Eye of God

I am trying to keep up with what He is wanting me to post here. This is the 2nd prompting I have received for sharing a Word today. There may be a 3rd and I’m praying for clarity over it.

This blog post was published on the other blog back on August 19. I have been prompted to post it here.


Did you recognize My Hand in the tipping of the scales?

 

MENE, MENE, TEKEL, PARSIN (Daniel 5:25)…the handwriting on the wall is inscribed across your land be it by a shadow of my workmanship.

 

As the Sun and Moon join and traverse across your “Great Country of America” – how will you be weighed? The object that darkens the light of day foreshadows that soon coming battle you shall face.

 

Who among you will seek to gaze at this heavenly wonder? Who among you will seek to understand the implications of My ROVING EYE across your land?

 

Did you not know the election tested the condition of your heart? Did you SEEK ME for wisdom back then…? Do you know what this event will measure? Have I not said in My Word that the EYES are the lamp to the body?

 

Consider that as an eclipse causes the LIGHT of Day to be dimmed…at the appointed time (which is fast approaching) MY Children, Children of the Day…those that carry MY LIGHT – will emerge.

 

I WILL RAISE THEM

 

The epic battle that you have long read about will no longer be the subject of scoffers – for the enemy that has stolen from the invisible comes to challenge those on the earth.

 

Remember that even as time marches forward and the darkness increases the Lights I have planted on earth via The Holy Spirit shine ever brighter.  Who will be among the virgins found waiting and ready vs wanting?

 

Recall that I AM placed the Sun and Moon in the Heavens. I SEE through a different lens than mortal Man. Have you examined yourself thoroughly?

 

Now, NINE MONTHS after the “infamous election” I will re-evaluate what you have learned – or if you have grown. I SEE EACH OF YOU just HOW I CREATED YOU…and now my EYE (THIS ECLIPSE) will in part further determine if your wicks have been kept trimmed.

Do you have enough oil? Are your wedding clothes clean and spotless?

Though not all is as it seems…I AM aware of ALL that is happening in the darkness.

 

Do you discern The Truth? Do you know who speaks the TRUTH?

 

I AM that I AM

 

Know ME and SEEK Me, as I have known you, because the tables will again be overturned.

 

As with all messages please seek The Lord for wisdom and understanding.

 

Amos 8: 9-10

Daniel 5

Isaiah 8 (8:21-22)

Isaiah 21 (8)

Jeremiah 8 (8:21)

Jeremiah 21:8

Matthew 6:22

Psalm 8

Proverbs 8 (21)

Proverbs 21 (8)

Zechariah 8:21

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“In Order” confirms “Loose Ends”

I’m not sure I can find the words right now to express what He wants me to write…so…

 

Father, help me guide and gather my thoughts because this has been a very unusual day.

 

Some of you who’ve known me or been reading here for ANY length of time will recall that I wrote a blogpost (16 months ago) called The Holy Spirit Outpouring.

 

My Sister in Christ, Debra, assisted me with that.

 

Though I’m working on trying to limit what I read or watch online…tonight, I did view a youtube video that left me stunned. Glynda Lomax addressed “Get your house in order -NOW.”

 

What I want to share with you is that a couple days ago…I understood it was time to “prepare.”

 

When I was told to prepare I remember replying…”Prepare? Like how? Direct me, help me…and give me a confirmation that this is real” (The word “Prepare” relates, in part, to a dream I had).

 

And wow…he delivered

 

Ohhh my. ..does God deliver.

 

1) Glynda’s video clarified my confusion…but it didn’t stop there.

 

2) At the end of her video the words “Tie up loose ends” were whispered to me in The Spirit.

 

3) I thought…”I recognize that phrase. That’s from a previous blogpost!” Sure enough, it was.

 

Here is that blogpost: Holy Spirit Outpouring

 

4) While watching Glynda’s video He also confirmed for me tonight what I was seeing when I saw “The Light” referred to in today’s post during my early morning prayer time.

 

5) And the thing is…something happened today (hours after he had me write this mornings “Into The Light” message) that I cannot explain.

 

I first experienced a level of travailing unlike anything or anytime before. But during that travailing something mysterious happened…I have no way to describe it. I guess only God and Jesus know…

 

But hours later, even while I drove around this afternoon, what came to mind are Peter’s words from Acts 2:14-15…I’ll let you look those scriptures up  🙂

 

To wrap this up and not totally bore you…the message He gave me over a year ago to “tie up loose ends” is closely associated with Glynda’s “Get your house in order – NOW”

 

It seems the winds of change have created an acceleration on that wall clock I mentioned recently…so: Be at The Ready.

 

Thank you Glynda for your obedience in sharing that insight…because that was God’s answer to my prayer.

 

Here is the link to that video: Get Your House in Order – NOW

Into The Light (Updated)

(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:

 

Start A Fire

 

The manifest presence of God is amazing

Seek Him

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.

Ready?: You are about to be enlisted

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:

 

“Chose”

 

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.

 

MOVE! Keep Walkin’

 

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.

Join Me: Prayer for All

It was brought to my attention by The Spirit tonight that there is a specific prayer I needed to lift up to The Lord – and then share it here. 

The more people that join in, the more powerful the effect

Countless prayers are being lifted up to Heaven by Believers and Non-Believers alike, around the world.

Here is what The Spirit laid on my heart to share with all tonight:

Father: We ask that you open the doors that no man can shut and close the doors that no man can open. LORD, when answered, All Glory goes to you.

You know what each of your children cries out to you for. ..

I petition you to answer their hearts cry with The Knowledge, Clarity and Wisdom only you can provide. Soften their hearts so they may hear the soft whisper of your gentle voice. 

Calm their Spirits and Souls with your Shalom (Peace).

We Thank you for your provision that will sustain each broken and aching heart – minds full of concern and fear, the worried, scared, lost and lonely…for it is when we are feeling weak that you can give us your strength.

Amen. Amen and Amen
This post is the result of spending time on chapter 11 in Luke, John, Mark, Matthew

Luke 11:9

John 11:14

Mark 11:22-25

Matthew 11:28-30
Last but not least: Revelation 3:7

From “On Becoming” to: Help Them!

I know I slept some, last night, but it was restless sleep. On top of that…it was just past midnight when I had entered deep prayer and heard:

 

“Now hear this, the hour of my reckoning is come. NO longer will thirst parch your lips as my living water…”

 

So I pulled myself from sleepiness to write; and waited, but nothing more came.

 

I had interrupted the moment because He had not told me to write. I should have just continued listening.

 

I wake up this morning to hear of more disturbances going on throughout the U.S. and the world and I think “How much more, Father?” I begin to cry out to the Father in Spirit this morning and then the tears come and My Spirit feels an overwhelming/overpowering grief.

 

Finally, in the Spirit I hear, “Help Them!” and I see this scene flash across my mind’s eye.

 

Help Them!

 

What does that mean, Lord? What do you want me to do?

 

“I want you to ask me for you to step outside your comfort zone. Remember when you first started writing back in 2009/10? You hadn’t started blogging yet, but you started writing your fictional action adventure, and never completed it. I intentionally stalled you. The section of the story you wrote concluded with you finding the box your Mom had hidden in the back yard – the box that you never knew about. She had buried it prior to her death. The box may have been fictional in nature but the message has never changed. The box contained something: a key. It was a key to a message, but only you could open it.”

 

“Oh My God…My Lord”

Then I was given a flash of the box scene from the movie Insurgent. This is the only video I can find where Tris mentions the box and it is shown ever so briefly. The box is shown in the background at 2:15. Tris directly mentions the box around 2:45.

 

The Box

 

Then I recall that there is a scripture in The Bible where The Lord is talking to someone. I do a search for what I know he wants me to ask and he prompts me to look up the: “Send Me” scripture. It leads me to this:

 

Isaiah 6:8

Then I heard the Lord asking, “Whom should I send as a messenger to this people? Who will go for us?” I said, “Here I am. Send me.”

 

So, here I sit. Ready and waiting for a prompt. Then I realize, I have already been prompted…and He is waiting for my reply.

 

Whatever it means and wherever it leads, I submit:

Father: Help me step outside my comfort zone. Take me where you want me to go. “Here I am. Send Me.”

 

Post-Script:

I hadn’t intended to include any music with this post – but even as I had continued with my work The Spirit insisted I come back and update the message to include this:

Oceans (Where Feet May Fail)

Testimony: Letter For Dad – Part I

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…

 

Dear Dad,

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

 

Testimony: Through The Blur

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.”

“Take it.”

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:

Gravity Opening: Incoming Debris

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.

Related Scriptures:

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.

Mark 7:20-23

Mark 8:22-26

Luke 5:4

Luke 6:21

Luke 9:60

Live To Tell

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.

This has been a year unlike any other. I’m sure most of you might agree.

It began in the Spring – on a day otherwise known as the “Ides of March.”

I have thought that when I was told the purposes of this blog had been “fulfilled” back in July – that was it. I was finished here. I proceeded to start blogging on my other site. It’s more or less a place for me to post things that very few would ever read. There are 5 people who subscribe…He told me not to expect many people to find it. I started writing my Testimony there. It’s a place to share my life story (His testimony.)

What I didn’t bargain for was realizing how representative that blogsite is…it represents the “narrow road” and “starting over.” It represents my past – but everyone’s future: A blank slate brought about by “The Steamroller” or the subject of the dream you will read about.

On the other site, there are only 5 followers. I don’t feel as “exposed” when I have to start laying out my soul. As one virtual friend – Mikayla – once said “I love it when you get raw in your writing.” That insight was a mixed blessing to hear because while the writing she refers to is powerful that means God is using my writing as a therapeutic means to heal. It means The Holy Spirit is drawing out of me that which I cannot on my own. As such, it leaves me feeling extremely vulnerable. Uncomfortable. Not to mention, it requires I keep a box of tissues at the ready.

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….

 

Wilderness

 

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.

When I was following Glynda Lomax more closely I recall her saying 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.

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:

 

Live to Tell

 

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/Steamrolled”

(Originally titled Obstruct)

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 do not know if I was in my car. I do not know if I was the driver. 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” (see text in gray near end) 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…

 

Please take this in Prayer to The Holy Spirit. 

Confirming Scriptures:

Isaiah 66 (Is 66:6)

Isaiah 44:9-10

Related Scriptures:

Part of my healing journey in this Testimony is to let Him guide me into His Word (and you as well) scriptures that uncover His Truth amidst the pain, suffering and lies so that I emerge in victory: healed, stronger and healthier.

Luke 7: 24-25


These were my own, initial, attempts to figure out the dream

Now I have contemplated that word and what I heard. I looked up it’s definition. “Sutra” is Sanskrit for “thread.” Hmm

Today, I continued contemplating that word. “Why Sutra, why did I hear that word?” Then a couple seconds later (as I’m driving this morning) I start to think…hmm, “Sutra” sounds really close in pronunciation to “Suture.”

I am familiar with the word Suture in general, but I looked it up:

Suture, literally meaning “seam”, may refer to:

Original Scripture Verses that accompany this message:

I first understood to look up the Book of Isaiah

Isaiah 66

Isaiah 44

Then I proceeded to look up

1 Corinthians 12:19

Luke 12:19

Romans 12:19