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HOLY CROWS!!!!

crows

 

It was July 2nd, 2014, a warm peaceful morning, and I was enjoying sleeping a little longer than usual when the crows came and sat in the big tree outside my window.  It wasn’t a big deal except every one of them was crying at the top of their little lungs, which is surprisingly loud.  And I flinched and rolled over.  And then I jumped out of bed. “What the heck!?”  Then I waited patiently for them to disburse.  5 minutes, 10 minutes it continued.  “Oh, what in the world is going on?”

When I went to the window, I saw nothing strange.   There was only green grass, and a soft breeze.

So why were there crows screaming like they were having a raucous party in the loudest club downtown?  It felt like my nerves were being frayed one at a time as I pulled on my clothes and headed for a cuppa my favorite coffee.

Then stepping out onto the deck with coffee in hand, I gazed up at the tree which I could only see over the top of the roof.  There they were still squawking and creating a hurricane inside my soul.

Thinking that I should investigate further, I took my coffee and walked around the house to stare up at them.  And several of them jumped down to the lower branches presumably to scream at me personally.

I considered how I speak to storms, and decided to talk to them calmly and encourage them to be peaceful.  But they ignored my voice and didn’t care about my soft instructions.

So, then I rebuked them and commanded them to stop making so much noise.  That made them jump around from branch to branch, in a scuffle as they continued their verbal abuse.  Finally, in frustration, I went back into the house and paced back and forth sighing deeply with the conundrum.

Hunny saw me and looked at me questioningly.

“Can’t you hear those birds?”  I asked incredulously.

“Oh, yeah, I guess they’re kinda loud.  So, what?” he shrugged and walked away.

“So, what? Doesn’t it bother you?”

“It’s just birds,” he answered simply.

Seeing his point, I tried earphones and soothing music, or watching my favorite video, or speaking peaceful scriptures.  And the cacophony continued for an hour and then two.

My frustration was reaching a crescendo and I considered getting in the car and going to the mall simply to escape.  But I really didn’t want to go to the mall.  I wanted to sit at my desk peacefully and write, just the way I did it every day.

I was out of ideas on how to handle this. So, in abject surrender, I went to the deck again and sat down.  “Father, what in the world is going on?” I asked.

Instantly revelation hit me.  “THIS HAS MEANING.  And it’s time to go find out what that meaning is.”

“OK, Father, lead me to understanding.”

For the next hour, the birds quieted somewhat as I searched the internet and read several sites about the spiritual meaning of crows. Native American culture says they are messengers bringing secrets and hidden desires.

So, I asked out loud, “Father, what message?  What secrets and hidden desires? I’m listening.”

But oddly He didn’t speak and it puzzled me. Why wouldn’t He talk to me? I closed my eyes and searched my heart.  What was my desire?  What could it be?

Slowly, my dream home rose to the surface. He’d planted it in my heart many years before but even with the visions of the wood floors and the smells of the atmosphere, nothing had manifested. So, sad tears had settled on the dream like a dark cloud and left it in the recesses of my memory.

“Is this about my dream home, Father?” I asked, hesitantly, with only my desk to hear me.

Almost instantly, the birds were silent!   I looked around startled. Where were the birds?  What happened to them? Why did they stop screaming?

The silence was so profound that I scrambled to go to the tree once again and I froze as I watched the crows silently fly away, one by one.  Their message was delivered.  Their job was done. So, they moved on.

Standing under the tree staring up with gaping mouth, I marveled at Father’s strange way of getting my attention. It didn’t seem to matter that we talked every day since I began hearing His voice.

This was more like an announcement!  And it was meant to impress importance and propel me forward. He didn’t want me to simply make an entry in my journal.

It was like the trumpets blew!   Just like the book of Revelation. Except they blasted their message through a flock of crows.

Apparently, it was time to go get my home.

So,  after pondering this change for a few minutes, I found Hunny in his comfy chair and told him about the crow’s message.  He didn’t laugh or discount the story because we’ve had many strange occurrences with Father.  And Hunny agreed to go house hunting after stressing that he was also very content with what He had.

For the following month, we looked and talked and took trips to see houses that failed miserably.   Finally, we got tired and frustrated.  They weren’t in our budget or they were nothing we could see as our “home”.

By mid-August, we gave up and agreed that it would be best to wait another year and try again.  After all, we were very comfortable where we were.

But that afternoon the crows returned to the tree with all their raucous wonder.  And I went outside to stare at them once more.

“Are you kidding me?” I yelled up at them.

They squawked with gusto and with no signs of stopping. And once again I marveled.

Sighing and shaking my head in surrender, I said,  “OK! We will go find the house!”

And instantly, there it was.  Silence!  Utter, amazing, ridiculous, silence.  Not a peep from one of them.  And then one by one they flew away.  Again.

****

We found our house this time.  But there were some weird problems with it being financed.  So, we moved on.  We even put a bid on another house but in the meantime the weird problem solved itself and we went back.

This time everything sailed smoothly and by the end of October, we were moving in.

****

I still can’t explain why the crows seemed to grate on my nerves like fingernails on a chalkboard.  It wasn’t a big deal to Hunny.  Just another day, but with birds in the background.

For me though, it was more than enough to push me into searching for the answer and to remember that nothing with Father is a coincidence.  He wants to give us the desires of our heart.

At this time, we’ve been in our house for 3 years and often we marvel at our blessings as we sip our coffee’s and appreciate the blaze of sun on the rocky mountain cliffs.

Father never forgets His promises.

 

Love,

Faith

THE SILENT AND UNQUESTIONING

 

silent and unquestioning

 

Today I was reminded how so many good church-goers have embraced silence. They label questioning seekers as troublemakers and find great comfort in the status quo. It’s called unity.

But that unity is a prison of hypocrisy where the mind and heart are silenced without free expression. And a smiling mask is worn to cover a dying soul.

Father never created a human heart that didn’t crave more. And it is only silenced through fear. The biggest one being Rejection.

No one ever wants to be rejected. It is the most painful thing we do to each other. And yet all the best churches teach how to properly and lovingly reject others as though it is a cooking class meant to make your meals better than you’ve ever known.

Rejection is a dark evil Jesus never used even when He hung on a cross dying.

And it’s hard to find the courage to defy Rejection and step out of the box where we can ask all the questions our mind can produce. It takes tremendous endurance when the doors of Judgment and Rejection begin slamming in our face.

THIS is where we take up our cross and follow HIM. THIS is the persecution that can commit murder.

But if you are a questioning seeker, you aren’t alone. There are many. They are often hiding from the status quo because they haven’t found their courage yet.

I didn’t find it until many years after I moved away from home. And even then it was slow progress.

One of the most awe-inspiring things about Jesus is getting a glimpse of the courage He had. It was nothing less than God-like. Oh, wait, He was God. 😁

Stepping out to rock the boat on the religious status quo is still one of the most frightening and dangerous things anyone can ever do. The resulting assault on your faith and your character is the greatest evil that human beings display.

It’s all about fear. And if we don’t find the courage to face fear and become free, we can find ourselves crucifying our own Messiah.

GOING DOWN INTO HELL

 

going down

 

It’s a scary thing to watch someone go headlong down into the pit of hell. You probably know that place as well as I do. And it’s not been so long ago since I was there.

The last time I went, I shrunk to the floor in a heap. Tears were coming in great floods and I had no hope at all. There was not even one point of light shining for me in the distance. Nothing was left.  And Fear screamed into the darkness which was blacker than any black.  Death waited with open arms.  And pain was worse than any known.

I was shocked at my arrival because I hadn’t known there was an actual place of burning and torture for us in this present existence. Continue reading GOING DOWN INTO HELL

KEY TO “NOTHING MISSING, NOTHING BROKEN”

 

key

 

When Hunny and I started off on a mini-vacation with our little motorhome, and things began breaking, I remembered Father’s words to me a couple months ago.  “Nothing missing, nothing broken”. It spoke to me of wholeness and completeness and the effect of His presence.

But did He mean more than the completeness of my soul and spirit?  Was that completeness also for our motorhome on this vacation? Or should I begin rationalizing because I live in a fallen world and this is the victimization I must expect?

How can that be?  In my mind, that was like saying “God is good in the spiritual but not so much in the natural because He is impotent in this fallen world”. Continue reading KEY TO “NOTHING MISSING, NOTHING BROKEN”

HOW CAN I AFFECT CURRENT DISASTERS?

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From my seat next to Jesus, I turned to Him and asked, “How can I affect these current disasters?  There’s a large hurricane headed for Florida and many fires burning in the northwest. And they aren’t exactly in my realm of influence, my kingdom.  So, my efforts aren’t as effective as someone who lives there and has the situation sitting in the middle of their heart.”

Continue reading HOW CAN I AFFECT CURRENT DISASTERS?

ECLIPSE OF THE SON?

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I’ve seen the eclipse of the Son, and no, I didn’t mean to say the sun. Although, I saw that one too and it was certainly a good physical example of a common spiritual circumstance.

I sat and watched as the sun was slowly obliterated by the intrusion of the moon and it reminded me of those moments in life when darkness creeps in and I can’t see the Light of Jesus.

It doesn’t mean I’ve stopped believing or lost my way, or that I’ll never see the Light again.  It means that something is blocking my view.

Continue reading ECLIPSE OF THE SON?

WILL I OFFEND SOMEONE? CAN’T I WRITE ANYMORE?

 

silent man

 

I was working on a couple of my new books last night when fear attacked me. It said, “Will I offend someone? Can’t I write anymore?”

I smiled, cocked my head, and I chalked this up to another piece of information. The spirit of offense wants me to be silent.

 

You see, I received an explosion from an offended group a few days ago.  I thought they were close friends and I had no idea what I’d written would offend them. Continue reading WILL I OFFEND SOMEONE? CAN’T I WRITE ANYMORE?

SABBATICAL FROM THE BATTLE

sabbatical

 

 

I had a dream about the aftermath of my battle with religion.

I was in an abandoned section of the house where I live. It was like an attached apartment. In the kitchen was a lot of canned and packaged food sitting on a big table inside the oversized pantry. A visitor came through, someone I knew, and he needed dinner for his family. I invited him to help himself and he chose 3 items that would make a complete meal for him and his family. He was pleased and I was happy that I could be generous.

After he left, I began going through the apartment shadow boxing evil entities as I saw them. I’d say out loud “Ka-pow! Ka-pow!” as I punched them. And they were cleared out one at a time. After they were gone, there was movement in the corner which I attributed to Angels and let them be. Continue reading SABBATICAL FROM THE BATTLE

ARE WE PRACTICING THE KINGDOM ON EARTH?

ascension

 

All creation is waiting for the revealing of the sons of God.  It is the one thing that will unequivocally change the way life on earth functions and display the qualities we so deeply desire.

No matter how godly this nation can become, it will never be The Kingdom of God on earth.  It will never be God’s expression of Himself on earth.  And our President can never lead us into that fullness.

Only we can do that by individually pursuing The Kingdom and our Continue reading ARE WE PRACTICING THE KINGDOM ON EARTH?

SHOULD WE ACCEPT TRAUMA AS NATURAL?

Have you ever noticed the wide field of trauma we experience and accept as a natural course of life?

Father told me some time ago to pay attention to it and keep it out of my realm where I have control and then ask Him to keep it out where I don’t have control. trauma

 

The core of Trauma is a demon who’s presence is destruction, decay, Continue reading SHOULD WE ACCEPT TRAUMA AS NATURAL?