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WOMEN IN THE KINGDOM

 

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In several ways lately, Father has highlighted the peculiar struggle that only women encounter in their lives on Earth.  One way or another, men take authority over us and we don’t always give that authority freely but rather it is forced upon us.  Either religiously, through the misuse of scripture, or physically through overpowering.

Women’s hearts are made to nurture others, not defend ourselves.  So, when it happens, we suffer first from the knowledge that defense is necessary and secondly from being forced to acquire a trait that is against our nature.

I asked Father what He was trying to show me, and He replied, “Can you see the difference in The Kingdom?”

Then I looked from My Seat over my kingdom and saw that there was no difference in male or female. The Kingdom is spiritual.  Yet it is where we sit while we rule and reign on Earth. Continue reading WOMEN IN THE KINGDOM

HAVE YOU HAD ANY VISITATIONS?

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(an informal interview with my journalism friend, Nick Brauer)

 

Nick:      “Have you had any visitations? Has Jesus or anyone else appeared to you?”

Faith:      “Yes, actually He has.  And many others too.  Jesus came to me about 22 years ago and I couldn’t look up.  His presence was so intense and humbling that I sunk to the floor and all I saw was His feet while He was talking to me.  Then He reached down and pulled me up, but I still couldn’t make myself look up at His face and I cried and cried.  He hugged me and then put something in my hand before He disappeared.  Later, when I was finally composed and went to do chores, my hand was still clasped.  And when I opened it I saw a pencil and heard Him say, over my shoulder, “Now, you’ll write for Me.” Continue reading HAVE YOU HAD ANY VISITATIONS?

Picking Diamonds in Heaven (vision)

October 2012
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)