I was up at 3 a.m, again at 5 a.m, and then finally at 7:30 a.m. I got up. It was a busy night of dreaming.
In the first dream, I was a black man working undercover, smuggling black slaves out of a work camp in Africa. I hid one man in a shop vac with his face covered while I used the vac until the truck arrived. When it did, I quickly unlatched the lid and we both scrambled into the truck which sped off to freedom. Continue reading SMUGGLING SLAVES TO FREEDOM – dreams
Big promises and empty smiles from other people, sometimes from brothers or sisters. What the heck! Was that a lie?
There you are, trying to have faith and believe that Father is bringing something wonderful your way through amazing developments, but then someone didn’t follow through, or they didn’t deliver. They Continue reading WHY IS MY BROTHER A LIAR?
For years I wasn’t comfortable commanding and rebuking stormy weather, but it’s what I was taught to do. I’d feel angry and
fearful reacting this way, and it didn’t seem completely appropriate. Even in the worst weather, I saw amazingly beautiful cloud Continue reading SHOULD WE SCREAM AT THE WEATHER NOW?
I was puzzled by the lack of logic which made Obama president, and now I’m amazed at the similar response making Trump popular. Then I heard Father tell me not to stand in wonder, amazed. And this is what He caused me to see.
People are desperate for radical change, but don’t know what that Continue reading OBAMA AND TRUMP – GOD’S TAKE ON OUR POLITICS
In a place of silence and peace, I can hear Father speaking to me and the conversation becomes very intimate. That’s because He knows every thought I have, often better than I know myself.
Sometimes we humans have unacknowledged thoughts and reactions hidden in foggy imprints from the past. These are impressions we never told anyone and barely noticed ourselves. Continue reading INTIMATE SECRETS
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
I know it was a terrible trauma. I know the wounds and scars are actually still bleeding profusely. I know you still cry uncontrollably at times.
But, would you consider this for just a moment? Would you consider that I know about abuse too, and that I’ve suffered greatly? Would you consider my proposal if I shared my awful stories? Continue reading MAY I ASK YOU TO CONSIDER DROPPING IT?
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
We all have buttons we’d like to destroy because people keep pushing them. And the results are chaos and turmoil.
This happened to me recently and I recognized that I reacted the same way every time with one particular person. The simple solution of walking away from her was not going to happen because I love her. She is family. And I want to understand what is between us.
So, I asked Jesus how to deal with this because I was beginning to fear her. I’ll call her Lisa. Lisa has a strong personality. But Jesus told me not to go to her in this instance because the problem was not hers but mine. The pain I felt was a button of guilt I had hidden deep inside myself years ago. I hadn’t handled life perfectly and therefore I’d caused pain to others, including Lisa. Continue reading DESTROYING BUTTONS
Recently, I ran across a little book I wrote 20 years ago which I had named “Sometimes God Works Backwards”. It reopened some not-so-happy memories about a brother’s attempt to bring me in front of a group for reprimand. That group was never convened because the others saw my story as a testimony, albeit extremely controversial one. Therefore, they advised me to keep it to myself, and not share it further, which I have done. Continue reading My Little Book Revealed
