My Father, Who Is In Heaven


He came for the sick

He came for the sick

When I pray this, I am addressing my heavenly father and my earthly father. It has become so personal to me and I have a picture of my father whenever I come before my heavenly father.

The longing in my heart is to see him again and to bring honor to him. I see all the little details of my life, woven together to form the fabric of my story. The purpose of my life. Defined by God, before my birth. It has taken me a while to see the calling and the plan. But I know that all of this pain is bringing me to the final conclusion. His promises are, “that all these things will work together for my good.”

I know that when we surrender our lives to Christ, we have been ransomed from the grave. I was bought with His blood. My life no longer belongs to me. But He is at work in me and through me.

I don’t represent myself on this earth, but Him. So though “I am in this world, I am not of this world”. I cannot be purchased by the material, since I’ve already been purchased by something which is more valuable than anything in this world. His blood.

Because of this, I don’t desire to have recognition or wealth. My desire is to fulfill His will for my life. This means to honor my father, even in his grave. Yes, I’ve screwed up many times. I’ve had my heart breaks and tantrums. I’ve screamed at my heavenly Father, “take this away! I don’t want it!” I’ve told Him, like the Israelites, “I was better off in Egypt.” The pain of these experiences have left me feeling abandoned and rejected. So much sorrow, that I can relate to His experience on the cross. I understand that cry of anguish, “Daddy, where are you? Why have you left me?” Sure, maybe Christ didn’t use this vernacular, but the meaning was the same.

My dad was a man who had faithfully served his country and his company. In the end of his tormented life, he was robbed by both. The only joy he had left was his job and his family. Now it had abruptly come to an end, by his own hand.

I certainly couldn’t find any good which could come from this. But then again, when most people looked to the cross and our Lord’s crucifixion, I’m sure they thought the same. I’m sure that at the time, His disciples looked to His death as the end. That Satan’s plan had succeeded. But the end is only for those who have no hope.

This was really the beginning. Our Lord told us that this is His very name. “The Alpha and Omega-The Beginning and the End.” Yes, now I am starting to understand how profound this message really is to mankind.

First, I had to go through these trials to comprehend the depth of His love for all of us. I had to let go of fear and pain and learn to trust My Father. He reminded me that, Christ did not come into this world to condemn us, but that through Him, we might be saved.”

Saved from what? Well, if I rounded up everyone who had brought harm to my earthly father and brought about this suffering, there wouldn’t be a prison big enough to contain them. As the heart of man is full of corruption, what purpose does prison serve? Besides being a drain on taxpayers, it only makes criminals worse.

No, our Lord told us that, “we are anointed to set the captives free.” But this is not by the laws of man. The law does not make one free. As Paul so eloquently stated in scripture, “Until the law was given, I had no desire to sin.”

As I pursued lawyer after lawyer. One law enforcement official after another, to bring justice, I realize that man cannot offer the justice I seek. “One man cannot give his life for another.” This is not going to bring honor to my father or peace to him. Because we are in a corrupt world, our whole system is designed to reward criminals and punish the innocent. It is contrary to our God.

Our Lords plan is always redemptive. His life for ours. He told us, “that the punishment that was meant to bring us peace, was upon Him.”  This is not restoration, or reformation. These things are temporary and without power. But it is regeneration, which only comes by the power of the Holy Spirit of God. The same breath that our Lord breathed into Adam. This is only accessed through our true repentance and the acknowledgement of His sacrifice.

So I pray to my heavenly father, “That His will be done, on this earth as it is in heaven.” As I do this I believe I am bringing honor to my earthly father, and in due time, my Lord will bring forth a harvest.

So, with this in mind, I step out in faith. I allow Him to direct me in the plan. I pray that “He would open doors which no man can shut, and close doors that no man can open.” All with the complete faith that He is drawing the final harvest to a close. I am part of His plan and I am blessed to be His  partner. In the end, whatever it takes, I pray I that I make both of my father’s proud.

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Guardian of Souls


As I have been blessed to be a part of so many people’s lives, coming and going, I realized, it has been a test, of sorts.

After the loss of my brother, and my father, a fact emerged, which I knew was something which was a gift, which the Lord had given me. In spite of the fact that it was quite painful He would use this gift, as the seed, to bring forth fruit. And the fruit would bear more fruit.

I was to be a witness to last wishes, as it were, and actually been in the presence of my brother, as the Lord took him home.

This would be the beginning, as I found, of the souls, which would be entrusted to me. I would make trips to the nursing homes, the hospice, hospitals, and literally, anywhere, which the Lord would see fit to send me. I would be in rooms with families, to usher those souls into the hands of the Lord. Sacred moments, prepared in advance.

I began to understand what the Lord meant when he spoke to Peter and he had a request for him, “feed my sheep,” he said. To tenderly care for the precious souls left in his care.

Timothy was reminded, “to guard, what had been entrusted to his care.Turn away from Godless chatter and the opposing ideas of what is commonly called, knowledge, in which some have professed and in so doing have wandered from the faith.” 1 Timothy 6:20

The Lord reminds us that he “guards the feet of his saints.” (That isn’t someone deemed a saint by the Catholic church either) It’s anyone called and anointed by God.

He has told us that when we’ve been tested and shown that we can be trusted with a little bit, then we can surely be trusted with the keys to the kingdom of heaven.

The problem is that most people cannot see past, ‘the little bit.’ Satan has them so blinded by pride, power, or greed, that this is where they begin to stumble.

Now, I have a true legal guardianship of my brother. In man’s legal terms it is written, Guardianship of person and property. But, stealing ones property to most people would really be infuriating. Although in my mind, this is not why I was called into action.

No, my calling and purpose was defined by God as a Guardian of souls. And this is what has been tampered with. My God owns the cattle on a thousand hills. So doesn’t all property belong to him? Yes. So it is the souls of these, which are of his greatest concern. This is why He steps in.

Yes, there’s a plan and it involves my calling. I know who I am. It has taken me a while to be sharpened for the task. But I see my lineage. There is my great uncle Harvey Graase. I laugh about him with my family. He worked for the US Department of Treasury. My mother and my relatives used to tell us the stories all the time. He lost his eye to a gunshot by Dilinger. He was one of the Untouchables. My Aunt told me when they would go to Chicago to visit him, they loved it. He was a rough kinda guy, just as he should be, and he’d reach under the bed, and grab a cigar box filled with different colored, glass eyes. He would tell them to pick out which one they wanted him to wear. Now that’s just plain cool. Urban legend? I don’t think so. I did a record search and got some of the papers. He certainly was working for them at that time, and my crazy cousin was right about one thing. A lot of the guys under Elliot Ness, sure didn’t get the credit they deserved. But then again, if he was anything like, I am hoping, he wouldn’t have wanted it.

Now, my point is there are true spiritual ‘Untouchable’s.’ And believing to be from that lineage, the Lord had already spoken this into existence. Elliot Ness had a difficult time finding ‘the incorruptible’ men. Just as our Lord has a tough time finding the ones untouched by the world’s pull. The ones to guard the soul’s entrusted to them. So, God being a supreme Elliot Ness, did speak of these chosen ones. The remnant. 1Chronicles 16:19-22 When they were but few in number, few indeed, and strangers in it, they wandered from nation to nation, from one kingdom to another. He allowed no man to oppress them; for their sake he rebuked kings; Do not Touch my anointed ones; do my prophets no harm.

There is no legal document which I need to give me this power.  It was ordained by God. It is the same providence which made Mordecai speak those famous words to Queen Esther, “Do not think that because you are in the kings house, you alone of all the Jews will escape. For if you remain silent at this time, relief and deliverance for the Jews will arise from another place. But you and your father’s family will perish. But who knows but that you have come to royal position for such a time as this?” Esther 4:13-14

All of us have unique callings and purposes, in this life. It is up to each and every one of us to choose whether we will fulfill this or not. God tells us, we have free will.

One day about a year ago, I had my bible stolen out of my car. It was a study bible, which I had for years. Many markings and scriptures highlighted. I decided to report it to the police, just in case, it was necessary for safety reasons. I still believed, the person needed it, more than I did.

When I sat down with the officer, he was a little stunned, that someone would steal my bible. After sharing that I had two perfectly good DVD, players, which were left behind, he laughed and said the same thing. “The person obviously needed this.” But then somethings strange. “Hey, do you have a big dog?” “What? No, why do you ask?” As I started thinking, maybe he got the letter’s mixed up, and he meant, God.

“Oh, I just know your name.I’ve heard it before, and thought someone said you had a big dog.” I thought that was really strange. But then the Lord has been reminding me of the moniker used for the Holy Spirit. And lately with what He’s been revealing to me, it’s all starting to make sense.

The other day, He reminded me of the primary reason He’s called me as Guardian of Souls. And everywhere I walk, I have the Hound of Heaven, with me. The Holy Spirit. He hunts people down. No one can bring me harm, nor harm to those who belong to my Lord. The Hound of Heaven literally pursues people to bring them to repentance.

The Lord loves all men, and His desire is to chase them down. He will do whatever it takes to bring them back from the brink of destruction. Men become insane with greed and lust. They do not know what they are doing, and the Hound of Heaven has a job. To sniff them out, and chase them down. To wear them down, until they can run no more.

Until they finally give up the chase and surrender. I have seen the criminals do this many times on the cop shows. The dogs, literally take them down. It’s sad, but they almost seem relieved. Sometimes this is what the Lord has to do to us.

Give up, while you still have time!

We’re Sheep In An Ashtray


I have scriptures on my table and pulled one out for my son. He said, “oh mine just says something about  sheep in an ashtray.” “What?” I said. “That’s impossible. There weren’t any ashtray’s in the bible.”

I already knew before grabbing the card from his hand, what it said, but began to laugh at the analogy. “All we like sheep have gone astray. Each of us unto his own way.”

“Oh,” he said. Laughing. As if it wasn’t really any different, since, really, when does a 13 year old boy ever, use the word, astray?

Ashtray, is definitely more appropriate, and hey, he may be slanging a new term for the Urban Dictionary.

I actually started using it since, it was so catchy. It has basically the same meaning which the Lord was trying to convey. And by taking a look at the world today, it is one big ashtray and we’re all in it. Very similar to “going to hell in a hand basket.” Perhaps more up to date.

I have been thinking a lot about the battles which continue to rage on and my place and position. I realize that in war, we all have a decision to make. Cut and run, or face our fear. This is what makes us braver.

I’ve faced the enemy and I’ve learned all his strategies. I’m not afraid of him anymore. As Paul said in scripture. “We’re not ignorant of Satan’s schemes.”

No we’re not. He’s the same today as he was in the beginning and he’s not going to stop. And neither am I. My goal is to continue the fight and storm the gates of hell.

I am the daughter of the king. I am of the lineage of Christ. I am anointed by Him.

He has already asked, “Who will take a stand for me against the wicked? My throne will not be allied with a throne of corruption.”

Yea, not too many out there that are willing to take that stand, I’ve found. It’s not for the faint of heart, and every one seems spineless. If I meet one more person who is supposed to be involved in law enforcement that runs and hides in fear, I’m going to throw up.

I can’t say everyone is like this, but I know that most people I’ve seen are just toothless lions. No power for a fight. Taking the perks of job, but the laws have become perverted.

Bullies everywhere and the public stands by and watches. Afraid to get involved.

About a year ago, I was at the baseball park when my son was warming up.in the dugout. As I sat down in the bleachers, my ex husband and my step daughter were sitting there talking for a while before I arrived.

I heard some yelling from across the field at my son’s side near the bleachers and the guy was just screaming and throwing this little, tiny girl into the bench. “Oh, that’s been going on for a few minutes.” My ex husband said.

“What?” I couldn’t believe this. Even though it was from across the field, I could see and hear it and it was horrible. But what made it worse, was that grown men were standing right by the dugout and no one was making a move to speak up for this little girl.

“That’s it!” I threw down my stuff and marched over to this big jerk. I now see the little girl sitting in front of him on the bleachers and she crying so hard that it’s obvious she can’t stop, but she’s trying to hold back. He’s sitting behind her like he’s the guard. “I look at him and try to speak in my most non-confrontational voice, so I don’t scare her. “Listen, I don’t know what you think you’re doing to this little girl. But I can hear you from across the field and it’s abuse. You need to keep your hands off of her or I’m going to call the police.”

Then I looked at her and said, “Are you ok honey?” She was. As he looks at me and says, “Don’t talk to my daughter.” But yet, amazingly, he doesn’t make a move toward me. I said, “I’m telling you that you need to keep you’re hands off of her and stop cursing at her. She’s terrified.”

Then he tells me, “I have every right to discipline my kid and the police would tell me this.” “Oh, you think so? Go ahead and call them. I’ll be happy to tell them how you’re throwing her around and I’m quite sure they won’t agree and their isn’t a court around that would agree either.”

At this point he quieted down. The little girl calmed down too. He almost seemed relieved that someone put a stop to his madness.

But the strangest thing was, one of the coaches came up later and said, “Listen, if you ever have a problem like that, you need to let me know. I work for the court system.” “Hmm,” I thought. “That’s really strange, cause you were standing right next to the fence, and should have spoken up.”

But this really is the way of the world. How many people, children, elderly, special needs, etc. must be hurt, before someone comes to their aid? “Who will take a stand for me against the wicked, says the Lord?”

Yes, we are all just sheep in an ashtray, but in the end, some of us, will be given “beauty for ashes!”

Take a stand, even if you’re the only one standing!

Don’t Embrace Deception, Destroy It!


I was thinking about my prayer journals that I have kept over the years. I will pick up one of them and begin to read. Always amazed at the miracles which I’ve experienced. I detail everything. Including dreams and the fulfillment of those dreams.

Many are prophetic, and I know the difference. They have a powerful influence, and spill over into my natural life. I feel the Lord revealing things and reminding me of the dream and it’s messages. I see the little reminders or signs, as He is revealing the prophetic meaning in my ‘real life.’

Many times, when it comes to prophetic dreams, being completed,  they have a repeating theme. I will think it has come to its conclusion, only to begin again. And I also realize it is for a much larger audience, that I had originally understood. Perhaps the Lord does not want to overwhelm me with this knowledge.

One such dream, was many years ago. I had been in leadership in a church. It was experiencing some shaking, in the top  and I had a profound dream. I knew it had something to do with this. I met with the pastor and his wife to share what I had seen.

It was indeed, quite prophetic, as the knowledge which I shared, I could have not known, had it not been the Lord who had revealed these things to me. At one point, I posed a question to the pastor and his wife about this particular part of my dream. They both looked at each other with as much surprise as can be expected when the Lord, “reads our mail.”

But now, as I said, This dream speaks to a much larger group than just that church from so many years ago. The Lord had me revisit this dream. And I will share this. You may ask the Lord how this applies to you or your life.

The dream:

We were all a large group, standing outside of the church. As we stood close to each other, someone screamed. I looked around, and the large crowd seemed to part, in a panic.

Right down the middle, ran a huge iguana. It ran straight up into a tree resting on the highest branches. Everyone screamed in terror.

I looked at the pastor’s wife. She had a large apple, in her hand. She proceeded to throw it. But instead of throwing it at the iguana, she tossed it straight up into the air.

I watched it go up, and as it fell, I placed my hand out to catch it. When I had it firmly in my hand, I drew my arm back and threw as hard as I could. I hit the iguana, and it fell out of the tree and died.

Everyone’s fear was immediately gone and replaced with a feeling of peace.

As I said, this dream I had in 1993. Almost 20 years ago. 

Now, after I had that dream, I was troubled. What did it mean? I knew what I was dealing with on a personal level, in that church. And it involved the leadership and a lot of drama.

One day we were having a church picnic, at the beach. As I was watching all the strange behavior’s of the people involved in this dream, the most bizarre of all, was what I would say the Lord used to shake me up.

A man was walking past all of us with an iguana. As one of the people asked him to stop, she said, “May I hold it?” As she took hold of this iguana, I remembered my dream. I couldn’t believe this woman, who was very involved in this mess, was now standing before me, petting and cuddling this iguana. It was so bizarre, that this in itself, seemed like a dream.

Now the Lord told me, to remember the details of this dream. When I returned home, I opened my journal and read. This iguana, symbolized, something. The Lord revealed to me that it was, “Deception.” The Lord revealed that this woman was, “embracing deception.”

Next, I thought of the division, caused by, ‘deception.’ As this spirit ran through the crowd, terrifying everyone.

I thought of the ‘apple.’ Which I realized, has always been implicated in the fall of man. Apple, would be symbolic of ‘sin.’ And in my dream, the pastors wife seemed to have the power to address this spirit, but, she allowed it to rule.

So, after the apple was tossed up, it then fell into my hands. I didn’t hesitate. I landed the fatal blow. I realized I couldn’t wait, or this sin, would not only destroy me, but everyone else. This is what ‘deception’ will do.

Well, we know that deception is just another name for Satan and his army. The Father of Lies.

Now, as I was thinking of this in a broader sense, I realized that I have since found out much more about this dream. As I look back, I realized, that was one incident. Now, I have in my hands, the ability to take him down. The Lord has given this to me. Just as He did for David. He took 5 smooth stones, but he only needed 1. Because the Lord’s power is upon me.

So now, I wait. I pray and ask Him to show me, what, when, where. It is His timing and His plan. But I know that He tests His servants, to see if they are worthy to carry out the plan. It means we must die to ourselves. If we begin to ’embrace deception,’ the plan is rendered powerless. We must totally surrender to our Father’s will. Seek Him. It is a plan to deliver all men from evil. Not just some. And no one can earn this great gift.

It is ours by grace. When ‘deception’ falls and dies, our lives are resurrected. The scales will fall from our eyes, and we will see clearly. And we will not see a horror in a tree, but, Jesus Christ. The one who gave His life on a tree, for us! There’s nothing more amazing, or more beautiful than this!

The Seer Anointing

Touch Me


The Leper Healed by His Touch

I have gone through a healing and deliverance. I can see so clearly. I look back on my walk as a believer and see the mountain experiences. When it seemed I was at the very peak of my spiritual existence and I couldn’t get any higher. I was with the Lord, on the Mountain of Transfiguration.

Then, there I was, plummeting to the ground. Battered and bruised. A total mess. I was so deep in the valley, I felt that looking a pair of Converse shoes, was a tall order. Yet, I still had enough strength left in me, to reach out. If I could just, but “touch the hem of His garment, I would be healed.”

Yes, so many times, I thought I was healed. But we all have this journey that we’re on. And we haven’t arrived. It is the experience in the valley, which teaches us. This morning, He had so much, that He wanted to show me.

I felt a lightness in my spirit. I felt my joy, returning. I know, because I can get outside of myself, and look at others, in their pain and suffering, and feel compassion. Yet, more than that, I want to touch it. I long for them to be healed. To know the Savior’s love and comfort, in the midst of their suffering.

He reminded me this morning of the grief I had felt after the loss of my brother. As I realized that is was his death, which brought me to the knowledge of Him, He also showed me that now, His calling was for me to touch others. My brother’s death was not in vain. Oh, the lives He touched. Not just mine. But each time, I would go to someone, dying with AID’s, I knew, this was a memorial to my brother.

I finally understood how important, the touch, really is. First He had to deal with my own anger over my brother. I would cry out, “How could a life full of suffering and alienation, be cut short in this way? How can anything good come from this? He already had, cerebral palsy. Alienated by people for most of his short, life. Now this?” Members of my own family, voiced their fears, about him, coming into their home, after finding out. I had friends, who implied, they weren’t sure if he had infected my home. After all, he had visited me. Painful enough, for me, I knew for him, it was much more painful. I couldn’t understand what good could be borne of this.

Then, He showed me the purpose. As I was filled with compassion for those who were dying, I would go to them. I met people, who had been ‘cut-off,’ from family and friends. Fearful of catching this dreaded disease. It broke my heart to see people like this. The one thing they needed most, and they didn’t have it. Human touch.

Now I read the account of Jesus, and the leper.(Luke 5:12) He begs the Lord to heal him, if He is willing.” The Lord responds, “I am willing, and He reaches out and touches, the leper.” This was a disease which was highly contagious. People were forbidden to have contact with the lepers, for fear of spreading this dreaded disease.

We can see accounts of Christ healing, by merely speaking a word. Yet, He reminded me, that it was important to touch, those who have been so reviled. This is the miracle to them. It is not the physical healing. It is the fact that, we step outside of ourselves. Outside, of our fears and repulsion. Outside of our stereotypes and laws.

I went into the hospital once to visit and pray. The AID’s ward. I went from room to room. As I came upon one man, he grabbed my arm so tightly with tears in his eyes. I know my own eyes filled with tears as well. He so longed for someone, to love him. To show that they were not afraid to touch him.

The hospital would tell me, that I had to don a mask and gloves, as I visited these patients. But I could not. Unless I was sick, they were the ones, who were susceptible to opportunistic sickness. Not me.

The saddest thing I had seen was a man named, Denny. I had visited him, at a residence for people with AID’s. His parents had found out, that I would come and pray with him. His mother, said, she was so touched by our visits. Her husband, however, was much older, and he had cancer. He was afraid to come into Denny’s room. So he would put on a mask and visit him, through his screen window. The last day of Denny’s life, the father, watched him slowly ebb away, without so much as a hug goodbye, for fear of this disease. It was beyond heartbreaking.

This is what fear will do.  It keeps us away. Paralyzed. Ineffective. Hiding from those who need us most. It will  separate us from others, and from the Lords calling, to touch, people for Him. We become His hands. His feet.

How important is touch? I was reading an article about the importance of touch, and newborns. It was in a study, they found that newborns required, not only attention to their basic needs, but human touch. Without this, they would begin to waste away.   It is mentioned throughout scripture, again and again. I was reading all the scriptures this morning and was amazed, at how often it’s used, and how powerful the dynamic. Not only is it mentioned for healing, but the scriptures speak of touch, causing death. “Do not touch, any unclean thing, or you shall die.” (Lev. 5:2) Eve, must have seen the importance, as she altered Gods’ own words, to the serpent, when she claimed He told them, they couldn’t eat, or touch, the Tree. When God did not say that. He didn’t mention touch, so this lie began the downward spiral. The serpent knew, he already had her, since she had just lied.

So powerful is touch, that the woman who reached out, and grabbed the hem of Christs, garment, was healed. Yes, Christ told her it was her faith, which healed her, but her faith was evidenced, by her touch.

I felt it this morning, as I took my mother to the doctor. I was under a spell. The lies, which were binding me, to keep me from touching others. I know that it is by doing this, I am healed. As the woman, touched the Lord. It was this pouring out of myself after the loss of my brother, that kept me from totally falling apart. I saw my brother in each person, I gave my love to.

The Lord had sent me out into this world with a purpose and a compassion born of my suffering. He also reminded me of what my suffering is about. I share this cup with him so that I may be like Him and fit for His use. I have wasted too much time, falling prey to fear and sickness. I know that He has given me a chance to climb out of the valley. Up to the mountain. But He reaches down to touch me. To help me up. I’m to turn and help others too.

Then as fear engulfs me, He reminds me of the message He has given to the world and I am comforted by this.  “Touch not my anointed ones, and do my prophets no harm.” (1Chron.16:22)

So as I am walking out of my darkness, while He holds me close, I will try to remember, when the enemy comes, to “sift me as wheat,” I have only but to reach out and touch HIM!

The Shofar Shall Sound…


It isn’t as if we don’t have enough time. We have all the markers. We have the teachers to teach and the signs all around us. But hey, even when the rich man and Lazarus had their stint, the rich man died and found out he was all wrong and it stated, he could actually see Lazarus resting at Abraham’s side, yet there was a great chasm, fixed between him and them and he was in great torment.

He found that hell, was indeed, real. Yet, when he spoke to Abraham, he could hear him. “Abraham, please send Lazarus to dip his finger in water and cool my tongue because I am in great agony in this fire.”  Now I am giving you the short synopsis, however, in his life, this rich man had everything he needed and Lazarus had nothing.

At this point Abraham reminded him of this and now, the rich man begged him, “father, then send Lazarus to my father’s house, for I have five brothers.Let him warn them, so that they will not also come to this place of torment.

At this point Abraham told him that they already had the law and the prophets available so what else was needed? Well, he, much like everyone else seems to believe, stated, “No father Abraham, but if someone from the dead goes to them they will repent.”

This is when he replied, “If they do not listen to Moses and the Prophets, the will not be convinced even if someone rises from the dead.”

Yes, it is all a matter of sin and the hardness of the heart, isn’t it? Some people just don’t want to turn away. And that is the reason for the trumpet blasts and the signal. It is a wakeup call.

Now my pastor was just teaching on Yom Teruah or Rosh Hoshanah. It is the Feast of Trumpets. It is fascinating to be sure because it is spoken of in the scriptures as the trumpet blows(1cor 15:53) That which is perishable must clothe itself with imperishable”;meaning perishable cannot enter heaven with this body, which is the very reason that Christ’s was not recognizable in His own resurrected body at first. He walked and talked with his own disciples and yet they had not even known it was Him. He entered into the upper room right through the walls. “The mortal, with immortality.” Meaning for those who are alive at His coming will be transformed into new creation, not able to die. “then the saying is true; Death has been swallowed up in victory.”

Now once again I am reminded of the prophetic dream that I had been given by the Lord, about 18 years ago. He very clearly told me, “The harvest festival is about to begin….but we must prepare for aras…and to look this up in my Concordance. Upon searching the Hebrew interpretation, I found this nugget. It was a root meaning; to be engaged to, espoused to, betrothed. Which is a word picture. I am after all…the Bride. Anyone who professes to love Him and belong to Him is engaged to Him and is in a state of preparing to meet him. Remember, He goes to prepare a place for His bride. In Isaiah 54, He has told us, “For your Maker is your husband-the Lord Almighty is His name- the Holy One of Israel is your redeemer; He is called the God of all the earth.

Now as my pastor reminded us of this festival. I kept thinking of my dream. He spoke later of the bowl judgements in Revelation and everything that the Lord does is because of His love for His creation and His longing for His children to be set free from the captivity of this world system and it’s corruption.It is this corruption that is destroying everything in this world and it isn’t getting better. Look, our Lord told us that , “the creation itself will be liberated from its bondage to decay and brought into glorious freedom of the children of God. That is our future glory. (Romans 8:21) Is man really so arrogant as to think that they can accomplish so lofty a goal as this? 

Satan has set up his domain for a while but it is coming to an end and he is filled with  fear. The saddest thing is that even as the final  judgmentsare about to come upon the earth some men will curse God. Yes, instead of turning to Him, for shelter,they willcurse Him and blame Him with their dying breath.

I am always blessed to hear my pastor teach because it’s most profound and something that I haven’t heard. It was a new deeper understanding on the prayers of the saints in Revelation 8. (saints-that’s us folks) Not someone deemed by the Catholic church btw. Now when he spoke about the silence in heaven for half an hour, and it’s astounding when you think about it, because it is the knowing that the final judgements are about to fall regarding the sins of the people on the earth and their refusal to repent  in spite of the tribulation. This is where the prayers come in. I don’t mean some “Our Father’s.” These are fervent, intercessory prayers.Nothing ritualistic in nature. He speaks about the bowl and the harp. Prayers, being combined with our worship, to the Lord.A fragrant offering to Him on behalf of these souls. Read Revelation 8 and see the visual of this. It’s quite fascinating. 

 They are mixed with incense and hurled back to the earth with peals of lightening and thunder. I would encourage you to listen to these teachings. They are very helpful when understanding the prayer life and our place in these last days. But as my pastor also pointed out, as important as our prayers are, we cannot change the appointed times for Gods judgement. We can only change the outcome by our intercession. His times are sealed.

All I can say to believers is…Look up! Your redemption is near! Oh yea and I to Satan…Be Afraid..Be Very Afraid!

A Divine Appointment in Walmart


In the arms of the angel

I went to Walmart today and I thought I was going to pick up a few things, but the Lord had different plans.

As I was pushing my shopping cart, I heard a voice, A woman was asking, “How do I wear this scarf?” I told her, “Oh, that’s the great thing about scarves. They’re very versatile. I showed her a couple things she could do with it and then she asked, “Does it look ok with these tops?” “Sure,” I told her. Those are great colors.

Then she looked very sad. I’m flying to Iowa to go to my sister’s funeral. She just died. “Oh, I’m very sorry.” “Yes, she was murdered. She helped delinquent boys and two of them were at her house one night. She went down to her basement to get them some soda and when she was coming up the stairs, they beat her to death with some dumbells.”

“What?! That’s terrible!” At that moment I knew she needed a hug and she just began to cry. “Don’t worry, the Lord holds everyone accountable for their deeds and you will see your sister again, I told her.” “Will I?” “Yes, you will.”

Then she asked, “Can she see me?” I told her “No she can’t see you because she is in a place where there is no pain or sorrow and to see you would cause her great pain, however, she is before the face of the Lord. The Word of God tells us that “to be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord.”

She told me, “my mother felt something touch her cheek one night.” I said, “yes, that is the Holy Spirit. He is called The Comforter. He comes to comfort all who mourn. He is the one who Jesus spoke of when he told his disciples that He must leave and go to the Father so that He could send the Holy Spirit to live in us, the believers. I shared with her my own experience when my brother died and my journey to find the truth and how God lovingly tells us that “if we search for Him with all of our hearts He will be found by us.” I reminded her that it was for this reason that I had crossed her path. “Yes!” She said, that’s true! I was shaking and so upset. Now I have goosebumps! I want to get a bible! I prayed with her, right there in the store and we went to the bible section, (glad Walmart has bibles) and she bought one. “I can read this on the plane! “Where do I start?” “Well, I always recommend the book of John, since he was a young boy when he started following Jesus and he has a childlike account.

We exchanged numbers and she said, I can’t believe it, I’m not even shaking anymore! I laughed and said, “well, that’s because when you ask the Lord to be your savior, you have a peace in your life. It doesn’t mean that you won’t have trials. Yet, you know that you have a life to come. This body of flesh is passing away.It is temporary.

She told me that she was 69 years old and has been married for 30 years and I thought it has been all this time that the Lord has waited before he has finally made this divine appointment for her. But the word of God says that “when one sinner repents all the angels in heaven rejoice,” and her sister was right there with them.

Upon returning home I shared this story with my daughter. “How come people just start telling you things like that?” She asked. “Well, ” I reminded her, “that Jesus had said, “no one can come to me unless the Father who sent me draws him.” (John 6:44) So it is by the power of the Holy Spirit in the believers that a person is being drawn and only at the Lord’s direction. He alone knows if it is time for that person, perhaps because they are searching or prayers being answered. We are the vessels that carry the Spirit. Remember? When we offered our lives to the Lord we told Him to use us as His servants for this very purpose. We die to ourselves so that He can live through us. This is why the world and its trappings must become insignificant to us or we will miss opportunities like this. My errands would have been more important than this womans extreme grief and I would have missed a chance to resurrect a dead spirit. This is why the Lord told us that we have the resurrection power living in us now.

It is said that if you are born once, you will die twice. The death of the flesh and the death of the spirit. But if you are born twice (born again) you will  die once. The death of the flesh. You will live eternally.

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