers. In my dream we all three sat in the swing in the backyard under the trees in the beautiful golden afternoon sunlight as the bright clouds drifted across the sky above us.
I then woke up and looked at Mark sleeping beside me in wonder.
“HONEY! I DREAMED ABOUT A LITTLE DOG!
Mark groggily woke up and asked me about my dream. I told him all about it. He sighed.
The next day he asked me to draw the little dog. I drew what the dog looked like in my dream. We took the sketch to the library and started searching through every dog book we could find. We finally found the breed that matched the dog in the sketch. It looked like a Yorkie puppy!
That morning I had another dream. In it the Lord Jesus was giving me that little Yorkie puppy from my earlier dream. He said this was my angel dog. I was responsible to take care of her now. And so was Mark. Then He released her to me. Down, down, down from His arms into my space she came! Then I awoke filled with joy at this beautiful new gift!
Later that day Mark called around and found a breeder in a town a couple of hours away. We went to see her and she had two female puppies. The smallest little one seemed to choose me! The little dog clung to me as I sang to comfort her on our way home that afternoon.
My neurologist found a medication that stopped my migraines just in time for my daughter’s wedding a couple weeks later. I was able to attend and we took little Phee. I named her Phoenix and Mark promptly renamed her Phee.
The Lord truly did change Mark’s heart because he has loved little Phee from the start. And she loves him. He has even bought clothes for her. That would never have happened had God not done a miracle in his heart.
She was God’s gift not only to me but to Mark as well. Then when I almost lost Miss Phee after she got spayed, God restored her to me with a promise and another sketch.
Now she is sick again.
You may wonder how if God promised she would be a healthy and strong little dog, did He then let her get the liver shunt? Why did she have health issues then? Because I have learned that God does not define good health the way humans do.
“For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,” saith the Lord. “For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts.” Isaiah 55:8-9 KJV
Miss Phee has always been healthy and strong in her own way, despite her liver shunt. Her doctor even said she was the poster dog for liver shunt dogs. This was true as long as she stayed within her boundaries and was given her meds. If she would eat the right things, she was healthy and strong and filled with energy and life.
“… they cry unto the Lord in their trouble, and He saveth them out of their distresses. He sent His word, and healed them, and delivered them from their destructions. Oh that men would praise the Lord for His goodness, and for His wonderful works to the children of men!” Psalms 107:19-21 KJV
I ask you to join me in praying for my little Phee. If it is God’s will, He will heal her once again as He has before.
Thank you so much. God bless you,
In Christ’s Love,
Lord, Please Heal Miss Phee
Lord, I ask You hear my prayer Please heal Miss Phee I pray Oh Jesus, Lord, have mercy On her where she lay.
Have mercy on her, Jesus, Heal my little dog, Help her bark with joy again Her tail to wag with love.
Lord Jesus, help her eat And food not be her foe Help her body process food The way it’s supposed to go.
Lord Jesus, send Thy word, And fill her heart with life Let her legs be strong again And fill her eyes with light.
Wrap her in Thy arms, Lord, she is so cold! Help her not to be in pain, For Jesus, she is old…
Heal her, Jesus, give her back Her little life, I ask Hold her Jesus, hold her now, Heal her with Thy hands.
Lord Jesus, see her suffering! She’s suffered long with this! Heal her now, help her get well, Lord Jesus, let her live!
Oh Lord, she is so precious, Hear my cry, I pray! Make her well and let her live In Jesus’ holy name, Amen and amen.
If someone had said to me back in 2008 that in the next nine years I would publish nineteen music albums of original music I would have told them that they were insane.
Yet unbelievably I have just published my nineteenth music album.
“Where Angels Dance,” features vibrant worship instrumentals that were all inspired by the Holy Spirit.
Music was never one of my gifts growing up, nor did I ever want anything to do with any of the performance arts.
I was passionate about Art. I never sat down without a pen and sketchpad.
I had taught art, worked as a freelance artist, written and illustrated my own books, and earned my college degree in art & writing. I was certain that God had called me to be a children’s book author and Illustrator.
One day I fell asleep after taking my dog for a walk.
I dreamed I went to Heaven.
There I saw angels and saints dancing before Christ’s Throne.
They were joyfully worshiping the Lord.
Beautiful music was playing in the background as they danced.
When I awoke from my dream, the music was echoing in my mind.
The Lord spoke to my heart, “You can play that song.”
The keyboard that my sister had given us was in front of me.
I felt compelled to try even though there was no reason I should have any hopes of playing that beautiful song from my dream.
Except that the Lord had said I could. And if God said I could, it must be true since He can’t lie.
But what if I was just imagining that God said it?
The only way to find out would be to try…
I sat down and played that song. It was amazing but somehow, I just knew how to do it.
My version wasn’t as lovely as what I had heard in the dream, but it sounded similar.
When the Lord taught me how to play the piano, it was purely by faith. All He asked of me was that I believed His word to me, “You can play that song.”
After I played that one song, He said, “From now on you can play any song I teach you. Just believe.”
“He spoke and it was done, He commanded and it stood fast.” Psalm 33:9
Though I had never wanted to be a musician before, suddenly, I loved worshiping God with this beautiful new gift.
Then the Lord asked me to SHARE the praise music He’d taught me to play.
I froze. It was one thing to play these songs that sounded amazing to me just for the Lord in my worship time, but quite another to make them public.
FEAR & DOUBT reared their ugly heads and whispered, “You know absolutely nothing! These songs only sound good to you because you don’t know anything at all about music. You are only an artist, you aren’t really a musician. No one will listen to this music from God and everyone will make fun of you.”
It was then that I decided, “Maybe the Lord wants me to take piano lessons.”
However, after going through three piano teachers and never being able to quite finish even one beginner book because reading notes was such a challenge for me, I finally realized it was not what the Lord wanted for me.
“For we walk by faith and not by sight.” (2 Corinthians 5:7)
One teacher looked at a printed musical score from an original composition from the Lord and just shook her head, mystified. “This is way beyond you.”
“But I created it, I mean, God created it through me,” I said.
One great thing did come of my piano lessons though. I loved learning the music scales! Somehow that is the one thing that I could master and the Lord helped me use this knowledge to compose many prayer songs.
Yet my music from the Lord sounded very different from other contemporary Christian music.
I had to come to terms with the fact that its true Creator, the risen Lord Jesus Christ who lives in my heart, was composing His music through me just the way He wanted it.
I had to trust Him that it was good enough.
This was going to take a significant leap of faith and courage.
When I had been working as a professional artist, I would never submit anything unless it rose to my “perfectionist” standards.
To me, my piano prayers were a beautiful gift from the Lord that I played back to Him in worship. They did not have to measure up to any human standard of musical taste or preference for I knew that Jesus had made them, loved them, and accepted them.
Now the Lord was asking me to share His songs with the public who did measure its music to a standard. I had no idea what those musical standards or preferences were. I had absolutely no musical knowledge. It was not something the Lord told me to study or learn about. He just asked me to play His songs~then share them.
“Oh Lord, I’m just an artist, not a real musician. Do You really want me to share Your songs?”
Suddenly I realized I could say, “Yes or no, Lord,” to His beautiful gift.
But then, He had laid down His life for me. He had said to His Father when faced with a humiliating, agonizing death on the cross just to bear all my sins, to be made a curse for me so that I might have eternal life with Him, “Father, not My will but Thy will.”
He knew people would make fun of Him, scorn Him, reject Him, that He would even have to face the cold dark waters of death, the stench of hell where His beloved Father, from whom He had never been separated could not come. He faced all of this to pay the ransom for my soul.
How could I, if I truly loved my Savior, not lay down my life, my will for Him? How could I not share His songs, come what may?
True love lays down its life for Jesus.
I realized then, it’s not about me, or my will, but what God wants to do through me, even if I end up looking like a fool.
Love obeys her Lord and Savior no matter what He asks her to do for Him.
The most amazing thing I’ve learned through this experience is that God would choose an ordinary sinful woman like me, saved only by the almighty grace of her Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, and say, “Here is a gift. All you need to do is receive it by faith.”
Just like the gift of salvation He offers each of us in Christ.
And then it terrified me that He would take that same ordinary Christian woman, and say, “Now use that gift for My glory!”
I’m not perfect, far from it, nor is any of my music.
But God uses imperfect vessels.
God up and turned me into a musician for HIS glory-not mine.
He put in me a gift I knew absolutely NOTHING about.
How I thank the Lord for the way He has used the gift of music to lovingly humble me in all of my other gifts.
“God can do anything, you know—far more than you could ever imagine or guess or request in your wildest dreams! He does it not by pushing us around but by working within us, his Spirit deeply and gently within us.” Ephesians 3:20-21(The Message Bible)
Most of the music the Lord gives me is inspired by the Bible.
The songs all begin as prayers, and I will praise the Lord forever for giving me this wonderful way to worship Him.
This music is very special for it truly is a gift from God. It never ceases to amaze and humble me how He plays His music through me.
My fervent prayer is that many people will be blessed and encouraged by this gift of God’s music. For all of the songs are essentially prayers ascending to heaven in a musical form breathed into life by the God who lives in me.
Heavenly Father, may You use this music and story to bless and encourage someone today to step out in faith to trust You and believe that with God all things are truly possible, and that when we walk by faith, we honor and glorify You, even as Abraham did so long ago, who, “staggered not at the promises of God…” Thank You, Lord, In Jesus name, amen.
In my painting “Make A Joyful Noise” the flute player’s hands are large, and seem clumsy as she plays her instrument.
In God’s word, the Psalmist tells us to make a joyful noise unto the Lord. It does not matter whether we are talented singers or musicians.
He just says, “Make a joyful noise unto the Lord…” Psalm 100:1
God loves each of us. He created us to worship Him just as we are with whatever skills and talents we have.
It brings God joy when we accept ourselves for who He created us to be. We honor Him when we don’t compare ourselves with others. We may feel clumsy and awkward, as if we don’t measure up in some way, but God says, “Make a joyful noise!”
Jesus said, “You’re blessed when you’re content with just who you are—no more, no less. That’s the moment you find yourselves proud owners of everything that can’t be bought.” ~Matthew 5:5 (The Message Bible)
In my painting, the Flute Player is playing her flute anyway, even though she seems unsure, unsteady, with her large awkward hands.
Sometimes God will ask us to do something that we don’t feel we have the right skills for, are incompetent to do, or that we might fail in.
Yet God asks us to trust Him anyway, to walk by faith. “For we walk by faith and not by sight.” (2 Corinthians 5:7)
He asks us to believe His word that says, “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.” (Philippians 4:13)
He asks us to trust in the power of His grace to help us with every challenge.
Each one of us are very important to God’s plan, though we might not realize our importance to God this side of eternity.
We may feel awkward, unsteady and clumsy like the flute player in my painting. But we must walk by faith, trust God, and obey Him, and do whatever He asks of us anyway.
For in the end, He will make a lovely song out of our joyful noise we have made unto Him whether or not we were competent in the thing He called us to do.
For God does not base His calling on our talents, skills, or appearances. All He asks is a willing, humble and faithful heart.
Jesus said, “You did not choose me. I chose you. And I gave you this work: to go and produce fruit—fruit that will last.” John 15:16
May it be our prayer to have a willing, faithful heart that will humbly obey the Lord, no matter what He asks of us each day.
Heavenly Father, thank You for the gift of my life, and that You created me to be just exactly the way You wanted me, and that when I am myself, I glorify You. Thank You that I bring You great joy when I am satisfied with who You created me to be and believe all the wonderful things that You say about me and not listen to doubts and fears. I love You, Lord! In Jesus name, amen.