An Evening with Bob Hazlett

You know how it feels after a long day where your muscles are fatigued and you slip into a hot tub and you just rest – rest in that warmth and feel-goodness and let it just surround and envelope you?

That is how I feel this morning and last night after I left an event at Grace Chapel church in Wilsonville.  I decided to detail the evening here so that I would not forget what I experienced.

I had discovered quite by accident that a man from Connecticut was in town speaking, at that small church. And thought, what are the chances? This man, Bob Hazlett, I had seen online and listened to whatever I could of his, back in Feb/Mar of this year, 2016. I sensed a calmness, a humility, and also a power about him, as he would meet people in an audience or anywhere, really, and God would give him a bit of knowledge in that moment about that person he would not otherwise know. To me, the gift of prophecy can be so encouraging when it is exercised correctly. There are just two people I know of with this gift, who I would actually go and see/hear, Shawn Bolz and Bob Hazlett.

It was a struggle to get to the point of actually going. My husband doesn’t feel the need to go many events in general, so he questioned my need as well. It brought up an hour long discussion and long story, short, I told him I’d already got my one ticket for $20, and he did not have to feel pressure to go with me. I just like being with him. After a while, when tensions settled in the home, we hugged and he opted to stay home with Angel.

I had posted on FB that I was intending to go and would save anyone a seat if they wanted to as well. Who knew? Out of all my FB friends, there may have been one that felt led to attend this as well. My mom and dad, who I’d told about it days before, decided against it, but an acquaintance of mine I know through Gunnar Simonson, music artist Manager, Raymond De Silva, replied, to my surprise. He was on his way, I was there 45 minutes early, and the seat I was saving in row 2, center, was his. This, I believe, was ordained by God. If Ricky would have gone with me, I probably would have not posted the announcement on FB. But I did, and I soon realized, the dynamic was a certain way for a certain reason.

I sat there alone for about 20 minutes getting lost in the worship as the team practiced their songs for the evening worship time. Already, I had sensed the presence of God in that place. Maybe it began in me, and I was already to the point of fullness in my spirit, that just a song or two of truth and lyrics sent me into overflowing with tears as I sat there.

Before it started, Raymond and I talked. Mostly I talked. God gave me two examples to tell him to testify of my own personal experiences with speaking healing of life into people, in a strange or miraculous way. It was so fun to recall and retell of my stories of the man whose back was healed at the Doctor’s office lobby, and of Solomon, the Muslim from Senegal who I met on a walk one day and he amazingly let me pray for him to know Jesus in a personal way.

The event, called Kingdom Come, started with what seemed like over an hour of worship time. Precious moment after moment in his presence. Just one song I did not know.  I was in love with God. I did not care about how or if anyone saw me as I expressed myself in worship. He was all that mattered. Between songs at one point, we prayed for those around us who needed prayer for anything. The young woman near me had her hand raised and I zoomed over to her. I got to pray healing over her anxiety and related stomach pain. I knew I was supposed to pray for that, for God had delivered me of that same exact thing ten years ago. I told her all about it with such excitement. TEN years ago. And worship and surrender was what healed me of it one day. After that day, I had two more panick attacks, and then nothing. Not one more. For ten years. Allison was so excited to hear this. Her eyes were wide and they were glued on me as I testified of God’s power.

When Bob went up to speak, he first talked about the meaning of the word Hallelujah and what the root, halal means. It denotes what lamps and celestial bodies do: shine, emit light. It also means to be boastful or to praise. I looked it up later and found that in just a couple places in the Bible, it means “to be insane, or rather irrational, speaking nonsense”. I guess that when we yell Hallelujah, to some, it can seem rather irrational! But Bob had people who needed healing there, identify themselves and we’d all yell out Hallelujah three times and on the third, we all yelled, clapped, etc.praising our God as he healed many of them. And this is what happened. Those who experienced healing came up in front of us all and he quickly went down the line with his microphone asking what it was and how they feel now. About ten people in all. Great way to raise the faith level in the place from the get-go. It was like primer for the paint.

As he prayed over one woman, he mentioned her being a seer. I leaned over to Raymond, and  asked if he knew what that was, because I didn’t, just a year ago. He said no, so I explained it was someone who could somehow see into the spirit realm, and see with their eyes, both demonic and angelic spirits. He just nodded.

When Bob spoke, it was on persevering in suffering, from Romans 5, but in relation to not finding break-through in the healing you have been seeking and praying for.  He encouraged us to continue praying and believing the truth of God’s word, for it is true. Even when our perceived reality does not match up with what we read to be true and possible in the Word. When we focus on the reality of lack or pain opposed to the truth of what Jesus says is possible and shows again and again is his will (complete restoration, God’s will be done on earth as it is done in heaven), hopelessness begins to take hold. When that happens, it is like the tension of the truth rubs up against our current reality and creates a rut. When that rut is rubbed up against for a long time, our hope seems further and further away. Hope deferred makes the heart sick (Proverbs 13:12) but a longing fulfilled is the tree of life.

Here is the text of Romans 5: 1-5, amplified, of which he focused on 3-5:

Therefore, since we have been justified [that is, acquitted of sin, declared blameless before God] by faith, [let us grasp the fact that] we have peace with God [and the joy of reconciliation with Him] through our Lord Jesus Christ (the Messiah, the Anointed). Through Him we also have access by faith into this [remarkable state of] grace in which we [firmly and safely and securely] stand. Let us rejoice in our [a]hope and the confident assurance of [experiencing and enjoying] the glory of [our great] God [the manifestation of His excellence and power]. And not only this, but [with joy] let us exult in our sufferings and rejoice in our hardships, knowing that hardship (distress, pressure, trouble) produces patient endurance; and endurance, proven character (spiritual maturity); and proven character, hope and confident assurance [of eternal salvation]. Such hope [in God’s promises] never disappoints us, because God’s love has been abundantly poured out within our hearts through the Holy Spirit who was given to us.

The message was very encouraging. After he finished, he offered people to come forward and receive prayer from designated people with prayer badges on, which I don’t really agree with because I believe if we are filled with the Spirit, we can all pray and the same Spirit will work through us all. But I still went forward to receive prayer (I suppose out of tradition) on behalf of my mom, who asked for prayer on that FB thread I’d posted. So we prayed healing over her back and also restoration in her spirit and that God’s love would drive out all worry and fear in Jesus’ Name, for worry and fear have proven to compound back pain and effect the back pulling it back into a state of pain and tension, where it becomes a cycle. So we prayed against all of it, believing God would and has in fact already done a good and restoring work in her in both ways.

After the prayer time at the end, I sat back down and Raymond told me that the man in front of him prayed for him and told him the Lord gave him a picture of a plane taking off – this was evidence to him. Raymond had told me initially that part of why he came was to hear from God as to weather He is calling him to move to Nashville for business endeavors. It was so funny as he shared it with me, I asked if he’d told that man anything about his dilema and he said, no. I only told him my name. His excitement was showing in his face as he spoke and then he stopped and said, “Drop the mic.” We both laughed. I think he might be moving to Nashville.

As we sat and talked for about a half hour, he admitted to me that he has been able to see into the spirit realm since he was a child so clearly at times, he could not distinguish the difference between human beings and spirit beings. I told him maybe he could read the book, The Veil, whose author writes about his own same gift.

The Lord gave me several words for him: one had to do with him being a nucleus (I didn’t say that but I pictured that) where he’s a source of truth for the artists he will be working with, and his influence in words will affect each musician for the benefit of the kingdom. I also drew in his little notebook, a picture God gave me of a stick shift. That tonight would mark a unique moment in his life where he was going from N or D to 4D – like, off-roading – in the spirit! Sounds funny, but he related. He admitted he’d felt like he was just on cruise control, and agreed, he could see how all he was now understanding was going to take him into a deeper level with God, and that this stick shift was special in that it had no end to how many gears it had – we can always go deeper with God. So really going into 4D with him – is just the beginning.  AMAZING!

We walked to the book tables as they were packing up. He wanted to buy Bob’s book, “Think Like Heaven”. After the purchase, I just thought I’d take the opportunity to meet him since he was right there. I used to get a bit starry-eyed at guest speakers, etc. But not anymore. It was very cool to recognize that I saw him just like me or any other believer who’s been baptized in the powerful Spirit of God.

He shook my hand, asked my name and its meaning. I told him Chelan, Bubbling Waters.

Chelan, are you a musician, by chance?

Yes, I sing.

I think that the Lord is going to use your voice to heal people. I see you singing over the sick and them being restored.

That’s amazing. I’d forgotten about it, but you’re the third person to prophesy that about me. One time I actually went to a hospital to pray for someone in a coma and within that week, God brought him out of it and he regained all functions in his body again.

Do you work in the medical profession?

Well, I guess so. Yes.

What do you do?

I’m a caregiver.

Ok, that is right where God will use your gift of song. Do you ever sing to your clients or around them?

Yes. I do.

Keep doing that. He will use your voice in song to bring healing to them.

I will. Thank you.

And that was that. He had not a clue who I was, but God spoke right through him specifically to me about what He wants me to do and keep doing, in order to bring restoration to the people he loves. And to bring him glory.

All glory to God… This was certainly a night to remember for me. A good example of being in an atmosphere of believers where faith is rising all the time, and God is speaking, hearts are changing and his people are being given the tools and fire under their seats to go and do what Jesus has called us to do, each of us using our unique gifts to bring him glory and people restoration and freedom.



The Calling of Brokenness

So I have a question for you: what do you call yourself? Out loud, in your head. In public, to yourself in the bathroom mirror? I am getting to be meticulous about the words I choose and this is just the beginning.

No matter how it is done, how we identify ourselves is a crucial element of the life of every believer. It is directly related to:

  1. How victorious we are over our circumstances
  2. How effective we are in carrying out Jesus’ mandate, or in everyday terms: putting the Holy Spirit on display, increasing his impact here on earth.

I’ve been thinking and studying for several months now, on this issue, and think that God has some things for me to ingest and also share on the calling of ourselves, “broken”.

Someone close to me was recently telling me about a man in his 50’s who goes to a guy’s weekly Bible study and seemed to interject a phrase about how he’s broken, nearly every week. He carried himself likewise. Later, he confessed to the group that even though it was over, he had been engaging in an affair for over several years, even while attending this men’s group. No wonder he saw himself as broken. He was living his life as a branch that was broken off from the True Vine. Broken away from hearing truth. In a cloud of deception and constant self-centered lies. But even if his sin changed his self-perception, we must take it further and ask, does that change what he is inside?


A few days later, I got caught up listening to a classic Jack Johnson song from the classic soundtrack of Curious George, and found myself singing over and over – these lines:

Without you I was broken, but I’d rather be broke down with you by my side

I got t’thinkin’…some Christians would be inclined to turn it into a worship song: “Without you I was broken, Lord, but I’d rather be broke down with you by my side…” But really – why is “broken” or “broke down” options in the drop-down menu of self-perception, as followers of Christ?! I’m talkin to those who don’t simply call themselves Christian (I don’t even do that anymore with how that can be misinterpreted these days). But I’m addressing people dedicated to following Jesus, created by him in the image of him (which includes the entire trinity): I believe – hang with me here – we gave up the right to call ourselves that ugly word, broken. I’ll explain:

It’s the 1st identifier I’m focusing on in this series. It will be about the importance of how we see ourselves, consequently speak of ourselves, and eventually, treat ourselves, or behave in general. This in turn, greatly impacts the way others treat us.

We were broken without him. Absolutely. Not up for debate. But here is where I see confusion and mis-identification enter the picture. What I am learning is, once we became children of God by becoming born again (see: Story of Nick) it ALL changed. Our state of being – became brand new. Our hearts became whole. Now it’s time, my friends, for our minds to catch up and begin relaying messages to the heart that mat not seem true, but faith says they are. Faith tells you to tell a new story.

There is no need to be or feel “broke down”. Not now.


And that’s not just being in denial, being haughty or lacking in humility. It is being truthful. See, as an ambassador of Christ, which is one thing I call myself, because the Word does, I have a document to follow – my “government”‘s decrees. This lot of decrees is the only thing I can deem a fully reliable source of truth. And here is what that constitution, the Word of God, says:

And you are in Him, made full and having come to fullness of life [in Christ you too are filled with the Godhead–Father, Son and Holy Spirit–and reach full spiritual stature].

…he holds the whole body together with its joints and ligaments, and it grows as God nourishes it.

He canceled the record of the charges against us and took it away by nailing it to the cross.

In this way, he disarmed the spiritual rulers and authorities.

Every Scripture is God-breathed (given by His inspiration)…so that the man of God {we} may be complete and proficient, well fitted and thoroughly equipped for every good work.

(‭Colossians‬ ‭2‬:‭10‬ AMPC)

(‭Colossians‬ ‭2‬:‭19‬ NLT)

(‭Colossians‬ ‭2‬:‭14-15‬ NLT)

(2 Timothy‬ ‭3‬:‭16-17‬ AMPC)

There is no evidence in the Word, of Christ following believers calling themselves or even seeing themselves as broken. Here is what I found the Word of The Living God DOES say about brokenness:

* If a person does not dwell in Me, he is thrown out like a [broken-off] branch, and withers; such branches are gathered up and thrown into the fire, and they are burned. {speaking of those who are not following Christ – not dwelling in him}.

* Even so consider yourselves also dead to sin and your relation to it broken, but alive to God [living in unbroken fellowship with Him] in Christ Jesus. {we are to consider ourselves dead to sin and our relation to any sin: BROKEN…& alive to God living in UNBROKEN fellowship. This is in contrast to the idea many Christians accept as identifying themselves as broken. What is to be considered broken now? Not us, but our relationship to sin}.

And the last one I came across was actually not about us being broken or whole, empty or complete, but Jesus himself. It may be my favorite of these three, because it tells us that even Jesus was not broken:

* “For these things were done that the Scripture should be fulfilled, “Not one of His bones shall be broken.” He was not broken. I am in him. Therefore, I am not.

(‭John‬ ‭15‬:‭6‬ AMPC)

(‭Romans‬ ‭6‬:‭11‬ AMPC)

(John 19:33-36)

He was hurt, but chose not to be offended. He was betrayed, but chose not be a victim. His heart broke for the lost all around him, but he chose not to let his compassion toward distort into a form of brokenness within his own spirit.


Don’t misunderstand me. We can be affected by the sins of other people, or our own. And we often are. Affected greatly. But as a reaction to those instances, we are to look to Christ and respond in a way he did. That takes some getting to know him. Are you willing to take that time and gain freedom as a result? Based upon his actions, how could you, in all sincerity and seriousness, see him call himself broken? It would never be.

Since we have the same Spirit in us that filled him, and God pours out his Spirit without measure (John 3:34), then we get to apply the same names to ourselves as Jesus would. Regardless of feelings.

Ask yourself: In light of the new covenant and red letters in scripture, do I get to call myself names Christ himself would not call me? The calling of brokenness over myself has been revoked. Now my calling is Whole.



Solomon and the Holy Moment

This morning I was walking with Vern one of our two waking routes, and my thoughts went to what I may say to encourage some students his weekend at an awareness event. I was thinking to say what you believe about yourself is very important. I want to communicate these things: they are…

  • One of a kind
  • Made wonderfully
  • Precious and very valuable, and
  • Nothing can diminish their value

We approached a white car that was parked into the sidewalk a ways which frustrated Vern. I laughed it off, “it’s ok, let’s just go around” I said. And we did. As we walked, I glanced up for a good look at the owner – a tall, well-dressed, dark-skinned young man with a lit cigarette in his hand . He was standing behind his white rear-end damaged car. 

As soon as I said hello, he smiled wide and said it back, quickly apologizing for how he was parked. I asked his name and he said Solomon. “Solomon!” I replied, “I like that name. It’s Biblical!” He nodded and wished me a good day. “You too!” I said back. We kept walking, and I went back to thinking of those encouraging truths, only now I was applying them to Solomon. Perhaps I should have told him, I thought to myself.  The moment is gone.

We turned the corner and continued walking at a slow pace, when I noticed that same white car had pulled up across the street from and behind us. He got out, crossed the street and approached me, saying in a slight African accent (from Senegal, to be exact), and an excited smile, “Chelan, I cannot help but thank you for saying hello to me.” “Oh, sure!” I said. God gave me an second chance, “God wants to use you in a significant way to impact the people around you – people in your sphere of influence.”

“How do you know this?   I feel as if you may have more to say to me, from your spirit.” I replied back with a smirk, “I’m sure I do!”

I am going through a very hard time in my life, as my wife has left me in March. We have two girls. My 4 year old is on the car. I am having such a hard time, I cry every day. I do not believe in divorce. I feel as if there is something more in your spirit which you can say to me.”

“Oh there is! I have the Spirit of the living God inside of me. He is a God of restoration. He makes all things new. And you feel broken because it was he who designed marriage to be an everlasting covenant. When husband-and-wife separate or divorce, that covenant is broken. That is why your heart breaks. But you must contend. Do you know what that means?” He said, “I do not.” “It means to fight for something and not give up. Be encouraged – the Lord reconciles and restores.” “But my wife”, Solomon retorted. “She is very smart, getting her Masters, but she is being childish, going to her parents who do not like me, getting their advice. They do not share my religion.” 

Vern, who was standing close by, kept trying to interject a remark and managed to finally share hope from his own life, “My wife and I have been married for 47 years!”

The dark man’s daughter, whose name was Rikeah, rolled her window down and yelled, “Daddy!” obviously tired of waiting. He yelled back a desperate, “two minutes, baby!”  The clock was ticking. Time would not be wasted.

“Do you know Jesus?” I asked him urgently. “I know he was a great prophet. I am Muslim”. “Oh, well, I don’t know much about being Muslim, but I know Jesus, and to me, he is so much more than just a prophet. He is the Son of the living God who died for our sins and rose back to life. He is my EVERYTHING! I LOVE him!”

Would you like to know him? “I do already know him” “No, I mean know him, like I know him. Time is short. Would you like me to pray with you?”   

Solomon’s countenance clearly brightened and he did not hesitate, “Yes, please!” So I took his hand in mine and my other hand crossed over, to reach his broken heart.

And I prayed something like this, “Lord Jesus, thank you for your Spirit that lives in me, and I pray the same thing for my new friend Solomon. That you would take up residence in his heart. Fill him up and give him hope for a reconciled relationship with his wife. You restore! Thank you for bringing us together like this today. In the Name of Jesus. Amen.”
Solomon hugged and thanked me. And then turned to my sweet client by his walker, hugged and thanked him as well. And ran back across the street to his daughter. 

Vern looked at me. “Well,” he said quietly, in awe of God. “That was a holy moment.”


Such a good reminder.Matthew 6:1.

Sinful nature tries and pries into our sense of self worth, and the search for significance. It lies to our spirit saying, it is not enough that an unseen God sees you and all you do. You need the seen people to see you, verify you, validate you, compliment you. THEN you will be worthy. 

THEN you will be counted.

But that is a liar’s voice. Don’t be deceived. 

If Eve were there beside you, she’d surely pipe up, “ENOUGH! DON’T FALL FOR IT! That snake told me the same thing. He said if I did something, I’d be more like God! And it made me forget… I was ALREADY like God, before he opened his toothy mouth and spoke his intrusive words that leapt straight into my being! Why did I believe him?? Do not make my mistake. Stand firm in who you already are, whole and complete. You are like God already, made in his image and likeness. Like I was! You have nothing to prove to yourself, to God, or to anyone else. Please believe me, you have only to be who he made you to be…ENOUGH.” 


To Follow = To Go

Today I’ve been discussing the scriptures with my nearly 70 year old friend, Vern…Adam and Eve, Ananias and Saphira, the resurrection, the road to Emmaus, the resurrection of the saints, the man of the Gaderenes who was set free from Legion. Quite the conversation.

As we talked about that last one, the man who was set completely free, something occurred to me. His instinct was to cling to the one who set him free. He literally begged Jesus to let him follow him as he left.

“As Jesus was getting into the boat, the man who had been demon possessed begged to go with him.”

‭‭Mark‬ ‭5:18‬ ‭NLT‬‬

Who can blame him? I would too! I’d never want to leave Jesus’s side after that miraculous moment.

But Jesus had a superior idea. Doesn’t he always.

“But Jesus said, “No, go home to your family, and tell them everything the Lord has done for you and how merciful he has been.””

‭‭Mark‬ ‭5:19‬ ‭NLT‬‬

His devotion to his Savior would not be shown by simply following him around, as admirable and understandable as that may seem.

The better idea was for this healed man to go home. It was to tell the people who knew him before, even in the face of disbelief, what had just happened. It was to proclaim to old friends, mockers, family and townsmen the outrageous mercy of a man like no other man – this man called Jesus.

I also see Jesus saying the same thing in John 4 to the Samaritan woman as he sat there with her by a well.

“The woman left her water jar beside the well and ran back to the village, telling everyone…So the people came streaming from the village to see him.”

‭‭John‬ ‭4:28, 30‬ ‭NLT‬‬

What does it mean to follow him today? Like the man set free of his demons and the woman set free of her shame, we don’t have the privilege of following him around physically from place to place. But remember this: later, he said, “it is better that I go, so that the comforter can come”. It is better for us, he said, because we have the gift of his comforting, guiding, convicting and sweet Spirit…24/7. And it is BECAUSE we possess this gift in us, we can truly follow him.

As we spend peaceful pockets of time with him in secret places, bursts of worship, or as we dive into the sacred and ancient text…we are filled with his truth and revelation. And then we have the opportunity – no, commission – to GO.

Go and tell your old friends, mockers, family, the downtrodden dredging about your town. GO and tell even those whose bony fingers and cutting slander pointed your way. Tell as many as you can, of all that Jesus has done for you. Look to recent events. Don’t just pull the biggest miracle from the timeline of your existence and tell of that…expand it! A recent testimony will bring a depth of vulnerability and relevance, and will have more impact than you can imagine.  

What did he do THIS WEEK?! This month? 

HOW was he merciful to you? 

WHAT did he free you from? 

Take a few moments, pray and inventory this last week or month. Jot down what you got, then shoot a video, write a post or simply go out and tell it to anyone and everyone. The personal (your own) first-hand story of redemption will boost belief in the hearers. I promise. It may not be evident in the seen realm, but keep doing it. It is what is revealed I the unseen that truly matters.

This is how we let faith arise.

To tell is not to follow. But I’m beginning to think one cannot truly be a follower without a consistent, uncensored personal telling of the goodness and mercy of this man 

called Jesus.

He Would Not Believe


Our next door neighbor has chosen today to die. He is using assisted suicide, I’m sure to make it easier on his wife as she navigates the difficulties and grief of caring for him at home, during his final stage of ALS.Last week, I thought to visit, thinking it was the day he chose to pass. Someone had misinformed me. It was the day he chose to die…10 days later. So I got to see him, touch his shoulder, talk to him and ask him questions. And listen to his responses come out of a speaker across the room. I watched his eyes focus on letters on a screen attached to his wheelchair, and slowly make words. Half of which he did not intend to make. But the ones he did intend were, “i’m ok”, “Julie is nice to me”, and “no pain”.
As I took the hint that it was time for me to leave, knowing that they were against “religion” and prayer of any kind, I had to ask him, “would you like me to pray for you?” I would have quoted from memory as best I could, Romans 10:9, and thanked our God for his immense love for this man. But as soon as “…pray for you?” came out of my mouth, his head shook, no. I looked up, to see his wife’s head already shaking no, as if to imply, “don’t even try. It’s useless”.

My prayer would have to be spoken in my spirit.

It was an awkward walk back to the front door. But we hugged, and she did thank me.

I’m learning…It is an especially sad thing to experience someone’s outright rejection of God… Utter disbelief in his love, in their final days of life.

My only prayer, borrowed from a close friend,would  be for an angel of God to visit him in his last day – his last moments here on earth. And in those moments, his heart would become soft and humble and he would believe.