I watched the movie “The Book Thief”, which was about a girl in the middle of WWII who discovers the immeasurable value of words. And I considered Prophesy. Prophesy is words. Were there no prophecies to warn the people about that war? Why did 6 million Jews and 10 million Christians die when our God of Miracles was very much alive? What did the people miss? And what’s to keep us from missing it again?
Then Father reminded me that escape from any catastrophe comes in believing and those who don’t believe find little opportunity for escape. He reminded me of the hundreds of stories from that era. They were stories of people who smuggled others out of Nazi Germany at risk of their own safety. And stories of those who escaped in miraculous ways. There were a million miracles during that time. Therefore, I concluded, there were a million believers. Continue reading YOU! – must write!
I’m taking inventory of the items I have acquired in my Heavenly travels. Mind you, none of these things were a goal for me. I did not set out to get them; primarily because I didn’t know they were available to me. But I’m mentioning them so you will know many things are available to you there. Scripture talks about rewards and weapons, but the connection hadn’t hit me until I saw these.
Gown (or Robe) – colors, design, and embellishments portray talents, gifts, strengths, work, authority, position Continue reading Spiritual Items Inventory
My awesome broadsword was given to me in the middle of a spiritual battle. It’s a marvelous revelation I want to share with you.
In a dream, I cowered on the floor in a dark corner of an old house. At the front door, a pack of demon beasts clawed and snarled. So, I ran around inside the house and secured the windows and doors, then I retreated to the room farthest away.
Chris Hemsworth showed up suddenly (I think he represented an angel) and began flinging the doors open. His actions caused me to panic and I screamed, “What are you doing?” But he yelled back, “Use your sword!” and then he tossed me a broadsword. Continue reading MY AWESOME BROADSWORD
Repeatedly I’ve come to the end of my formulas and doctrines and resorted to the step that never fails me. I cry out, “Help me, Jesus, help me!”.
And He always answers. Always. He has never ignored this cry. It seems similar to a cry King David often made, although not the exact words.
“I cry out to the Lord; I plead for the Lord’s mercy” Psalm 142:1 Continue reading MY SALVATION
This is so, so amazingly easy! I’ve worked hard at jobs, at home, at relationships, at conversations . . . at almost everything. And I’ve thought that maybe I don’t know how to relax because I sit down and think of a million things to do.
Even at vacation, I squeeze in too much.
So, I was thinking I have a problem . . . until today when I realized that my relaxation is simply my time with God.
Some people think that is difficult and are surprised. They ask, “How do you do it?” And I say, “Do what?” Then they ask, “How do you know so much about God?” And I stare back because I don’t understand why they think it’s so hard. Continue reading COME ON IN! THE WATER’S FINE!
And He said,
“I’ve seen your thoughts each day, wondering about your purpose and thinking your realm of responsibility is insignificant. It’s larger than you know, and that realm is your kingdom. I gave it to you. But you didn’t grasp your daily responsibilities of Administering from your heavenly seat, your throne. Continue reading A WORD from September 24th, 2013
While listening to a ministry online and worshipping along, a vision enveloped me. It caused the sound of the ministry to fade into the background as a different kind of adventure unfolded.
My body began growing taller as though I was stretching upward farther and farther. And as I stretched, I looked down to see sand pouring from my belly onto my feet. It created a base like that on a statue, heavy and firmly planted on earth. Continue reading Picking Diamonds in Heaven (vision)
Church pews left behind, exciting conversations began to spew from my many progressive friends. We took our faith and ran with it. Over hill and dale as we hit the dusty trail, in our mostly peaceful exploits of freedom with Holy Spirit as our only guide. We set many old friends on their ears spitting forth mouthfuls of dirt and explosions of panic as our journeys find no barriers or boundaries before us. Continue reading What Name Shall We Be Called? (a rose by any other name) or- Still a Christian After All.