This message was received from The Father about a year and a half ago.
I finally posted it to share last Valentine’s Day.
I’m reminded to share it again because while the world looks at acknowledging “love” by a date on the calendar – The LOVE of our life, Jesus, always looks at us with an eternal, everlasting love. And that’s THE ONLY LOVE that matters!
So, here’s the truth about: “The Fire of Agape Love”
(Author Note: This post has been modified since it was first published.)
Magnificent. Beyond Expression.
Yahuveh Ahava is magnificent.
I am Overwhelmed
Upon waking and hearing the song above as the radio began to play at 6:01am…I knew was no accident. I had been woken at about 4am, by the sound of raindrops. I next found myself going into prayer.
That song was followed by this one:
The manifest presence of God is amazing
Pray in The Spirit…
Let Him elevate you Into The Light
He is Glorious
Blog post insight
So the reason for this blog post was quite unexpected. The words wrote themselves and it was the fastest post to publish.
I originally had chosen a different music video than what is there now. That again, is intentional on God’s part. As you watch, “Into The Light”…pay close attention to the frames where you see LIGHT all by itself (it occurs at :48/:50, 1:57/1:58, 2:10/2:11, 2:13/2:14, 3:09). He has directed me to share those specific image frames with you.
I feel the need to mention that there are a couple of frames within this video that gave me pause…but those aren’t to be the focus.
Back to the point: The radio clicked on the morning at about 6am. This is going to sound odd, but when the radio started, I don’t know where I was (in the Spirit) because I started praying at 4am and never stopped. When “This” started I was somewhere between prayer and dozing).
Somehow I had come into the presence of the most amazing Light I have ever seen in my life. It was nothing like the sun and it didn’t hurt my eyes to look at it. The song “Overwhelming” came to mind as the dream/vision was ending and the music on the radio pulled me back. I distinctly remember wanting to get closer to the light. But I wasn’t walking to it. It was as if The Light contained a force that was pulling me to it. For the first time in my life, I felt complete peace and love unlike anything I have ever known. I think I recall that my mind was begging for it not to end.
All the songs that were included were somehow part of what happened. As in, I either felt them happening or heard them when I saw this Light.
It was utter Beauty.
Father, I ask that your manifest presence fall on every soul reading this. And may your Holy Spirit anoint the chosen ones you are about to raise up.
Your reconciliation must happen for restoration…may your will be done and your purposes fulfilled.
I pray that as Judgements fall, the souls far from you…the fence sitters, skeptics and unbelievers, say YES to you.
In Jesus Name, Amen
God Bless and wrap you all in His liquid love.
Not so very long ago, I thought I would write a Memoir.
Then Joy mentioned that it was not to be and as I listened to her words through tears, I was confused. I now understand why her words were truth.
A memoir is something that is written to Chronicle your life – written through your own worldly eyes. A Testimony is entirely different. It is a story that is told from the perspective of The Holy Spirit.
The moments are becoming more frequent where I cannot wait to put pen to paper and resume the work He has given me, guess that should be no surprise. When we delight ourselves in Him, he gives us the desires of our heart (Psalm 37:4)
However, I do not know how long I will continue that work because I recently had a vision of a wall-style clock and its hands were spinning so fast they were almost out of control.
While we need to be aware that things are going to happen that will leave us in shock, in awe; sad and grieved, that they are happening – they were foretold. They are more than the beginning of birth pains. They are our sorrows and His.
In fact, I am reminded that I had written about this 4 months ago when I was given a vision about Darkness Descending.
As darkness continues to descend, something is going to happen. This is tied to the Event that is ahead. God has told us within His Word that His Spirit resides within us. For those that have completely given themselves over to the Work of The Spirit, to God’s plan for The Earth, this event is tied to you.
You need to recognize what is happening and what is at stake. Recall Ephesians 6:10-18, that we fight not against flesh and blood but against that which is unseen. That is exactly what this is about. Consider this video snippet. Tris is sent into an induced simulation. But even in this simulation, she is dealing with a reality…an alternate reality:
Tris doesn’t make the choice in the simulation and EVEN THAT affects her result. If it didn’t matter that this was JUST in her MIND, consider how much more important IT IS FOR US.
Jesus tells us specifically that the battle starts in the mind. Have you ever read the end Zechariah 14? You might want to…I won’t say more than that right now.
Instead, I’ll spell it out…the enemy has an army, but so does God. If you haven’t noticed there are a lot of voices out there saying the moment of decision isn’t just ahead; it’s here, it’s now.
What that means is, your decision doesn’t get to wait until your facing Yahushua at the Judgement seat of Christ. The decision rests on you, in this moment – now. It rested on the hearts and minds of the 59 souls who lost their lives in Las Vegas. And WE ALL pray they were right with God.
I’ll add this right now…Father, I lift up those souls to you NOW and ask you to give them the chance to say YES to you and acknowledge who YOU ARE.
Reading this on your laptop or device you might laugh at the idea about the concept of having to “chose,” but I don’t recommend it. Our enemy is out to steal, kill and destroy and he isn’t out to make promises he can keep.
God doesn’t want to see that happen, he doesn’t want anyone to perish. The enemy lives in the dark and he prowls the earth. (Job 1:7)
God does not just LIVE in the Light – HE IS THE LIGHT.
Thus, we approach the ultimate showdown and that is what you need to understand. If you have not read the Book of Revelation or the Book of Genesis, you should. Because Revelation wraps up what was begun in the Book of Genesis.
The Serpent tempted Eve. Have you ever figured out how Eve stumbled? I went back to Genesis and studied Eve because we have a lot to learn from her. the devil twisted his words intentionally to throw Eve off. She was unprepared for it…she ever so slightly misquoted The Father’s Words and that is how the enemy took the upper hand.
Well, the battles addressed in the gospels of the New Testament and especially in the Book of Revelation, is the conclusion of that epic saga.
Adam and Eve were innocent and naive. Ultimately, Eve is blamed for the fall of man (this is prophetic ladies, because ultimately a woman give birth to a man who reconciles ALL). Eve’s stumble doesn’t have to be repeated by us. She wouldn’t want us to “fall” into the same error she did.
I think Eve would want us to be Encouraged as we MOVE forward.
And as each of us IS being moved we need to remember that God knows where He needs us and will get us there.
Per Daniel (12:4) the books of prophecy were to be sealed until the time of The End. I believe The Holy Spirit is sharing with each of his beloved certain specifics regarding “The day and the hour.” Know that each of you who is committed to our Creator is going to be called forth and enlisted in God’s Army. And that is a GOOD thing. What I will share here, is that I’ve been shown Daniel 12:3 is actually referring to The 5 Wise Virgins.
Don’t be unprepared. Fight the good fight and ASK for your placement.
Know where you STAND and Remember that the darkness cannot exist where there is LIGHT.
Be ARMORED up (Eph 6:10-18) and ready because…
The Call is about to be made.
Father God, This is the first time I have ever approached writing about Dad.
I love you, Lord. You are my Creator.
With your blessing, I’m going to start out writing him a Thank you letter.
I want to share thoughts here about the man you orchestrated to be my earthly Dad. Thank you for that…
This doesn’t come easy. I guess writing letters to those we’ve loved, then lost and grieve over are just naturally going to stretch us.
First, I want to Thank you…for being my Dad. I know neither one of us was perfect and I was only 17 when you died, so we didn’t get much time together after we buried Mom.
What didn’t I get a chance to say that I want to say now? I love you. I know I didn’t say that nearly enough. I would have hugged you way more often, too.
I’m sorry that I wandered off that day at the Park and disobeyed you. I’m sorry that I didn’t come back home to live with you once your time caring for Mom was over. My human mind believes that decision (on my part) was a tragic mistake, even though I know it was all part of God’s plan. I’m sorry I didn’t listen to your words and advice and pay more attention in general.
And if I thought I got short-changed with my time with Mom, then there is no doubt the same happened for us. In hindsight, now I see how every moment was a cherished gift. I also understand why in the book, “Imagine Heaven,” so many people who have experienced NDE’s (Near Death Experiences) express that “we who are living, miss out on the best parts of life.” (paraphrased)
I loved you teaching me how to make home ground/brewed coffee. Back in those days, the early 80’s, the Seattle coffee scene hadn’t quite gained its momentum. And besides our time on the tennis court, my favorite memories of you are walking in at 7am from having gone to pick up the Seattle Times and your cup of coffee. (Tears…)
Then you bought the coffee grinder and we started making coffee at home…you even enlisted my help. I loved grinding the beans and smelling its aroma (better than it tasted!). But what made my heart sing was when you would pour me a cup and prepare it “cafe ole” style (because it was caffeinated.)
We’d sit at the table and often enough indulge in the small bag of Dunkin’ Donuts you brought home. I will never forget how excited I was each time you did that.
Thank you for believing in me, for seeing my potential as a tennis player. Maybe you saw more in me than I did in myself.
Thank you for when you took us to The Enchanted Forest and Point Defiance. For having Marci take me to Wild Waves. I have never forgotten that day. Though I missed Mom, I loved Marci…and she brought part of me back (albeit all too briefly) that had disappeared with Mom’s absence. I’m glad she was in your life, near the end.
Thank you for standing up for me at school and teaching me Judo after I was beat up. Thank you for showing me what character and integrity look like. For caring for Mom until the very end…I do know she was the love of your life. I’m so sorry for the anguish of losing her. Thank you for getting her out of the motel and those 2 or 3 years of retirement.
As I write, I look at your picture taken at the family wedding in 1980. It’s hard to believe that that photo marked the beginning of so many changes ahead.
Thank you for taking me out to visit Mom’s family the year she died. I’ve never forgotten that…even though that trip had drama of its own.
I only want to write about the good memories here, because Part II is going to be so very different…
More than anything, I want you to know I appreciate every thing you ever did for our family. Thank you for loving us. Thank you for having served your country.
I want you to know, I have made mistakes. Lots of them. If you’re in Heaven and reading this then you already know that meeting with Betty before I left Kent was a turning point. And God knew exactly what He was doing that day.
The only thing I was ever sad about was that I never got to see where you worked in air traffic control. We often talked about my coming for a visit to the tower one day…and although I’m not sure where they are now, I kept the beautiful photos you gave me of the Blue Angels flying over Boeing Field for a long time. I treasured those….
Dad, whatever God’s plans are for me…I will always be your little girl.
Love you, Daddy…
Post Script: Related Scriptures
This morning after I wrote and published this, I was reminded by the Holy Spirit of the words “Honor thy Father.” How could I forget that Honor your Father and Mother are the 6th of the 10 Commandments found in The Book of Exodus. You can find it under Exodus 20:12.
By writing this letter I was honoring both my earthly Dad and My Heavenly Father…there was a reason I felt compelled.
Blessings to All
Author’s Note: This is part of a Testimony of God’s Grace. Although these events occurred when I was a teenager (15-17 years old) the memories are nearly as fresh today as they were then. My style of writing has changed little…the difference is I have had time to practice writing on these blogs and have been directed to share these experiences for “Such a Time as This.”
I stared at the breakfast plate in front of me – picking at food I couldn’t focus on.
Tired and lacking sleep – my eyes were still heavy and puffy from tears. I didn’t want to be here. Almost anywhere, but here. Then again, I didn’t want to think about the next place we would be driving to.
“Kenzel, you need to eat” Dad’s voice said from behind me. “Eat so you can take this”- handing me another pill. “Dad, I don’t need it. I’m all cried out. I”ll be fine.”
I looked up at him as he held the tranquilizer out for me. “Take it.”
“Dad, seriously, please.”
I picked the horse size pill out of his hands and looked at it as he walked away.
Tears formed but at this moment they weren’t because I was sad over having to bury Mom. On top of everything, Dad wasn’t willing to believe I would be ok…that I didn’t need the influence of a drug.
I glanced over at my cousin Pam, a specialist as an RN/ER Nurse. She must have observed the situation and her eyes were still fixed on me.
I looked down in shame. She got up from her chair and walked over.
“You know you don’t need that.”
“I know, I told him. I don’t like how it makes me feel either. But he doesn’t believe me when I tell him I’ll be okay” and I took it. Downing the glass of water to wash away the nasty taste.
“He’s dealing with this the best way he knows how.”
I nodded, still finishing the water.
The tears started to flow, making it hard to see, until they started cascading down my cheeks.
The drive that day to the cemetery went in slow motion. I kept wishing (and hoping) that I could somehow take my hands and stop the car from pressing forward in motion. Each mile got us closer to an ending I was unprepared for.
The tranquilizer on an empty stomach was doing me no favors.
Finally parked in front of the Mortuary, I opened the door and stare at the ground. Stepping out, I look at the building behind our car and think to myself, “What are we doing here? This isn’t really happening…” Walking towards the door, I can feel my body moving but am not connecting that my feet are in motion.
Is the world spinning? I’m not sure I can feel my jello like legs.
Yes, I am breathing.
Someone opens the door I am staring at – I step in. I’m reminded of the sterile smell of the hospital, but I’m sensing an underlying presence. In a hospital, there is still hope. In a cemetery the only hope is your prayer for eternal salvation.
Wait…this is the same place we came the other day to select Mom’s casket. I wonder about turning back the hourglass.
My head slowly turns as my body follows my feet. I recognize no one. I see a chair in the corner and sit down. Maybe if I sit I will sink into the cushion and translate into a different time and space. Someplace where death is unknown. My opportunity to do so is limited…
Dad approaches me, then gestures with the prompt, “It’s time to go in” (go in where? I think to myself.)
I stand – or try to – and realize I’m under “full” sedation now.
“I don’t know if I can make it back there, Dad.” He and my Aunt stand on either side of me and provide their arms to keep me upright.
How ridiculous and embarrassing this is.
We arrive at and pause outside a room down the hall. Inside, there is a silver casket set up. As I recall, Mom asked for a plain wooden box – but the day we came to purchase it they said they didn’t stock that style. Oh – Nooo…Mom is in that silver casket! I stay on the far side of the room.
I watch as people walk in and one by one walk by – then glance. They touch her folded hands, say something quietly and move on. Some say a prayer and then their good-byes.
I am in a blur. I continue to try and edge closer to her casket but fear steps in and I back away. I finally notice my older brother in front of the casket and I go stand next to him. We exchange soft conversation. He leans over and kisses her forehead. Observing him do that makes me grimace…(for some reason I think of Judas kissing Jesus in Gethsemane. I have no idea why)
Even now, in real time I weep heavily as I recall this.
After he kisses her forehead I slowly reach out to touch her folded hands. The hands that held me tightly after waking from a bad dream. The hands that held my hair back when I had a stomach bug, the hands that made the hurt — hurt less — or not at all.
Her hands are like ice. I am horrified. They are hard, cold, devoid of all that makes God’s created body beautiful. Her ash-gray colored skin is unnatural.
This is not normal. I look at her and think silently “Wake Up.” Nothing, no response. In my mind I think, maybe if I say those words out loud, she will come out of this. I whisper “Wake Up – please?” Still nothing.
I cannot believe I am staring at her. I cannot believe she is not breathing. Living. Loving. Laughing. I do not comprehend how this is possible.
I step away and return to the casket a couple more times. It’s not long before staff enter the room and it’s evident that graveside services will proceed. I walk out before they close the lid.
This is sickening.
I do not recall the graveside ceremony. Apparently I took my camera with me that day (for whatever reason???) because I snapped a picture of the group standing in front of her grave. My Dad was front and center of her burial plot. I have not seen that photo in some time. I do not know if I want to see it.
I recall her Memorial service – she had pre-selected her favorite songs to be sung (Just as I Am, Amazing Grace among them) and I vaguely recall the repast (gathering after the funeral and church service)
The memorial service was rough because Mom raised me in church and I attended with her frequently, having started Sunday School there. To be there in her memory and not have her the physically present felt like a radical paradigm shift.
My (future) sister-in-law drove me home following it. Of all things, Home, was the last place I wanted to be. (It really, really hurts to say that right now, too.) I didn’t want to see all these people in the house, I didn’t want to reflect and talk about Mom, in the past-tense…
I wanted this day to be different, but I had no idea how to direct the GPS. So I did all I could do and asked: Please, God, stop this nightmare…
I’ve spent a few minutes wondering what kind of visual I could give you to emulate what I felt that week and the weeks and months to follow – even 33 plus years later.
I didn’t want to focus on an actual funeral related scene (like Steel Magnolias) because I need to convey something on a different scale that was more complex. More encompassing.
So, here it is:
I picked this one because the main characters have a brief warning about impending trouble (my Mom battled her illness for 10 months) and when the first of the unthinkable events happen it is so sudden that, well – just watch, you’ll see.
I also picked Gravity because of the reality that we exist on a planet created by Yahuveh Ahava and this earth is under gravitational force. Out in space all the rules are changed and Ryan and Matt face incredible obstacles and choices in an environment not suited to their nature. The day Mom died…I too discovered all the rules changed and I was thrust into the unknown. Those of you who have lost someone know exactly what I’m talking about.
Part of my healing journey in this Testimony Series is to let Him guide me into His Word (and you as well) scriptures that uncover His Truth amidst the pain, suffering so that I (we) emerge in victory: healed, stronger and healthier. Please seek Him and ask for greater understanding. His Victory – is Ours. By His Stripes, we are healed.
Please forgive me in advance – because this is rather lengthy.
Some of you may have noticed that about 10 days ago I wrote and initially published a blog post that I then made “Private.” Within hours of having written it, I changed it to a “Private setting.” Something about that post frightened and alarmed me. I just re-read it though and the theme of what I wrote then is very, very similar to what will be shared here.
Suffice it to say, what The Spirit wants, The Spirit gets…
I was just at Trader Joe’s this morning and while perusing the aisles a song came on whose melody I recognized (and I kid you not) it stopped me in my tracks. I just stood there trying to listen to it as best I could. In that moment, I fought with myself about coming back here to write. It is the song I heard that prompts this message.
When I wrote my last blog testimony about the day I escaped abduction as a Pre-Schooler, the brief comment thread exchange with (reader) Tony took me by surprise. I went so far as to start appealing to God about His directive earlier this week to resume the work of that testimony…
“What you do not understand, daughter, is that your willingness to try is what I SEEK. I need to know that you will be obedient to me, that you will listen.” The bigger lesson came shortly after when I understood that the very lives we lead will eventually depend on our ability to listen and hear Him in the coming days….
I also thought I had only been in the wilderness since March of this year. As I have taken time to look back – really look back (my arms and hands are beginning to tremble as I write this) I now understand this trip in the Wilderness has actually been a long term experience that began in November of 1983.
You may have heard some people say that the Wilderness isn’t a place anyone wants to be.
That’s true – The Wilderness isn’t fun but analyzing the wilderness got me to thinking. The Wilderness is where The ACTION happens but it is also where your FAITH comes to life. The Wilderness is where Yeshua shows you the condition of your heart.
Men and Women who walk this earth today: you are all shaped by your experiences over time. You are not the person you were yesterday and if every day is a Hap-Hap-Happy day with only good in it, you have no opportunity to grow. Challenge and adversity is WHAT allows God to be able to stretch you. To build your faith…
This is what happened to
David facing Goliath, Daniel and The Lion’s; Shadrach Meshach and Abednego and the Furnace; Naomi and Ruth…Esther & The King (Such a Time as This,) and ALL the Bible legends from Genesis through Jesus in The Testament.
Having just finished reading the amazing John Maxwell “Giants” Series every person in the Bible (named and unnamed) matters! By the way, when I mention “unnamed” that includes YOU, dear reader, …because The Bible is still unfolding!
(Pardon the rabbit trail…)
The day of my near abduction when I was (about) 6 forever changed the framework of how I looked at myself and especially at others. I may have been born into sin…but that brush with that man made me unclean.
The next turning point arrived the day of Mom’s funeral. It was the moment I made myself look at her in that casket. It was the first time as a naive and gullible 15 year old that I had to look death in the face.
That was the moment I stepped into the wilderness and that wilderness would last a while and would be followed by ever-increasing challenges (and the ever increasing, yet unseen, presence of God.)
I recall someone, some time ago telling me in passing what a “strong” person I was. That’s what the Wilderness does to you. But please know, that’s God’s design. He doesn’t do it to be mean. He does it out of love. How do we learn to survive if Immanuel doesn’t work WITH US to understand His Ways?
I mentioned in the last blog post “Purpose Achieved” that I would write here again if called to. Well, I haven’t been called to but that Madonna song really got to me. If it’s possible for a secular song to speak volumes, that one did today. And I really believe you need to hear and know this.
Until I watched this video and looked up the song’s history on line, I did not know “Live to Tell” was released March 26, 1986. It was written for the movie titled, “At Close Range.” Not so coincidentally, March 1986 is the same month and year my Dad died.
This is the song to listen to. Here is the music video:
Here is what you need to know, or what many of you have learned and are in the process of learning:
The Wilderness is a tough place to be. It isn’t fun and it’s anything but pleasant.
But, THE WILDERNESS is COMING. And God does want you ready for it! So LEAN into HIM!
There are many people who have just entered a Wilderness or maybe have been there for the last year or so. But…
There is a WILDERNESS coming that everyone will have to experience. The Wilderness is a direct result of the Steamroller.
I don’t know how I know this, but I do. I don’t know when it will be here but I continue to understand it is JUST AHEAD. This dream excerpt and interpretation will explain why:
This is from a post earlier this year. After months of prayer I’ve received a full interpretation as to the symbolism…and when it was given I got so nauseous (still am) and began to weep.
Dream – “Steamroller”
On Wednesday April 26, around 12:19pm, I was reading the Book of Mysteries and my Bible when I laid down to rest. This is kind of unusual for me mid-day. But as I set the time for 40 minutes…
I laid down and closed my eyes…ready to just float.
Moments later, just as I started dozing, I saw it. It was a flash that lasted ever so briefly.
I was in a car, I was on a street I drive everyday. I know exactly where I was.
In front of me appeared a LARGER than life piece of road construction equipment (OR a better visual is equipment used by the Oil and Gas industry when they are working in the fields. I have seen pictures of these types of equipment and they are Gigantic/HUMONGOUS.)
The road I was on is two lanes either direction in addition to a turning lane (and, I am to note, that both in real life and in this dream, just ahead of where I was at is located the “overpass” of a road that runs East/West: 44/66)
This equipment was on my side of the road – taking up BOTH lanes. I was driving Northbound the equipment was heading Southbound. There was one other car ahead of me or in my vicinity, near me. I have this recollection that the car was white and it was slightly ahead of and, to the side.
It appeared there was no way around this thing without swerving over into the Southbound lanes (or possibly the turning lane) or wait for God’s divine intervention to intercede and move this larger than life monstrosity. But this THING had no business being where it was. In hindsight too, while I was driving it almost felt like in THAT moment time had stopped and there was a “Pause” in the clock.
In the dream, the moment I realized this obstruction was right there – my body jolted me back, I felt this happen and the vision ended. But right before I completely awoke – the weirdest thing happened; I heard the word, “Sutra”
Here is the interpretation of what I saw:
The equipment in the middle of the road resembled field equipment for oil and gas but in reality it is a “Steamroller” and relates to the book of Isaiah.
Specifically Isaiah 66.
Most Specifically I was shown the scripture Isaiah 66:6. The commotion will be across the city, all cities. And God has always said that vengeance would be His.
(One note of interest: Isaiah 66:7 seems to point back to Revelation 12 and there was quite a bit of news this past week regarding the Revelation 12 sign on 9/23. I did not expect anything to happen on 9/23/17 because this occurrence was more of a “time marker.”)
As far as the word “Sutra” is concerned the impact of this steamroller EVENT will be “thread-like” and have “far-reaching effects.”
Because on the flip side, that Steamroller also represents the level of idolatry that man has committed against God in his heart. (Isaiah 44: 9-11)
The last scripture I was guided to include tonight relates to the time mentioned above – 12:19
First, look at Rev 19:12..
Then I flipped over to Rev 12 and looked for Revelation 12:19. ..but there is no 12:19.
Revelation 12:18 is the conclusion of Chapter 12 and leads into Revelation 13: The Beast out of the Sea….
Incidentally, someone was driving that Steamroller…
Original Scripture Verses that accompany this message:
I first understood to look up the Book of Isaiah
Then I proceeded to look up
1 Corinthians 12:19
I had driven across the river to an antiques shop.
Decades ago after my mother passed, I had inherited some sort of pink statue from her. It has been sitting on top of a desk for years – and I had always wondered about it.
Today was the day I went out to see what I could learn about it.
This items seems to be in the shape of a “Japanese Monk” and it’s made of Jade. By the time that was determined, I looked outside for probably the 3rd time. The storm was really close because the ominous black clouds were no longer in the distance, they were overhead.
I walked out the door greeted by drops of rain and got in my car. Within a minute, the rain appeared to fall from the sky like a blanket. I got to the light before crossing the bridge and wondered how bad things could get. I stayed 25-30mph in the 40 across the Arkansas.
It continued to pour and cars around me were going super slow…some had pulled over to the side. I made one additional stop before heading home and as I drove up the hill and the road narrowed that’s when “things” started to feel hairy… The rain was worsening and even with my wipers on high I couldn’t keep the windshield clear. It was as if the sky had opened up and bucket upon bucket upon bucket of blankets of water were being poured out.
It was about this time when all I could see was headlights through the windshield and I could no longer make out the shapes of automobiles that I was PROMPTED to sing as I drove. Outta no where I started to sing “Jesus loves me…” (I barely remember singing it in hindsight but within moments of singing it I KNEW I wasn’t alone.) If I was feeling any anxiety before it was replaced by Yahveh’s Peace washing over and through me. By this point, I was about 2 minutes from home.
That storm cell was a “do-zey” – and I didn’t know it but a tornado watch had been put into effect
Thirty minutes later as I was driving, the skies above were mostly blue. While the storm water retention ponds were full many low road points were overflowing one might never have known by looking “up” that a thunderstorm had just passed. Further North and East it was a different story – dark looking clouds were re-gathering momentum and continuing their pursuit.
It was in these “after” moments that I thought back to a radio show where Glynda Lomax had spoken of having to take shelter in her tiny storm closet and as a she waited through a tornado warning, She began to sing, “Praise you in This Storm” and the Peace of Jesus just washed through her.
God’s Power is infinite and His peace is activated through our Praises.
Glory Be to Elohim!
This is what the skies above looked like during the afternoon’s Severe weather outbreak: an EF-1 Tornado was the result.
Right next to you
By your side
Don’t take another step or walk through another hour of your day without Him.
Here are two questions I will ask you to ponder:
Is it a Gift that you already possess but choose to ignore/overlook?
Is it a Gift that would lead you to unlock your destiny? Because surely as you live, it awaits you.
There has been a battle waging for at least a year…though in the rear-view, I can see it extends as far back as 3 years ago.
Way back when…when I was still on Facebook, I recall asking a friend, Parker, about her insights into the Gifts of the Spirit. She referred me to 1 Corinthians 12. I recall telling her I was familiar with this book and chapter, but I still lacked knowledge and understanding. I was hungry for more of both.
Going back even further in time, I recall hearing about what’s known in the “Church World” as Speaking in Tongues. I heard about “Tongues” when we were attending church in California and I had just become friends with Paul and Marla (whose videos I have shared here previously).
When I asked Paul about what Speaking in Tongues was, he told me it was a Gift of The Spirit. I’d asked if he’d ever seen it in action, and he responded, “Yes.”
I was fascinated by that response. I had never heard of Speaking in Tongues prior and he went on to explain (briefly) about The Gift of Interpretation. I recall my immediate reply was, “I’d love to watch that in action and witness it!”
Last Spring Break – March of 2016, we were on the road to California to visit family and friends. En-route, we discovered that the friends we had planned to visit, were very sick with the flu. God works in mysterious ways. I had been really excited to see these friends because I had made personalized/embroidered gifts for their children (I’d finally finished them and had brought them with us to deliver them personally.)
I had loaded this huge gift bag in the car and it never occurred to me that I might not be able to give these gifts to them myself.
As my friend informed me of the flu bug and change of plans, my mind went into hyper-drive and all of a sudden plans were taking shape that I really couldn’t have put together on my own. If you are familiar with the term “divine appointments” this is what was happening.
During that trip, we ended up having dinner with Paul and Marla (Marla had offered to deliver the bag of gifts for me).
At one point, post-meal, Paul looked at me and said (something to the effect): “I’m supposed to give you a book. He wants me to give you this book. You’re supposed to have it” The book Paul was referring to is titled: “The Walk of the Spirit, The Walk of Power” by Pastor Dave Roberson. I have read this book twice and I am now re-reading it more slowly a 3rd time…and this time I’m trying to refer to the scriptures he mentions, as much as possible. If you would prefer to read this as a free epub (ebook) file: click here
In the past 6-9 months I came very close to writing about this book and sharing it here. A number of things occurred that interfered with my thoughts and decisions about doing so. After writing yesterday about “Mixed Truths” I realized that distractions aside, I just needed to get this post on the Gift of Tongues written.
It was last year after I read it the first time that I told a group of fellow believers about it. Those whom I told about it personally were blown away by Pastor Dave’s revelations and this book’s messages. That doesn’t mean everyone will feel the same.
Ultimately, everything I was wanting to know about the how, why and dynamics of 1 Corinthians 12 was answered (and then some more.) I never imagined how important this book might be to read. Yes, The Bible is our SOURCE but there are occasions to read books that God has anointed others to write.
“The Walk of the Spirit” is a fascinating picture, or further example (a study if you will by explanation) of the manifestation of the Day of Pentecost – when the Holy Spirit appeared as “flames or tongues of fire” (Acts 2:3) and entered the apostles. It explains beautifully why God’s Holy Spirit Language isn’t just for select people but He designed it for ALL people.
I’ve heard of a number of people comment that The New Testament is relevant, but not The Old. I disagree. You can’t throw out the baby with the bath water. We wouldn’t have the New Testament without the Old. Jesus Life and Work were intertwined in the Words of the Old Testament as part of Old Testament Prophecy. Jesus (Yahushua) was born into the line of the family of David (Acts 2:25-35) and everyone and everything originates from Adam and Eve. If you ignore the Old Testament, in effect you are choosing to ignore half of Who God says He is – and that is not wise.
God is both loving and righteous and that’s why He gave us Jesus; Yahushua is both Savior and Judge. Which means He both sits on the Mercy Seat and holds the Judges gavel. Given that He, as The Lamb, is the only one worthy to open the scrolls, I’d say that makes Him worthy of our respect. (Rev. 5:4-5)
I am finally sharing this book because I AM expected too. Because there are people out there that need to read it.
Did you know the New Testament, the bigger portion of which I understand was written by the Apostle Paul WAS the result of Paul praying in Tongues (more than any of the other disciples)? (1 Corinthians 14:18)
It was Paul’s active practice of utilizing the Holy Spirit Language that God INTENDED us to use that gave him the GOSPELS for us to read.
It was about mid-morning today I started hearing the words and melody to the song below; So, I am including it with this message.