Recently, I had a dream. A comforting hand was continually on my shoulder during most of the dream. The caring touch was so encouraging that I awoke thinking about it. I realized it was not just a dream but what happens to me in life!
My life has been a story of me touching God and God touching me. If you seek health and wholeness in personal or professional dimensions. Spiritual connected-ness will benefit you, in either area and both.
What do I mean? I worked many years for a European furniture hardware company called Hafele. During the 80’s & early 90’s, the company published a newsletter for employees. They allowed me to write a section in the newsletter called “Positive Connections.” I thought it was a “catchy” phrase for an inspirational column, for the hardware companies newsletter. So I wrote the column around this healthy thought I had then and have even more-so, now.
The constructive thought I wrote about in this newsletter was: that healthy connections with God, ourselves, friends and work lead to happier, more meaningful lives. Having only a Few connections leads to meager meaning. Excellent connections lead to great meaning! And the connection that matters the most is our connection with God. Why do I say this? Ahhh. That is the point of this writing.
This BEAM is written about the caring touch that can enliven and transform our lives, into connections that are more positive: The Touch of God.
There are some definite things that the touch of God accomplishes in human lives when it is present. Here are a three of those and how I have learned them:
Number 1 – God’s touch brings healing.
20Just then a woman who had suffered for twelve years with constant bleeding came up behind him. She touched the fringe of his robe, 21 for she thought, “If I can just touch his robe, I will be healed.”
22Jesus turned around, and when he saw her he said, “Daughter, be encouraged! Your faith has made you well.” And the woman was healed at that moment.
In my life, there has been much broken-ness. Yes, I know that does not sound like a very positive thing to say but somehow “Positive” must be grounded in reality or it is just fantasy. So I am just dealing with the truth to say that in my life, there has been much broken-ness .
I often refer to 1998 as Hell Year. My father died and my wife of 20 years had a traumatic brain injury that destroyed my family’s life, as I knew it then.
I will never forget getting the horrific call that my wife had been in an accident, falling sixteen feet head first, in a parking lot. I was told she had smashed her head in a local Publix Supermarket Parking lot. I hoped it was a cruel joke. It wasn’t.
They told me to wait till I could see her later. Fat chance! I broke through the hospital doors like a bull and insane with grief, invaded the hospital. They rushed the specialist out to see me. His first words to me were that my wife had suffered a fatal brain injury. I could not accept this. With tears streaming down my face, I pulled the surgeon (literally) across the table and begged him to help. Assuring him that he had the most beautiful, wonderful person on planet earth in his care. I refused to hear his comments that there was nothing he could do. At my passionate insistence, he was obviously moved. He told me he had one other thing that he could try.
It never occurred to me that the 8 deputy sheriff’s that stayed with me were there, to protect people from me. I was totally intense on only ONE thing: saving my wife’s life. How it appeared to people was irrelevant to me. So the surgeon operated to relieve pressure on Terry’s brain. When he did, Her brain literally swelled out of her head the size of a baseball.
After the procedure, The surgeon came in an told me emphatically and unequivocally that my wife had died. That she had suffered a pre-cursor brain death. That it might be seconds, minutes or hours but that she was surely dead.
Yet, I did not believe this. I KNEW she was still with us; even when the surgeon said otherwise. And I fought for her life, literally. Around the clock, day after day. I prayed non-stop. I organized a huge prayer vigil. If you did not believe in healing; I didn’t let you in her room. Yet finally, the medical providers said she might survive in a “vegetative” state. But I didn’t believe this either. I was there, when I thought I witnessed a blink in her eye. I was there, when she finally opened them. But she could not breathe, eat, go to the bathroom, communicate, or give any sign of encouragement. Yet I did not give up. I believed that God would perform a miracle; in spite of evidence to the contrary.
After 2 weeks, night and day; I literally collapsed in the floor of the hospital in convulsive tears. I was a broken heap of exhaustion and grief. A group of ladies from my church at that time; I can not tell you who they were.. Came to me, got down in the floor with me, cried with me, held my hand, encouraged me and loved me tenderly, through that terrifying moment of broken-ness. I may never know who those ladies were or if they were just angels sent to me, to help me. Perhaps they were both but one thing I know for sure: at that time in my life; they were the very literal touch of God.
These messengers were the healing that I needed to keep on going and believing. That is my message to you today. That is what the touch of God does in your life. It helps you when none-other can help. It gives you healing in desperate parts of your life that no other can assist in.
And though she was not able to resume her life before as mother and mate, after many years of recovery; Terry is a source of joy and happiness today to all who know her. Her healing is a source of inspiration and joy to many, many people. And yet I know that this would not be possible, if it were not for the touch of God and persistence of faith; in that bitter valley of tears. It was God’s touch that brought the healing both to me and Terry.
Tim, Terry, TJ & TeNae. Many years later; she is a miracle of healing come true.
Number 2- His touch brings the restoration of vision.
 Once more Jesus put his hands on the man’s eyes. Then his eyes were opened, his sight was restored, and he saw everything clearly.
I have been privileged to achieve many things in my life. Yet I have also been subject to destructive appetites and passions that have nearly destroyed me. Overcoming these or at least putting them in check has been one of the greatest evidences of the touch of God in my life.
After the devastation of what happened to Terry; there was hurt in my heart that no human could heal. It decimated my healthy vision. Deep inside, I felt a sense of pain and loss that consumed me from the inside out. I could not see clearly.
Doctor’s tried to help this deep mourning and loss, by giving me pills to numb the pain. But the pain remained and the pills became a habit. A 13 year habit. A habit when coupled with untreated alcoholism lead me to my very, lowest bottom. I became a shell of a man. A man of promise but burying my hopes in the bottom of a bottle to cover the pain. I had Tons of potential but no vision to live.
A hurt dwelled in my heart like a stone and a bitter shell of a man replaced the vivacious person that I had once believed myself to be…. It is easy for me to understand how many lives are dashed on the rocks of substance abuse and depression. I nearly perished there myself.
Yet, true to the story-line of my life; God was there, when no other could help. When I honestly and humbly sought Him. On the fourth morning in a treatment center, where I sought assistance. We were shown a Johnny Cash movie; “Walk the Line.” During this movie, something happened on the inside of me. As I saw Johnny fall from the horrors of substance abuse and arise with the help of God; I knew I could to. It was like a dam burst inside me. A river of tears came forth and I ran to a little Gazebo overlooking a flowing river directly in front of me. And I knew a flowing river from above was coming through me. What was happening in the spiritual had positively connected in the natural. The river from above was flowing through me again. I knew I had been healed from not only the substance abuse that was wrecking my life but also from the pain that haunted me within. It was a powerful, profound spiritual experience. God was there, when I was ready to let Him have His way in my life. I am grateful to say that the evidence of the reality of that event continues today!
God has restored my vision. No more than that. He has given me a new vision. New hope. New confidence built on deep gratitude for His amazing touch.
Number 3- His touch brings spiritual awakening and helps the soul find its worth
Isaiah 49:15 &16
To the question: Has the Lord forgotten us? The scriptures give and emphatic answer:
“Never! Can a mother forget her nursing child?
Can she feel no love for the child she has borne?
But even if that were possible,
I would not forget you!
16See, I have written your name on the palms of my hands.
His touch brings a sense of belonging and dispels loneliness.
My wife Dawn and I were talking about the ways the God shows up in special moments of our lives recently; when she looked at the clock and saw that it was 12:12 of 12-12-12. Coincidence??? That we just happened accidentally to look at the clock at the one and only moment in our combined lives; where a special number (12) known to be associated with God could be witnessed to be the year, month, day, hour and very minute; while we were talking about God showing up in the details of our lives… What do you think? I know that it was God confirming his touch in our busy, challenging lives.
Breath of Heaven, Windy Light, Burning Bush, Holy Whisper, Divine Inspiration, Heavenly Hello, Deep Intuition, Transforming Touch, Caring Influence, and an Honest Heart are some way’s that God speaks to me. They are ways that he will also touch you.
Everyone wants to have a wonderful Christmas. Forget not; that the Christmas season was originated with a Savior’s Birth. An event that heralded the hope of God, into the realm of mankind. This Divine touch is perhaps the greatest event in history and the greatest potential of the human heart. If you experience it, it will definitely be the greatest event in your personal history and help you reach the highest virtues of your heart and most noble potential, in your existence.
I wish for you God’s touch this Christmas. I wish for you, The same faithful touch from a wonderful Divine Friend that I have found; to bring healing, restore vision and grant worth.
Have yourself a Merry Little Christmas. May the Christ of Christmas; May The Savior born into the world to redeem mankind be born afresh in your heart today, through the touch of God.
“Slam” – Tim G. Carter
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