I was crying before the video was over because before the gentleman finished his testimony I heard, in The Spirit, “Love is the Meaning” only moments before his words were verbalized.
“Unprecedented times, the unknown before you. How much time do you need to believe?
Too many among you already go through the days with hardened hearts. Are you among those who put your focus on what you can see, on your social media “shares” and on what you can accumulate and moments later, replace?
Your beating heart means something to ME. Love is the answer but wrong choices are being made. What you see happening before you is but a silhouette of what is to come. Too many believe that time is infinite – when in fact – it is finite.
THIS LIFE IS FINITE –
MY LIFE – ETERNITY is INFINITE
You believe in that which youcreate but not in the ONE who created. (Genesis 1:1-27)
Time will not stand still because I AM time.
The fragment of time you have been given is your opportunity to exercise that gift – Do you USE that gift or squander it?
Has My Son not told you that the Greatest of these is Love?
That Love He has spoken of is THE meaning behind all the mysteries you long to understand!
For those with ears to hear, hear this now:
if you wish you understand
what this life – your life – is ABOUT?
How you live your life is your gift to me but my ULTIMATE gift to you – beyond your beating heart – beyond eternity in Heaven –
is you WALKING into the fullness of your
DESTINY: Here/Now on Earth.
Each of you has one; a Destiny. But few of you ever to bother asking me if your goals and motivations are truly an “unction” of my calling to you or simply the temptations of the world calling upon your conscious, carnal, thinking mind.
By now, you should realize nothing is as it seems. Time, things and events will only escalate. If you read MY WORD, this you know and already understand. If you have not read my WORD – start now…
The Land of Confusion is before you and on the path ahead. What will you do with what you know? Trust only ME. If you do not know your Destiny – ASK ME.”
The title of this song, “Land of Confusion,” is what I understood I was to share with this message. Many of you know it’s a song from the group Genesis (1986). I am posting the lyrics along with it because the video is just too complicated (and really creepy) and does not include them.
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.
Late last week (Friday), Windows 10 was downloaded onto my system. I have used Windows 7 for so long that I am not at all interested in 10. Plus, I’ve heard some not so great things about “upgrading.”
Though I have been avoiding un-installing it, I was prompted by The HS to get on the computer today to share this message. So, now it’s back to business. (#Restoration)
On Friday, I was touring a building that is under construction. As I finished walking the premises, I passed a set of stairs that was being painted. I realized the moment I left the last step that my wrist had lightly touched the handrail. Instinctively, I looked at it. There on the sleeve, was black paint.
I turned to the GC (General Contractor) and asked “is the painter using acrylic or oil paint?” He responded “Oil.” Great I thought — “oh well, another brand new shirt already ruined.”
I tried to dismiss it.
I had planned to look online and figure out the best way to remove this oil based paint (and this was BLACK paint on a WHITE shirt.) from cotton or a cotton blend. I stuck it in the laundry bag on Friday night, just wanting to forget it happened.
The Lord impressed on me yesterday, mid-day to start laundry. Once I started laundry, I started bathroom cleaning. I am pretty detail oriented so that took a while. Finally, after dinner I arrived at the load with this shirt in it. I remembered I hadn’t looked up on the internet for a refresher on the best methods to remove oil based paints. I knew it was “toast” anyway, and just kept going.
I proceeded with my Spot remover and also added a drop of my laundry detergent to the topical application. Then I set it aside. I loaded the tub and waited. I looked at the shirt a couple of times as water filled the machine.
I finally picked up the shirt. With my index finger I gently began to scratch at the black paint. As minutes went by and I could see the oil was softening and then a tiny flake came off. I kept going. Flakes, bit by bit, peeled off until it was GONE. (#Restoration)
Then I heard the impression of His STILL SMALL VOICE.
“Nothing is impossible (Luke 1:37). You thought this shirt was ruined. You thought it would never get clean. You figured that these oil based paints would be PERMANENT.
How frequently you forget that I make ALL things NEW. I restore ALL things. While the paint shouldn’t have come off here so “easily” I am showing you that with just a mustard seed of effort I MAKE all things happen. I restore all things AND YOU are a testament to this. (#Restoration)
You need to write about what happened in February. Because I am re-affirming with you NOW that it is TIME.”
I hadn’t been ready or felt able to write about the day He speaks of. But maybe He will give me the words and maybe now I am ready to receive and share them.
Make sure your mind is set and focused on things of God…NOT of this world.
New Living Translation (NLT)
2 We do this by keeping our eyes on Jesus, the champion who initiates and perfects our faith.[a] Because of the joy[b] awaiting him, he endured the cross, disregarding its shame. Now he is seated in the place of honor beside God’s throne.
The ONLY thing that matters is that you put your faith and trust in Jesus.
The following was the lead headline from 1/12/2016 on the home page of CNN/Money was “SELL Everything: 2016 will be cataclysmic year” say RBS.
Yeshua spoke these words to this man for a specific reason. The Word Says that the eyes are the window to our soul. During this exchange, Yeshua looked into the eyes of this man and saw what he was thinking. First, the man addressed Yeshua as “Good Master” so then Yeshua proceeded to place him within the scales of Judgement (Rev 11) and weighed and examined WHAT was in his heart and against the words of the question the man asked. This is why he compared him to the rich man. Those who cling to the value of this world will lose their inheritance of the next. Those who relinquish their treasures in this world will inherit the treasures of the next…this is the check in balance of the meek inheriting treasures in heaven.
If this world is just a vapor, and our ultimate destination is either Heaven or Hell…
Where do YOU want to spend eternity?
When you were born you arrived without clothing or money.
When you die, your physical body will be ALL that is left. You will take NOTHING with you.
Your spirit and soul WILL go elsewhere. You body will NOT just get buried. Your Spirit and Soul will be SENT to a new home…it is time to make this a “Front Burner” instead of a “Back Burner” issue.
Don’t leave your future to chance. None of us knows what tomorrow will bring. I doubt that we would want to know, because we would die of fright from that kn0wledge.
Luke 21:26New Living Translation (NLT)
26 People will be terrified at what they see coming upon the earth, for the powers in the heavens will be shaken.
Yeshua DOES know.
So drop the worries, anxiety and desires for what is temporal & fix your eyes on the ONE who can save your soul.
Yeshua is the WAY, the TRUTH & the LIFE.
John 14:6 New Living Translation (NLT)
6 Jesus told him, “I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one can come to the Father except through me.
You will find PEACE only in HIM –
Not in your money or anything “tangible” of THIS world.
32 years ago, yesterday, November 9, at 5pm CST – my Mother died.
She went to be with God.
I have no reason to be sad. I know she is in perfect peace. Her pain ended when her Spirit left her body. Her soul received a new heavenly body and her spirit (now apart from her earthly body) is in the presence of Christ (2 Corinthians 5: 1-10). In Christ, a saved soul finds perfect peace.
But I still ache. I was 15 years old when she was ripped out of my life.
But I still ache, remembering how much she loved me.
I still ache because other than My Savior, she is the only person in this world who ever loved me unconditionally. That’s what Mother’s do…
So, I’ll do the one thing I do best. I will write. I’ll share with you, and others who are overwhelmed by grief, sorrow. The pain changes with time. It does linger and it morphs in shape and scope.
We have to remember, if we didn’t Love, we wouldn’t have pain to feel…
A Healing Process
I continue working on my Memoir. It is difficult work; both exhausting and gut-wrenching. The effort involved with it is more difficult than any blog post I’ve ever completed (or not completed. Yes, I have many unfinished drafts started.)
God has told me that I need to do this. I need to write this memoir. I don’t particularly care for this task, but God’s direction trumps my own will. So, the race is on…and out of obedience I press onward.
(If I could talk to Mom, today, this is what I might say)
Where did 32 years go? I miss you. As much now as I did then. I used to want to believe that you were close by, watching over me. I now want to believe that you are far away from THIS world, and in peace, in God’s presence. Using your beautiful voice to sing Praises in His presence.
I truly had no idea when you passed, how difficult this world could be. How cold and callous. Although I knew God was my friend, it took me many years to recognize, to see, that He was actually standing right by my side since the moment you stopped breathing. That he was holding me up when I was not strong enough to do it for myself.
I am amazed at the seed of faith you planted in my life. Amazed at how far it has carried me. The road has been extraordinarily difficult. There have been many times I have wondered why the cup of bitterness was passed my way, until I realized that each cup held a very important lesson. The cup and its contents weren’t what mattered but how and what I DID with what I learned after the fact.
I do remember your character and even if my memory of your face and voice is foggy, the many photos I have around me are reminders of both your inner and outer beauty. The lesson from your life, is that your mustard seed has taken root. Not unlike Daniel in the Lion’s Den, Shadrach, Meshach & Abednego in the Fiery-Furnace or Esther rescuing her people, you knew the dangers and risks of loving like Christ. You stood with feet planted firmly in the Armor of God. (Ephesians 6:10-18)
I know you didn’t want to let go of this life, because I was so young and it seemed too soon.
I loved being your little girl. I was so blessed to have you as my Mother. But God is, was and always has been good.
God has promised to make beauty from all the ashes.
I have come to believe you do not know what has happened, because if you did it would break your heart. And in Heaven, there are no broken hearts, no tears.
God is working with me on restoring what has been destroyed and broken. As much as I initially was frustrated with each step of challenge along the way, each one is necessary to make me not only stronger and build my character but make me MORE dependent on God. Which is the ultimate goal: Spiritual Maturity – More like Christ, less like me.
In hindsight, 32 years ago…you had reached that pinnacle. I watched you walk outside to say goodbye to me. Your time was short. In fact the last time I saw you was 3 days before you died. But during that last visit, you wanted to ensure I witnessed what it means to not give up; even under the harshest of circumstances. Even though your body was frail, you wanted me to see you walk. Though you had little strength, your faith had grown from a mustard seed into a tree with mighty roots. God gave you Dad’s assistance to wave your way into my memory.
You were determined to make that memory count.
I am ready to let to go of heartache, grieve, sorrow and anger. These are not Fruits of the Spirit. They are hindrances. I have written a dozen scenes, am writing more and continue to clean them up as I dig deeper.
I often didn’t understand why so much happened when it did, but it’s becoming clear now. Without these tests and trials, the gift of writing, God leading me and your encouragement to keep going with it…I wouldn’t have a platform to share encouragement, hope or faith.
Pain allows us to appreciate Joy — it’s when we choose to look with Hope through our pain we find a way through the Suffering.
Spiritual Gifts are the avenues that allow us to share our strengths with others.
My work continues and, in fact, may just be getting started.
I love you, Mom; to the moon and back and I will always miss you.
(End note to Readers: if I wasn’t “Saved” & “Born Again” the carnal side of me might never heal from losing my Mom. But the beauty in Surviving Loss as a “Child of God” is that I know I will see her when God calls me HOME. I belong to Him and one day will be with My Mom and God, forever in Eternity.)
I know I’m not home yet. Though I am not of this world, I thank you for this life. For both the beauty and the pain. For being there with me every step of the way, for not letting me fall but to help me learn from failure and to keep going. Failure isn’t the end, it’s just the beginning. The world has it backwards and Christ proved that on the cross, with his resurrection. Thank you….
You are the reason I am here, you are my purpose. My lamp stand and a light unto my path.
Help keep us on the straight and narrow road. Strengthen us through the valleys and protect us as we navigate winding roads.