Touched by Love: Light Bearers

I first learned hands-on-healing when I was twenty and belonged to a Catholic Charismatic Community. It was one of my favourite things to do. I never doubted its authenticity because, to me, it seemed obviously real and beneficial. 

I remember attending a community conference in a different state. At that stage, I didn’t have any money and was gifted the conference and flight tickets which I was thrilled about. The conference was a large, enthusiastic gathering with many hundreds of young adults fired up with spiritual energy. 

One hands-on-healing session had a particularly long line. I waited patiently for my turn with the prayer-healers. They were not much more than girls, about my age, but very sincerely doing their best. As I knelt for them to put their hands on my shoulders, I told myself that it didn’t matter whose hands were on me because the power of God was running through them. I raised my arms and turned my palms and head Heavenwards. It was a beautiful moment of light. Afterwards, I thanked the girls and happily trot off. 

Later on, in the bathroom, I overheard one of my friends say to another friend, “Two of the healers asked me who our friend is. I told them her name is Donna and asked why they wanted to know. They said that when they prayed for her, they were surrounded by a powerful, beautiful light. They said that there was something special about Donna’s calling. Do you think we should tell her?”

They did tell me because they were lovely girls. I thanked them and, as I didn’t want to make a fuss about it, I changed the conversation to something else. 

This experience has always stayed in the back of my mind. I remember the profound feeling of light when I was being prayed for. I also remember that it was very affirming, at that age, to have strangers acknowledge my calling. A spiritually oriented person, in our earthly world, has to put up with a lot of misalignment.

One hands-on-healing session had a particularly long line. I waited patiently for my turn with the prayer-healers. They were not much more than girls, about my age, but very sincerely doing their best. As I knelt for them to put their hands on my shoulders, I told myself that it didn’t matter whose hands were on me because the power of God was running through them. I raised my arms and turned my palms and head Heavenwards. It was a beautiful moment of light. Afterwards, I thanked the girls and happily trot off. 

Later on, in the bathroom, I overheard one of my friends say to another friend, “Two of the healers asked me who our friend is. I told them her name is Donna and asked why they wanted to know. They said that when they prayed for her, they were surrounded by a powerful, beautiful light. They said that there was something special about Donna’s calling. Do you think we should tell her?”

This is twenty-year-old me with some of my dear friends from the Charismatic Community during our trip interstate to the conference.

They did tell me because they were lovely girls. I thanked them and, as I didn’t want to make a fuss about it, I changed the conversation to something else. 

This experience has always stayed in the back of my mind. I remember the profound feeling of light when I was being prayed for. I also remember that it was very affirming, at that age, to have strangers acknowledge my calling. A spiritually oriented person, in our earthly world, has to put up with a lot of misalignment.

2 Replies to “Touched by Love: Light Bearers”

  1. Donna

    I love this story for do many reasons and how true it is and has proven. I never knew about this experience. Thank you for sharing it. Love and loyalty to you and the shining light you are. Robyn 🌻

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