God Is Our Energy

Ellie Braun-Haley
Calgary, AB, Canada
May 12, 2014

How can a book picked up by chance be suddenly used by God to forever change a life? That is what happened to me.

Chicken Soup for the Soul, their very first book, was published, in 1993. I didn't see it that year; in fact it was not until sometime after 2002 that I picked up a copy, and my life was changed! It was altered in a most positive way; and subsequently, other lives would also be touched by it.

That one book, the 1993 copy, sat on the shelf, in the home of my sister, Dorothy. I was visiting there to help as she healed from a hip replacement. On her first night home from the hospital, we sisters reminisced and laughed sharing childhood memories. As we talked I noticed Dorothy continually rubbed at her leg. When I asked her about it, she replied, "Oh Ellie, I'm worried about the circulation."

I felt her leg and gasped. The leg was not only swollen but solid, as if made of iron. Now we were both concerned.

That night as I got ready for bed I knelt to pray for Dorothy, "Please Heavenly Father if there is anything I can do for my sister, please show me."

Earlier I had spotted an edition of "Chicken Soup for the Soul" in my sister's library and I took it to bed to read. I read randomly and as I read through my fourth choice, a story on healing by Mark Victor Hansen, I was overcome with a warm sensation in my chest. And then God used that book and specifically, Mark's story to show me how to help my sister.

The next morning I told Dorothy about the events of my night. I recounted reading a story about healing and God's intervention. I explained I was supposed to do the same thing I read about to help her circulation. I'd never done anything like this before and felt she might just laugh at me or at least look at me strangely. I was acting on faith. I stuttered and stammered through my explanation telling Dorothy, "I don't have a clue what I'm doing."

She didn't ridicule me, nor look at me as though I'd soon be admitted to a psyche ward. She smiled at me and said, "Let's try."

The room seemed to be filled with a mixture of exhilaration and trepidation. I'd never been so grateful for my sister's easygoing attitude as I was at that moment. She trusted me and appeared to have more confidence about where we were going than I did. I felt a tad apprehensive, yet full of hope for things unseen, wanting so much to help my sister.

I rubbed my hands together vigorously for some fifteen seconds then held them an inch above her injured leg. Slowly and consciously I moved my hands back and forth barely above her leg. Suddenly I opened my mouth in shock, wanting to describe what I felt - however I was momentarily speechless. Then, with a half laugh, yet in absolute awe, I asked, "Oh Dorothy, can you feel that?"

By now a strong, magnificent energy was pulsing back and forth between my hands and her leg. It was powerful and the experience was like no other.

I looked up at my sister, wanting her to feel the same thing, God's hand in this event! At first she indicated she could feel nothing then within seconds her eyes lit up and with a look of excited surprise she said, "It is so powerful, I expect to see sparks!"

I felt beyond high, for we both were experiencing the same phenomenon. It was a moment of unbelievable excitement. I continued to move my hands up and down above the swollen leg while experiencing the incredible, pulsing energy.

Strangely we didn't discuss what had taken place until more than a year later. One day I sat down and dialed her number, "Sis, tell me what you felt that day."

She was quiet, yet even over the phone I felt her reverence. She used the words, peaceful, satisfying and fulfilling. Her voice changed as she relived the moments. "Oh," she sighed: "It seemed like there was something over top of me, above me. It was very powerful and I experienced such a feeling of love. The pain just seemed to dissolve."

Joy filled me as I listened to her. Blindly and with faith that day, we went forward. Today we remember that miracle when both of us experienced being touched by the divine - God's love in action!

A seed was planted in my mind about the healing energy we have; this through the story by Mark Hansen. Then with God's help I saw exactly what could be done with that energy. And as if to convince me yet further, that night at my sister's home a visitor arrived, in pain.

Dorothy lives across the street from the local hospital and after having a biopsy on her neck a friend, dropped in. When she complained of the pain my sister said. "Oh let Ellie do this hand thing on you!"

I was experiencing mixed feelings about this. Was this all right with God? Would the energy still be there? Was I supposed to do this? With some hesitation and concern, I said a silent prayer and moved my hands over her neck. She later told my sister the amazing result: the pain disappeared!

Over time, I continued to hesitantly help people. I wanted to help yet I regularly would question myself about whether I should be doing this.

I now experience difficulty restraining myself from reaching to help even complete strangers when I observe their pain.

Recently at a walk for cancer my daughter approached me to help the event photographer. He was in pain and his legs had a serious rash. Once again I applied this healing principle. He began thanking me. I said, "If this is successful, thank God. It is my privilege to be a small part of it all."

Days later a long distance message arrived, thanking me, confirming his legs were wonderful, and he had been able to complete his London assignment.

"Thank you God!" I was ecstatic and grateful. It was uplifting news. I yearn to help others, and there have been opportunities. When they arise I pray the tingling I feel through my hands will be that energy once more with us, to help the individual. Each event demonstrates to me again and again the divine moves through us and is always with us. God is constantly opening doors for each of us!