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SABBATICAL FROM THE BATTLE

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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.

This apartment is not a place I like. It is old, dusty and outdated. But it’s still mine and I want the evil out.

As I talked with Father about this dream, it unraveled. This apartment is my platform. It’s where I share my experiences and revelations about The Kingdom. Over the years, I’ve accumulated plenty of food on the table for anyone who wanders through and wants it. But I don’t want to live there because ugliness keeps coming through along with the people. So I’ve taken a sabbatical to clear out the ugly buggars they leave lingering in the air.

Where did the ugliness come from? Well, some people might say that I’ve been a bit naive over the years. In my excitement about revelations from The Kingdom, I’ve shared freely with abandon.

And last year, there were some battles. But no worries, I survived. And I have cleared out the buggars of pain and woundedness from my heart. But I don’t want to actually occupy the apartment right now.

So, I’ve left Angels, hoping they will refresh the air. Then I may slap on a fresh coat of paint one day.

This article isn’t to request your sympathy but to share my journey. Many of you experience this need for sabbatical too. It’s a quiet time to clear out the lingering effects of the battle of religion.  Sometimes we don’t like the area where it happened, for a while anyway.

It’s a conundrum really. How the most beautiful and exciting revelations can cause such turmoil in folks. It doesn’t seem like that should be a result. But it is.

We don’t begin with intentions of insulting people. But it appears to be an inevitable reaction. Sharing new vision exposes the shortfall of the old vision. It doesn’t make the old vision worthless because it was the stepping stone forward. But, for people who love the old and have set it on a pedestal, the new is a threat to their idol.

But we all know this. Right? Yeah, well, we may share as gently as possible and we may learn to discern. But there will always be those that will be angry.  This is the cross Jesus told us to take up as we follow Him.  It is the one that produces persecution.

Idols tend to crash when they come down.  They never get off their pedestal quietly and easily.  And unfortunately for them, it’s the nature of new vision to be born. It is time. And regardless of the screaming and fear of a mother who hasn’t prepared herself, the birth will come. It will happen. And it won’t wait.

Usually, sometime after the birth, she will embrace the child and experience the joy.

In the meantime, Father calls us to learn more, and He loves us the same if we refuse. I’ve become OK with leaving well enough alone. It’s “well-enough” that doesn’t want to leave me alone. Religion taught us to pursue those who we perceive as lost on the path of theological error.  Millions of martyrs lay at the feet of this teaching.

So, that was my dream. And I have moved out of this section of my house. Although I pop in now and then to share the food on the table. But for the most part, I live in the family section where it’s warm and loving.

It’s a good place to live while clearing out the ugly buggars.

Thank you for sharing my journey. Blessings on yours.

Faith

GOD WEARS A PLAID SHIRT

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Hunny had a dream in which God wore a plaid shirt and looked like Andy Griffith.  It was an oddball answer to a couple days of illness.  And I want to share it with you because I enjoy the way Father performs uniquely in our life.

Tremendous pain coaxed him to call me home from work but my Hunny wouldn’t concede because he’s a tough guy.   So upon my arrival, we began the process: vitamins, herbs, and prayer.  I tried to visualize him well, but it was a weak vision at best. Continue reading GOD WEARS A PLAID SHIRT

HOW TO LOVE EVIL PEOPLE BY CREATING A NEW REALITY

 

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In spite of how far we’ve come as new creatures in Christ, most of us still struggle with how to love evil people.  While Father has been teaching me how to create Heaven on Earth, one tiny step at a time, He recently revealed that creating also has an effect on evil  people and the result makes them a whole lot easier to love.  So here goes some sharing. Continue reading HOW TO LOVE EVIL PEOPLE BY CREATING A NEW REALITY

DANGLING MY FEET IN THE RIVER OF HEAVEN

 

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I sat by the river of heaven today and dangled my feet in the water -while wearing my new shoes. Yep, I got some new shoes, and no, the water doesn’t damage them. And they’re gorgeous.

At first, I thought they were burgundy silk, but as they fit themselves to my feet, they came alive and morphed into magenta and then deep purple, and back again, depending on which way I turned.  They massaged and caressed my feet as though I had laid them in a bed full of squirming kittens. Continue reading DANGLING MY FEET IN THE RIVER OF HEAVEN

WHEN I FEEL USELESS, I’M NOT

Feeling useless has come when I haven’t seen Father outwardly active in me for a while and I begin to think I’m doing nothing, having no effect,  and just breathing air.

“Feeling useless” is a lie, of course. One that likes to show up just before Father surprises me with something special.

His surprise happened the other day via a young mother who was discouraged and frustrated.  She couldn’t get her child support from her baby’s daddy and they fought every time they talked. Continue reading WHEN I FEEL USELESS, I’M NOT

TERROR EVERYWHERE!

I woke up in the middle of the night.  There was terror in the air and a lot of “push/pull” between good and evil.  I sat up on the bed and said “There is a wall around my kingdom and only love lives inside”.  It felt a little better so I said it a couple more times while visualizing that wall from my Seat.  It was very tall wall, wide and strong.   Nothing could penetrate it.  Finally, there was peace and I went back to sleep.

We pray for the people of Paris who have been left with broken hearts and a badly shredded sense of safety.  They are not alone.  Around the world we stand on alert with tears in our eyes, searching for answers to stop the carnage of evil. Continue reading TERROR EVERYWHERE!

Getting Healed By Goofy Methods

Today I’m sharing a funny, strange healing that happened to me a couple years ago.

It started with my husband getting the stomach flu.  It was awful. For one full day he threw-up and the next two days he was in bed wiped out.  We prayed and prayed for him and nothing happened.  It was a terrible experience and my heart broke to watch.

Then two days after my husband was healthy again, I was hit.  It came on like a ton of bricks and knocked me onto the bed holding my stomach, rocking back and forth in terrible pain. Continue reading Getting Healed By Goofy Methods

“The Kingdom of Heaven at ROSE ROCK” by Faith Living.

Coming Soon!

This is ‘slightly in the future’ fiction about a homeless father and young son – invited by an Angel to step into ROSE ROCK, a community operating in ‘heaven on earth’ dynamics of supernatural proportions.

Estimated publish date after the 1st of the year 2016!

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Healing With Liquid Gold

And He said,

“Let me elaborate.”  To which my heart sighed in relief because I couldn’t understand alone.

“When you realized there was a hole, so to speak, in your husband’s armor, you saw a small piece of damage which left an open door to sickness.  It was there because of a previous situation in his life; one from his childhood; one he doesn’t remember.  Ministries have risen and died over this problem and the search for its solution. Great amounts of money have been poured into these holes and the resolutions have often been minor, at best.  You have witnessed this and wondered at the millions of souls chasing healing for wounds that don’t heal simply.  And yet, the solution is rather simple.  Come let me show you.” Continue reading Healing With Liquid Gold

THE POWER THEY HAD

The Apostles were able to raise the dead and heal the sick and even bodily transport instantly to other cities. Did you ever wonder why they were martyred? I mean seriously. With that kind of power at your fingertips, why would you not escape your enemy?

I asked Father this question. His answer was “Because they chose to. They knew their deaths willingly at the hand of their enemy was the only thing that would speak individually of Love to their enemy’s heart.

I can’t prove this to you, and in my research I only found one item that might substantiate it. In the story of Peter’s death there are some tales still lingering about that area, that Peter was well on his way to another city, away from harm, when he stopped and told those accompanying him that he was going back. They pleaded with him because it was his sure death. But he smiled and went back. Some believe he purposed in his heart to die at that time, during that situation because it spoke the loudest to the most people.

John was the only one who chose a different path completely. His enemy couldn’t kill him no matter how they tried, so they sent him to the Isle of Patmos in exile. Some believe he never died. And some believe he was not actually restrained by the remote island at all.

The Apostles knew the power that lived within them and I believe the incredible tales were concealed and watered down in an effort to keep the power of God from being known. I also believe you and I carry that same power. It lives inside you and me, and the only thing keeping it from that same level of display, is our maturity in Him.

However, this is where our future lies. This is where we are going. This time we won’t choose martyrdom. That was already done. We will choose to bring Heaven to Earth and His spirit will be poured out on all mankind. Every tear will be dried and we won’t need the sun to light our day. Our Savior will rule and reign and all mankind will be united in Love.

You may see what I see or you may see something altogether different.  This isn’t a topic for contention or disagreement but rather for contemplation.  Eventually you will make a decision.  It will become your Faith.  This is what I have come to believe.