Apparently, I have new freedom as the result of some new maturing. I have changed. I don’t believe anymore that it’s necessary to search the past for the open doors to demonic damage. For one thing, I don’t recall Jesus looking into anyone’s past before speaking their healing. But just like most Christians involved in healing (emotional and physical) I’ve concentrated on doing it this way for a long time – seeking through the past to find all the open doors so I could close them.
My change began when I prayed for a situation after seeking all the open doors where damage had entered. Later, I discovered that there were more and more open doors. They went on and on, time after time, and there was never a completion. Continue reading NEW FREEDOMS OF MATURITY IN HEALING→
Storm clouds blew in with pounding rain and hail, and I spoke to them the way I heard Father speaking in my spirit. It was about loving the weather, healing it just like we do our bodies. He said the earth itself is in need of healing from the rampant destructiveness of darkness. But I didn’t understand until He widened my spirit sight to see Love as it was poured into the clouds just like a mother would love a child.
He said the weather has suffered under heavy and cruel curses. Many of those voices speak of global warming and the inevitable effects. And some are simply people not seeing the kind of weather they desire for their events. So they curse the clouds. Continue reading BEAUTIFUL STORM CLOUDS→
I made a drawing of a staircase I saw in my imagination a few years ago. It doesn’t do the staircase justice of course. And that’s because it doesn’t reveal the silky medium caramel color of the wood with its swirling grain. Or the carved and perfectly fitted parts. A drawing can’t share how velvety the staircase is to touch or how inviting it is to a barefoot or tired bum. And the drawing doesn’t have all the many cupboards, some secret, which create the fascinating journey upward.
But if I could take you inside my imagination, you’d see and understand how it might take a week to finally arrive at the top landing. Not because it is so high, but because there’s a world inside each captivating crevasse and hidden compartment. And you’d be drawn to recline in the seat and turn on the light. There you’d lean back and read one of the books, or close your eyes and nap. I imagine fairy tale worlds emerge in naps taken there. Continue reading THE MARVELOUS STAIRCASE→
