“Listening Hearts Hear Angels Sing”
I awakened, on October 25th, prior to my “Joy Coaching Webinar”, to my cell phone ringing, early one morning. Sleepily, I picked it up and tried to read the number, without my contacts. It was a foreign number, one that I didn’t recognize. As I answered the call, I heard a beautiful voice on the other end, with an enchanting English accent. It was Ginny, calling from South Africa.
Ginny and I had never met before. She had discovered my “Joy Coaching” business by doing an internet search on “Google”. We had been sending emails back and forth, searching for the perfect time to chat, between our eight hour difference in international time zones. "Hmmm..." I thought to myself... "God truly does hear and answer prayers!" I had been praying, "Oh Lord, increase my territory!" since I inherited my father's book, "The Prayer of Jabez".
“Karyn, I have not been able to get you off my mind! I even dreamt your name!” She said with an infectious laugh and intriguing accent.
I was recovering from a sore throat, and only wished that I could express my joyful sentiments in return. As we talked that early morning, Ginny shared her work with me. “I teach parents how to love and nurture their children! When I found that you use music, massage and aromatherapy, I was thrilled!” Ginny went on to express how she too, felt that touch, songs and scent were important applications when nurturing a parent who is in need of experiencing, the art of cherishing, so that they can nurture and respond to their children, with pure love.”
Though Ginny and I had never met, nor spoken before, it was clear that our timely discovery of one another’s gifts, interests, hobbies and callings, were nothing short of Divine Intervention! My only sorrow, in the moment, was that all I could do was whisper, when my my heart was bubbling over with enthusiasm!
I shared a dream with Ginny, basically in a whisper, that I had never shared with anyone else before. “Ginny, many years ago, when I was working at my business, “The Cherishing Place”, I had a dream. I dreamed that I was in a third world country, standing beside the Savior. His white sleeves on his loose white robe, were rolled up. His hair was in a pony tail. I had never envisioned Jesus this way, but, it was clear in the dream that he was teaching me the work, of ministering to one soul at a time. There was someone laying on a massage table in front of us. He showed me how to lay one hand, suspended in the air, about three to four inches above the heart, while placing the other hand, suspended over the mind. He shared with me, non-verbally, the importance of having the heart and mind, integrated into a perfect state of “divine oneness” in order to create harmony, peace, love and balance in a human soul. He shared with me, that by communicating merely by thought, that if I would attend to the “heart and mind connection”, that the cells, molecules and atoms of the human being, would follow in attuning to that sense of healing and wholeness.”
I went on whispering the rest of my dream, to Ginny. "As I beheld the Savior’s healing hands, I was filled with the desire to go to a third world country. He told me that this would not be necessary. He told me that I live in a third world country when it comes to souls that are hungering and thirsting after righteousness. He told me that there was plenty of work for me to do, right here and right now, in 'The United States of America.'
Ginny was quiet on the other end of the phone. Then with a joyful laugh, she said, “Karyn, I am sitting here in a long white robe, with my hair in a ponytail!” She proceeded to share with me, how she lives in Capetown, South Africa, where there is an abundance of beauty and wealth. Her loving voice smiled on the other end of the phone, as I listened to her tell me about the women in the townships, just a few miles away.
Ginny explained their plight to me now. “These women have lived in subservience for generations. They are rich in love, in community and are wealthy when it comes to loving and serving their families and their neighbors. They laugh at those of us who live in the big houses and drive fancy cars! They think that we are the ones who live in poverty! We are always busy and never have enough time to get to know our neighbors!”
Ginny went on to express that these women, have the gift of healing in their hands. They suffer from low self worth and do not feel as though they deserve anything. Feelings of unworthiness have been passed on to them, for generations, by those who have been mistreated by those who have oppressed them. They have been mistreated for so long, that they do not even lift their eyes when they talk. But, Karyn, these women are so gifted! They do not realize the gift of healing that is in their own hands!"
I shared with Ginny, in hushed tones, about the story my mother had sent to me over a decade about "The African Singing Tribe" of women, who go out into nature and listen to the sounds in the wild. How they learn "the song of the child" and come back to the community and sing the song to the other mothers. How in this one particular community, it was noted that there was a decrease in crime, because rather than punish the child when it expresses deviant behavior, they sing to the child. All the women in this village, who have learned the song of that child, sing a song of remembrance to that child, reminding him/her of who they truly are! Ginny, it was my mother's story to me, that became the premise for my method, "The Healer's Touch" using song and scent to remind souls who they truly are!
Ginny laughed again, "See, Karyn, it's all coming full circle! Your mother sending you the story of this African tribe and now, your work gets to come here!"
We talked about the purpose, the calling and the mission of “Joy Coaching”. We talked about sharing the pure love of the Divine Creator with those, who may not be ready to fully embrace Him, but who are starving to know the truth about His unconditional love. We spoke about the power of “The Healer’s Touch Method”, which accesses the heart and the mind, by incorporating all five senses, which can raise the vibration to peace, love and joy----not only for the person on the massage table, (or a simple mat), but as well, for the facilitator.
Now, came the questions about how to get “The Joyful Heart” library of one thousand songs, from the United States to South Africa, without the risk of it taking a month, being stolen along the way, or having to pay tremendous tariffs for the product.
I knew there had to be a way, through the internet. I quickly remembered a blessing which I had received only a month before this call on October 25th, 2013. “You have been reserved to come forth at this time in the world’s history, so that your voice can travel to the remote places of the world.”
I have a sore throat, and I have lost my voice!” I said apologetically to Ginny. “But, I wish you could hear my enthusiasm! I am so excited! I have been praying that angel’s will whisper my name to those who are ready for this work!”
“Yes, Karyn!” Ginny offered, to buoy up my confidence. “I hear your enthusiasm! And I did hear your name being whispered to me in my dream!”
I suppose, when angels whisper, it only matters if we have ears to hear. I remembered the angel doll, my sister had given me as a Christmas present, when I was beginning to write the songs of my heart, all about the Savior’s infinite love for all of God’s Children. “Listening hearts hear angels sing” had been inscribed onto the wings of the angel.
I remembered living in Grandma Grant’s basement after Grandpa had passed away, when I used to kneel beside my bed and pray regularly, “Please, Father in Heaven, please find the way to send the songs of my heart, written for and about the Savior’s redeeming love, on a mission.”
Suddenly, I knew that all the puzzle pieces were at last coming to together. And…I knew there would be more. The women I had been meeting across the nation, were all a part of God’s grand design to take a tender, loving, Christ-Centered Approach to those who are spiritually and emotionally starving, perhaps, even malnourished for the want of a rich supply of Living Bread and Living Water, to those with broken hearts.
And now, “Ginny”. A reminder of God’s love, to me, nearly twenty five years, after I had begun praying, “Please, Father in Heaven, send this music on a mission! Please bless it to travel to the places that I can’t travel. Please bless it to reach the souls who are in need of the pure love of Christ, to find it, to hear it and to have their broken hearts be touched, blessed and comforted by it.”
I know it matters, not, if I am there in person. What matters is that “The Healer’s Touch” is all about the Savior’s Gift of Healing, not mine. It’s all about women creating a healing place, a quiet place, where angels can come minister, while the unseen Savior, behind the scenes does the work that only He can do.
We are the earth-angels who prepare the healing place, provide the song, the scents, the gentle touch, and then simply behold, in absolute awe….as the Savior’s, “The Healer’s Touch”, performs the miracle.
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