tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36544545225425300192024-03-13T23:08:08.714-07:00Big Wild GodMy God is a big wild God. He loves to blow my mind and I love having my mind blown. My aim is that this blog challenges your thinking, stretches you, shatters religious ideas and drives you to have your own crazy adventures with Him. He is as big and as wild as you'll let Him be.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17229512327227222282noreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654454522542530019.post-22911073465351808002014-05-02T17:12:00.001-07:002014-05-02T19:19:21.648-07:00How I spent My Spring Vacation<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I went to Uganda. Yeah. If I told you how I got there, you'd slap me, but then you'd realize that it really was God and not me making a really stupid and dangerous choice. I'll spare us both that little process.<br />
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The following is my journal that I wrote while there, meant for friends, under my mosquito netting, in bed with lizards.<br />
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<span style="background-color: #fcfcff; color: #141414; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">I am sooo glad we came during "winter". I like heat but not the humidity. Africa smells like what you'd imagine. Dank and thick and earthy. We are staying with Mama Irene and Papa Irene, who have a daughter named????? Anyone wanna guess? Irene! The hardest thing we are dealing with so far is the bathroom situations. We are walking the line between dehydration and having to go more than we would like to. No such thing as a shower or bath here. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #fcfcff; color: #141414; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Had a good time in church yesterday. Esther (who invited us and set all this up) is translating, and her husband Godfrey sits on the sidelines and does the backseat translating. He says normally when Americans come, they only speak 15 mins. He is the skinniest person I have ever seen.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #fcfcff; color: #141414; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Everyone is very friendly and all most all of them seem to be able to produce a guest book out of thin air that they want you to sign.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #fcfcff; color: #141414; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Joshua is our driver and he decided he wanted to take us home to meet mama, and if you think you can't go 60 down a dirt road, you'd be mistaken. Meeting mama entailed meeting his sisters and father and all the kids as mama runs a boarding school. They sang to us and we have some video. Joshua's sister and I hit it off immediately and they had started this school last year, so all very new and experimenting to make it work. We went up to the garden and discussed some of the problems they are dealing with and what they are trying. It's all very well planned and impressive. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #fcfcff; color: #141414; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><b>Day 2. </b></span><br />
<span style="background-color: #fcfcff;"><span style="color: #141414; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">No Joshua today. We were supposed to visit a bush school but he didn't come to get us. Irene said she wanted to take us. I thought "Oh, Irene has a car!" You can't get a car to Mama Irene's so I thought we had to walk to where it was parked. Nope, we walked all the way to the school which was very nice since I got to really look at all the flowers and bug Irene for names. We met an older gentleman along the road who wanted to know if we were doctors. I explained and he was very appreciative that we had come and giving us props for walking in the bush. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #fcfcff; color: #141414; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">I had been secretly wanting to get to the Nile but didn't know that there would be opportunity for that, but we were supposed to speak in Jinja after the school. We had to walk back out to the main road to meet our ride who turned out to be a white woman in an SUV. Her name is Theresa Daley and the connection here is that she was at an event where Melody was speaking. Melody prophesied to her that she would be going out of the country soon. Theresa went from there, directly to Macy's and bought luggage by faith. God established her in Uganda, and Godfrey, Esther's husband is on her staff. Do you smell the set-up yet? LOL! Melody's always praying to see the evidence of her words.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #fcfcff; color: #141414; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">We were so surprised and relieved. She took us to a real toilet and then Jinja. We were met by the pastor who told us no, there is not time for us today. I knew that was really God, and we all went down to the headwaters of the Nile, prayed, did our frequency things over the water and Melody and Sherry prophesied to Theresa, Esther and Godfrey. Then we had to hurry up and get to Idudi, which is a predominately Muslim community to preach out there. Getting to Idudi is one thing, but finding the church is another. It was way out in the bush and we got lost. We failed to go left at the mango tree and were running around and Godfrey is on the phone most of the time getting different directions from everyone, because apparently "I don't know" is not something one says out here. We pick up one friend who is supposed to know but doesn't. Her and Godfrey are riding in the hatchback area. Then Godfrey is on the phone with someone else and yells "stop! There she is!" We see a little 10 year old girl with a phone up to her ear on the road, so she climbs in and I'm wondering how many people we can get in this car.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #fcfcff; color: #141414; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">So we got to church late and nobody seemed to mind. They were just happy to have us and we got home way too late and had to walk in slick mud in the dark in a dangerous place. Mama Irene had apparently been waiting for us at the bottom with a flashlight. And we are scheduled for Idudi again tomorrow which none of us are thrilled with. We love Pastor Sarah but it's just a long way at the wrong time of day, driving at night is very dangerous. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #fcfcff; color: #141414; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Funny of the day: Godfrey yelling as he tries desperately to manage unruly American women; "I can't lead you if you won't stay together!"</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #fcfcff; color: #141414; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">On the way home, I'm silently asking God for strategy about the issues here and Godfrey who has been jabbering away in lugandan, out of nowhere says, "you have to forgive before you pray." Aha! Of course!</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #fcfcff; color: #141414; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">So it was a day of desires fulfilled. Sherry got her walk, Melody and I got the Nile, and we all got to go to the toilet.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #fcfcff; color: #141414; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">We got a fire under our butts today and went back to Pastor Zachariah's church (the guy who said no) and he let us go and prophesy to a group of business people. It should have been videoed. Melody was bringing it and the interpreter was all fired up and yelling and waving his arms. Melody explained our Nile trip and at the end, Zachariah got up and told the audience that in 1983, three American women came and did the same thing at the headwaters of the Nile (I'm sure it wasn't the same) and then he announced that we would be back tomorrow. This means we are double booked. Theresa made sure we got hamburgers and milkshakes, and back to the toilet. She is a godsend. She has been in Uganda long enough that she knows how to handle herself yet knows what would make us happy. She has family in Kamiah. Small world. I really appreciate everybody I'm with.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #fcfcff; color: #141414; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Melody and I woke up during the night at the same time, got our dreams down and then processed through them. Mine was that Theresa needed to not be hauling us around. Melody saw a wrecked white car. When Theresa came she said she wasn't feeling she could go to Idudi again. I agreed, but when time came, we all went. We turned on the bush road out of Idudi and we went "uh uh." We stopped in the middle of the road and prayed. Then we called pastor Sarah and explained that we did not have a release to go down the road but Sherry prophesied to her and the church. Turned the car around and went home, had a fantastic drive and conversation.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #fcfcff; color: #141414; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Then we arranged to meet with Pastor Moses and he is wonderful. We explained that Zachariah had announced rather than asked us to come back and he let us off the hook because we would be reaching more on the radio via Zachariah where Moses' church is small. He says the more Ugandans we can reach, the better. We are still going there Thurs and Fri. Lots of shifting going on with schedules. Godfrey and Esther are staying flexible with it all and getting more comfortable with us.</span><br />
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<b>Day 4</b><br />
<span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 1.4;">Day 2 at pastor Zachariah's church in Jinja. I got some video this time. You'll have to check out my </span><a href="https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCokRh8WpQIu7HWuWPhCft8g" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 1.4;" target="_blank">youtube channel</a><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 1.4;">. Then we went to an Internet cafe which was much needed and then to Theresa's house on the Nile to finish up on wifi. The atmosphere at her house is completely different and a nice break.</span><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 1.4;"> </span><br />
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<b>Day 5</b><br />
<span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 1.4;">Another fun day. Kicked it off with a front porch deliverance session, then Pastor Moses' church which was great. He wanted to have a sit down afterwards which was very nice to visit and productive. I really like him. Then downtown, where I bought Joshua lunch at the white people restaurant. He had fried chicken, French fries and a milkshake. Then he got up in church and testified about it. </span><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 1.4;"> Joshua can't believe what we eat, never mind that they also eat chicken and potatoes, just fixed differently. Esther makes the best potatos btw. You don't miss butter or gravy. Arthur on the other hand was asking about other things we eat and doing the charades, he gets to the crab pinching motions. "Yes we eat crab and lobster." He makes the ewwy face and says "I can't believe you eat that!" Now you know how we feel.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="color: #141414; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 1.4;">Then to Godfrey and Esther's church which was pretty good. I'm videoing when I'm not busy up front which meant about 20 mins video today.</span></span><br />
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<b style="color: #141414; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 1.4;">Things I have learned if you're gonna go to the bush:</b><br />
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<li style="color: #141414; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 1.4;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 1.4;">You need wash n wear hair - and don't expect to wash it very much.</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #141414; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 1.4;">Yeah, you really do need to pack your own toilet paper</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #141414; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 1.4;">You also need to bring a tasty friend to draw Mosquitos away from you. Melody will suffice.</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #141414; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 1.4;">Put odor eaters in your suitcase for dirty clothes.</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #141414; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 1.4;">You can get all the advice in the world from people who have been there, and in the end have to throw it all out.</span></li>
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<span style="background-color: #fcfcff; color: #141414; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Back to Moses' church and that was enough for one day as we are tired. He has the gift of hospitality. He brings in bottled water while the service is going, and then he wants you to hang and have a coke with him after. We are resorting to pills to sleep right now. It's just hard. It's a good time but hard. And we seem to be gaining an entourage, which luckily we can leave on the front porch and go in and shut the door when we get tired.</span><br style="background-color: #fcfcff; color: #141414; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;" /><br style="background-color: #fcfcff; color: #141414; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: #fcfcff; color: #141414; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><b>Day 7</b></span><br style="background-color: #fcfcff; color: #141414; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: #fcfcff; color: #141414; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Downtime today and I am watching Irene water the garden. She has a garden in Kampala also and grows medicinal things so we have something to talk about. She has a tremendous sized coleus too and I explained the flowers make your dreams more vivid so it's easier to remember. We went to Njeru and she pulled up some vinca and transplanted it in the garden in case somebody gets sick and can't make it to Kampala.</span><span style="background-color: #fcfcff; color: #141414; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"> </span></article><article><span style="color: #141414; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"><span style="background-color: #fcfcff; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><br /></span></span></article><article><span style="color: #141414; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"><span style="background-color: #fcfcff; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">The Ugandan's threw me a birthday party. Wrong day, but who am I to argue? Cake and presents! And a very long birthday song that I wish I had video of! I got shoes made out of tires, lots of jewelry, big paper thingie... <a href="https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10200825430596468&type=1&l=0663d9a259" target="_blank">Photo album here... </a></span></span></article><article><br style="background-color: #fcfcff; color: #141414; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: #fcfcff; color: #141414; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Really, God seems to have us on business and dealing with people's limited thinking, and identifying a few key people to "break out" and set an example and be an encouragement to others. I'm not feeling like I want to give these people all my money, which is my usual MO. They really need to think bigger. They need the prophetic. Everybody's in business but their impoverished neighbor is not going to be their best customer. The other thing we've been on is the generational deliverance. </span></article><article><span style="background-color: #fcfcff; color: #141414; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><br /></span></article><article><span style="background-color: #fcfcff; color: #141414; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><b>Day 8</b></span><br style="background-color: #fcfcff; color: #141414; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: #fcfcff; color: #141414; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">I have been in church more times in the last week than in my entire life. I'm not feeling the need to butt heads with religion like I do in the states, I'll leave that job to Godfrey. He has a gentle way of explaining things.</span><br /><br style="background-color: #fcfcff; color: #141414; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: #fcfcff; color: #141414; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">What a long week. We are easily annoyed and easily amused at this point. Nothing sleep won't fix. And moving more into the bush from here. </span></article><article><span style="background-color: #fcfcff; color: #141414; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><br /></span></article><article><div class="messageContent" style="margin: 0px; min-height: 100px; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px;">
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<span style="color: #141414; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 1.4;">We have no idea. We knew to go preach in Nkokonjeru and thought we were then going to Mokono to live, but we got out of the truck in Nkokonjeru and they started unloading our bags. Anyway, we are staying with a woman who is wealthy by Ugandan standards. She has a maid, electricity, tv. She hosts all the ministry people and has everything you'd want. You know, not actual running water, but nice.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #141414; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 1.4;">We had a nice breakfast with Harriet. She works as an accountant for the govt, came home for lunch and fed us, which is more than the one meal a day we been getting. Sherry is running a fever and Melody had a dream warning that she needed antibiotics, so waiting for that to kick in. My stomach would like me to stop throwing weird things down there. One day we ran out of </span><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">water and</span><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 1.4;"> I ate a papaya for fluids. Not used to so much fruit. Basically, at any given time one of us is sick but mostly pushing through.</span></span></blockquote>
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<span style="color: #141414; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 1.4;">We had a hard time at church today minus Sherry. Lots of witchcraft in the meeting, to the point of actually stopping the meeting to pray. Melody spoke and did not open it up for prophecy this time, where we ministered to every single person including babies the night before. Melody sat down and pastor wanted me to get up there and say something so I prophesied to him, which might have included the phrase "stink eye" so I'm not sure how that translated.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #141414; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 1.4;">We've been trying to understand what the deal is here, and nobody's talking because "it's too bad." We did get canibalism out of Esther and Godfrey. I got the scoop from Joshua later.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #141414; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 1.4;">Never say never. I thought no way would I ever get on a boda boda, but when you're broke down in the middle of the bush and working on your sunburn, apparently you do whatcha gotta do. We were supposed to speak in a church nearby and pastor Joseph was taking us in a very old Toyota Corolla which broke down. Melody had had a dream that we were going to have trouble getting out of Nkokonjeru. So some guys come by on motorcycles and everybody's working on the car, but they eventually give up and Godfrey breaks the news to us that we are going to church on the bodas. Dangerous and fun, and a very scenic ride. We are in a higher elevation so it's cooler and you can look out over palm tree tops and see mountains and valleys. Sherry asked me if I had ever prayed for an exciting birthday, could I please cap it right there. We finally got to church, it was very free, very welcoming and a good time. Then we went home on the bodas, at which point I got a burn. It blistered up but I don't feel it.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #141414; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 1.4;">So back to Harriet's with a half hour to eat lunch before dashing off to the next meeting at Nkokonjeru. I think Godfrey and pastors wife were not going for a repeat of the day before and cleaned the place out. I don't know what was going on but they were serious business. Godfrey had both pointer fingers out, one towards the sky and one at the ground, yelling in high speed Lugandan. Melody explained why witchcraft mixing with Christianity is bad, had em all repent and then we prophesied to everyone individually. We had done that in the morning as well in the other church and Fred, one of the village pastors was fascinated with that and wants to join NIT. What's interesting is that I had an easier time prophesying in the hard place than the free place.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #141414; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 1.4;">Well, I feel a resolution of why we had to come here. I feel like we're done now. Had another great day at Chiboogoo, or however you spell that. We got there in the car this time and Pastor Joseph is a maniac behind the wheel. He basically says two words in English to us, "sorry" and "chitty chitty bang bang" which is what we named his car. Oh, the coolest thing happened in church today. Melody got the 4 area pastors to come together in covenant and do a prophetic act of an exchange. Each took something out of their pockets and passed it to the next, and then one distributed it back around. Joseph was collecting it all and Pastor Something-I-can't-Pronounce picked a caterpillar out of the handful of money, wallets and phones and threw it on the ground in front of me. I was so stunned. And nobody else seemed to catch on that the locust and the cankerworm were being prophetically cast down from their finances. So I spoke up.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #141414; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 1.4;">We are in Entebbe and I picked an expensive hotel! You have no idea how all the little things excite us. We are so psyched about toilet paper, shower, air conditioning, a mirror, pillows, soft bed, ect. The only issue is I will put my clean body back into muddy sweaty pjs. So happy. So ready to go home. Got a shower and did all </span><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">bathroomy related things. Now I'm thinking about ice in my drink. Tomorrow, tomorrow! Or maybe the day after... Amsterdam here I come!</span></span></blockquote>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17229512327227222282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654454522542530019.post-53218587395023968812013-06-17T20:04:00.000-07:002013-08-28T15:57:36.451-07:00Paranormal Connections<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
You may or may not be aware of my involvement with <a href="http://www.nowinterpretthis.com/" target="_blank">"Now Interpret This!"</a> We teach dream interpretation and prophetic ministry, as well as
provide a dream interpretation service for regular folks who need it
and/or want to support our outreaches. We have always had interns
scattered all over the country, or even the world, but I recently got
assigned an intern that is not unreasonably far away from me. We can
actually get together in person every once in awhile. <br />
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Our last
get-together was to take a trip to a new age fair. We are looking at
places to get some practice and break out of ministry to only
Christians. We found out about this opportunity too late but decided to
go anyway and make some friends and see if this is something we would
want to do next year. <br />
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We walked through and were seemingly
invisible to all except a little paranormal girl. She was overseeing a
booth for the local Paranormal Society and had lots of photos set up on
the table. If you've followed this blog long, you know I'm all over
that! I book it on over there and she's showing me all her spirit
photography. The first one I looked at had a picture of a guy sitting
on some stairs and a baby stroller next to him and a dark spirit looming
over the stroller. Looked like Darth Vader, I kid you not. <br />
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So
I'm looking at em and I go "Hey! Are you guys good at telling what's
real and what's fake?" She goes "Yeah!" I say "Good, cause I got
lots!" <br />
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Much to my intern's amusement, I invite myself behind the
table, sit down next to her and excitedly start pulling out angel
pictures, fire coming out of the bible pictures, burning bushes etc. I was too busy
pointing and explaining to see her reaction. She verified them as real
by the way, or at least she couldn't see any of the normal
lighting/camera rationalizations, and I was trying to pick her brain
about what can cause a camera to do weird stuff. I don't want to be
putting stuff out there if its not real. <br />
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Anyway, I got invited
to hang out with them. After getting connected on Facebook, it looks
like they mostly hang out in graveyards. I'll probably pass. We went
from there to coffee with a guy who wanted to talk to us about having a
dream interpretation booth at 12 Days of Praise, which is an entirely
Christian audience. Talk about a juxtaposition. <br />
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In more efforts
to break out into a different audience, we added an extra live chat to
our site. I invited strictly people who consult physics, astrologers,
tarot readers and such. Out of 130 sign ups, 4 showed. One of them
informed me that our event was the same time as Paranormal Connections
and she was trying to keep an eye on both. As time went on, she started
engaging more and more with us. She has a prophetic intercessory
gifting, she doesn't know what that is, but I explained it in
non-religious language. She eventually revealed her real name and asked
to connect outside of chat, so we're talking. She wants to use her
gift the right way, and is tired of the torment of not being able to
stop what she sees happening. For now, she tells me what she sees, I
pray and declare, and she stands in agreement. <br />
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So yeah, fun fun! And maybe the paranormal people are my new demographic? I could handle that! </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17229512327227222282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654454522542530019.post-29872388449056277442013-04-23T19:06:00.000-07:002013-04-23T19:26:14.949-07:00In Jesus<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I have been working through some things this week. I'll spare you all the details, lets just say lotta crying going on. I talked to a prophetic friend and one of the things she said was that she saw me in front of the throne wrapped in an indian blanket. As soon as she said it I was there. If you haven't been keeping up with me, I translate to heaven now and then. It was a big deal because I had been crying out, feeling like there was no comforter, no cover, and boom, I'm there and seeing it. Momentary and I'm back in the conversation.<br />
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Last night I decided to go back there and get some resolution. Engaging the process of going to heaven happens through the sanctified imagination. God can do His sovereign thing and get you there, my first time was a surprise, but we can also go boldly before the Throne of Grace. You've already been invited. For me, I have to start off with something I can visualize, for instance picking up where I was last time. Starting is usually a little rough, but eventually the daydream takes on a life of its own and when you get surprised, that's when you know you're not making it up.<br />
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So I'm back, with my blanket on and I stand up. I held the corners of my blanket in each hand and stretched out my arms
and asked Him to burn up all the junk. I've gotten over my issues with
the consuming fire, I was ready for something to change here, drastic
times you know. He didn't take me up on that offer.<br />
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I did get to go
sit with Jesus though, well, I thought "with", but as it turned out,
"in." That's how the scripture goes right? Seated in heavenly places
IN Christ Jesus? I never knew how that worked before. You just sit
down and merge. I was sitting like you would sit on someone's lap,
expect instead of on top, I just assimilated in. And that was new, so I
spent some time moving in and out of Jesus, cause it was weird, and
cool. Lean back, I'm in, lean forward, I'm out. In... Out... In... You
can totally be a little kid in heaven. In fact, it's kinda mandatory.
(Matt 18:3)
I was focusing on what it felt like when I was in vs out. Got done
playing and settled in and stayed because I could feel stuff coming off
of me when I was in. "This must be what He meant with all that
'resting' and 'abiding' stuff." <br />
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His hands were still his hands
and my hands were still my hands, and I was checking out his hands.
They are kinda thin flat guy hands. Nice hands, but just hands. The
scars are up at the wrists. Then he took hold of my hand and put it up
over his heart, which was my heart too and then I realized they were
merged. Wow. Really? One heartbeat. Whoa. Pause for cry session. I
decide that is a good place to leave spirit me parked while I run around
and do stuff down here. I know you guys are all saying "Duh", but
yeah, I really didn't get it before. Its just words on a page until it becomes my experience. <br />
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I'm in the middle of writing a book and have so far had a lot to say about the heart, beliefs of the heart etc. I'm still processing the depth of my experience. And at the moment, I can't process anything, so I'm simply going to hit "publish" and go get some rest. </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17229512327227222282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654454522542530019.post-39998028955257626812013-03-18T10:42:00.000-07:002013-03-18T10:42:03.141-07:00Filming Angels<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Hi all, we've just wrapped up a weekend prophetic retreat. House full of girls for 3 days. Par-Tay! We had a lot of angelic activity while we were all together so I was having fun videoing with my phone. We have a lot on camera. Most of it is sorta personal but I do have this clip to share of Del playing the keyboard. You're looking for little orbs whizzing around the room. There are a few in the beginning and then bigger and better around the 4 minute mark onward (I think). (Vid is less than 7 mins.)<br />
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If you have your doubts I suggest you film your own. I take lots of supernatural photos, it's not that hard. You do usually need to have digital equipment. Perry Stone gave an explanation of why digital picks up the spirit realm but I can't remember what he said. There is nothing like having pictures and video that you shot, that you know is not a fake. <br />
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Just because you see orbs, don't automatically assume angels. I can take as many orb photos at a new age shop as I can church. Recently we were up at the headwaters of the Sacramento river and a friend was taking pictures with spectacular orb shots. I know that we had protection there, but based on the feeling and influences, I would not assume they were entirely angelic beings. </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17229512327227222282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654454522542530019.post-59211345302795946132012-11-24T05:57:00.001-08:002013-02-23T18:01:20.539-08:00Treading Awfully Close to the Lines<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I know I haven't updated for a while, so here's a quick note to let you
know where I'm at. I've decided to reopen a former business. What's
that got to do with God you ask? Plenty. Marketplace and ministry are
colliding in a messy as ever dilemma. I know there's no such thing as a
secular business for me, just not sure where the lines are. But I know there are plenty of lines I can cross.<br />
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The
aforementioned business is <a href="http://www.freedom-flowers.com/" target="_blank">Freedom Flowers</a>, my flower essence company.
Flower essences are not the same as essential oils. It would be much
easier if they were, because essential oils are understood and accepted
by the church. Flower essences, on the other hand are generally
considered "witchcraft" or "new age". And they have a point. The new
age community has been the sole embracers of essences in modern times
and all of the writing we have on them is from that perspective.
However, God made these things and I'm taking it back. I so see my
Fathers hand in these, they are so deeply spiritual, all of them heal
wounds and tear down walls and call the person back to Him. <br />
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The
business before, I was shaky and afraid and had no Christian support.
My closest allies were animal psychics, new age shop keepers, mediums...
How do I stand by myself in the midst of this? I had to take some time
off and get to know Papa better. <br />
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So back at it, not even for a
week, and my friend, my teacher, my spiritual mom is already having to
stick up for me. She says "I need to have a way to answer these
people". I had a dream that we were on trial for witchcraft and our
lawyer was quoting from Luke 11, starting where Satan can't cast out
Satan. There's our answer. That simple dream freed me immensely. One
of the issues I had in the past was the thought that if I was focusing
on essences, it meant that i believed traditional healing and
deliverance wasn't enough. Maybe I was focusing on the wrong thing. I
had tentatively referred to them as "bottled deliverance" and felt
guilty for making a connection like that. Now, I'm seeing it as a
covert way, for those who would not go for prayer, who don't actually
believe in the demonic, to receive help. And I'm going after the
strongman. :)<br />
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So yeah, there's some opposition. You see, all of
those fears that Christians in the know have about these are somewhat
justified. When you make a flower essence, it becomes very apparent
that its not anything you're doing, you become cognizant of a much
higher power. You are simply the facilitator, hanging around during the
process. Who the essence maker turns to in that moment of awestruck
worship, ultimately becomes a part of the end product. There can be
incantations on them, absolutely intended to transfer to you. You do
want to know your source. <br />
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I'm finding it interesting that as soon as I said yes to reopening, I get invited to go talk about these things at Mt Shasta, which is sort of the mecca for flower essences. Lots of flower essence companies and practitioners springing up in that area, mostly via info from channeling the local territorial spirits. Am I ready for this? I will find out ;) <br />
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So, I could use some prayer if you're
on the same page with me about redeeming these things. If not, I
really don't need your Christian witchcraft, but I think we can all
agree that I need wisdom. </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17229512327227222282noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654454522542530019.post-31617100848042658482012-06-24T19:44:00.000-07:002013-02-23T17:53:52.403-08:00No Trace Left<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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After the <a href="http://bigwildgod.blogspot.com/2012/04/spring-cleaning-and-banana-cream.html" target="_blank">banana cream parfait thing</a>, and getting the generational stuff cleaned out, I started having bathroom dreams. I knew something more was coming out, but the grand finale was a short but violent "throwing up with diarrhea" dream that jolted me awake with an "Oh that's not going to be fun" response. Dreams with any kind of bathroom action in them whether it's showering, the bath, toilet, washing hands, it's all cleansing and getting rid of what shouldn't be there.<br />
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Old issues started surfacing next. I became very aware that they were driving my behavior, and that I was not living healthy today because of what happened yesterday. One dream I had was nothing more than a review of my day, watching from a third person perspective. I watched something happen and how I overreacted to a small annoyance and then was taken back to what happened when I was younger that created a wound that caused my overreaction that day and many other days.<br />
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So this cause and present day effect went on for a couple weeks, and yeah, it was not fun. I was crying everyday, at inappropriate places and times like all day at work. All this stuff was coming up and being relived and fresh and raw and open. I had thought from the dream it would be more like ripping off a bandaid than picking at scabs.<br />
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What worked, was by a stroke of perfect timing, I got <a href="http://impact4.rightbrainmedia.com/Resources/PrayerofTransformation.aspx" target="_blank">Jim Richard's</a> "Change Your Heart, Change Your World" cd's in the mail. I get a surprise goodie box once a month also, with the expectation that I will share all this stuff with others via our Friday night "Holy Spirit" meetings. Everything came in the mail at once, maybe I had to feel good and terrible to be motivated to go through these resources. I kept ripping open packages and going "Yay! I need this!" I'm still working through the books "<a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0768441315/ref=as_li_qf_sp_asin_il_tl?ie=UTF8&tag=northflowerem-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=0768441315" target="_blank">Unbound</a>" and "<a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0982059094/ref=as_li_qf_sp_asin_il_tl?ie=UTF8&tag=northflowerem-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=0982059094" target="_blank">Finally Free</a>", but I started listening to the cd's and knew that they were jiving perfectly with the way things were being revealed. I actually went through these with family and it was helpful to talk about things that happened. My perspective of what happened was not necessarily accurate. Just one more way that the truth can set you free.<br />
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So Jim is on Sid Roth now, so I don't have to explain how all this works. Watch the video. <a href="http://www.sidroth.org/site/News2?abbr=tv_&page=NewsArticle&id=11495">Dr. Jim Richards - Sid Roth - It's Supernatural</a>. Here's a <a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_442387262" target="_blank">link to the prayer</a><a href="http://impact4.rightbrainmedia.com/Resources/PrayerofTransformation.aspx" target="_blank"> </a>that is the crux of the whole thing. Basically, whenever you have a negative emotion come up, you stop then and there (that means you keep it with you) and you go through it. You do need to be very intentional about every word you say, or it becomes just another religious exercise. I added some things to it, it's fully customizable :)<br />
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After about two days of staying on this, and stopping numerous times a day to pull out the prayer, I was feeling pretty good. My back and neck pain had left and I've known for years that there's no point in going to the chiropractor until I get my relationships sorted out. And I was having less and less issues come up. A day with no anger, no hurt, no insecurity. It happened.<br />
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<a href="http://i1067.photobucket.com/albums/u440/Seneca_s/Untitled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://i1067.photobucket.com/albums/u440/Seneca_s/Untitled.jpg" /></a>All the previous dreaming and crying had taken a tole though and I was worn out. I came home from work, flopped down on my bed still in uniform and promptly went into visions. The one that I remember was Jesus coming and and picking me up and carrying me into a raging fire. First I was happy about it. Then I thought, "This is probably gonna suck, but I trust Him." I had the third person perspective again, watching from the bed as I saw my hair catch fire and then I disappeared into the flames. Hair in dreams can represent our attitudes and mindsets. Then I remembered what I added to that prayer. "I ask you to come Lord, All Consuming Fire, and burn away any residue, any seeds, implantations or any fruit, that there would be no trace left of this feeling in my life.<br />
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It's been one of those weeks. Or months... Maybe the last couple years. I have been learning how to not be so busy. It's a fight. Today started off all wrong, or so I thought. <br><br>
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Zoe, the puppy would not go potty for me this morning before I left for work. She's usually very good, might take some doing to get her out of bed, but once she's outside, she wants to get it over with. This is a yawn. "I'll just lay down out here."<br><br>
I went to work and called Mom on my break since I doubted Zoe could hold it for 20 hours. She said she'd walk over and let her out. After work, since Zoe had gotten a later bathroom break, I felt like I could stop and look at some red impatients and maybe think about spending the money on them. I got over there and a lady was sitting behind the flowers between them and the wall and started talking to me. Asked me why the red. Then she told me she hadn't had a cigarette in 2 years. Hmmm, ok, I didn't see a cigarette in her hand... I said "But here you are sitting on the smoking bench..."<br>
"I know! And all the church people are going to come by and see me sitting here!" I laughed and walked around the plants recognizing this for what it was. A set up. <br><br>
So I look at her and to sum up, we have an addiction trying to come back, the worst day she's had in 2 years, a brace on her leg and I could tell she probably has trouble fitting in and finding friends. <br> "Ok God, where do we start?"<br>
"Just let her talk."<br>
"I can do that."<br>
So she talked. She unloaded. And it wasn't your run of the mill problems, it was problems that the local media has been on top of, but I didn't realize it was her family. Wasn't even real to me until I was hearing it from her and I hadn't heard the big evil part of what happened. And it got spiritual real fast. I didn't steer it at all. She lit her cigarettes but was mostly too busy talking. She had moved back fairly recently to be with family that was in a point of turmoil, but wasn't strong enough to not get sucked in. She didn't have an outside person to talk to, was in a church that probably doesn't understand anything about warfare and said I was her first friend. I like her. I drove her home and prayed for her. I would never have had the opportunity had I been in a hurry. So many other days have been like that, the times where I don't have a plan are the great days. I can't shun schedules and responsibility. But I don't have to cram it all in so tightly that I can't stop for one person. We'll see how long this change of mind lasts.<br><br>
I did buy the red impatients. Every time I look at em I'll think of her.
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Spring cleaning seems to be on God's heart for me and many others I know, and it all started for me with this <a href="http://www.nowinterpretthis.com/xenforo/index/threads/changing-the-sheets.286/#post-1136">lovely little dream</a> about taking care of the <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Exodus%2034:6-7&version=NIV">generational curses</a> in the family. After that one, I had another revealing Freemasonry in my bloodline. Mom had a dream of being married to a 33rd degree Freemason. Dad was not a mason, I believe that since Mom is the matriarch of the family, it was revealing what we were in covenant with. <br />
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Once a week the entire extended family in the area gets together for Sunday night supper. I printed off <a href="http://www.jubileeresourcesusa.org/pdf_files/PRAYER_OF_RELEASE_FROM_FREEMASONRY-WEB.pdf">this prayer</a> of renunciations for descendants of Freemasons and we went through it as a family. It took a full glass of pop and about a half hour for me to get through it all, but afterward we all felt free and happy and there was that unmistakable fragrance of His Presence in the room. <br />
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Had a couple more Masonic dreams showing me where to go from there. Mom had a vision of Rick Santorum and Newt Gingrich chasing Mitt Romney. (Or it might have been that they were running behind him :) she said "chasing.") At the same time, she heard that we were supposed to renounce the Masonic declarations spoken over the nation. How those two things go together, I'll leave you to speculate. <br />
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We basically went through the generational prayer again, only instead of "our forefathers", it was "our founding fathers". Not going head to head against fortified spirits, just forgiving those involved and praying in the Light.<br />
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The following Sunday was my turn to cater Sunday Night Supper and I woke up that morning from a dream of a banana cream parfait in a mason jar. Not quite sure how to interpret that, but I liked the idea of celebrating that we've driven that spirit bananas, so I made parfaits and they were tasty!<br />
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Nilla wafers, banana cream pudding mix, bananas and whipped cream.<br />
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I came home from work last week and my dog Zoe was on three legs. She came up crying as I got in the door and I immediately sat down and made a big fuss and kissed her all over her face. She maneuvered around so that her hind leg was in my hands. I felt around, moved it through her range of motion... It was her "knee." (Do dogs have knees?) I did a quick little prayer and let go. She put the foot down on the ground and started walking on it, a little at first and then she started stepping down more normally, testing it out. She turned around and looked at me. "Are we all good?" I asked. She ran off and got her ball.<br />
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But that's not all. I think if dogs can be saved, Zoe is IN! My mom dog sits once a week and tells her all about Jesus. My sister and I were in another room while Mom and Zoe were playing and we were snickering about the lesson going on in there. "Zoe's probably the only dog in the world that gets the gospel preached to her." I said. But Mom heard me and yelled back, "When Jesus comes back, every knee will have to bow, so she might as well know now!" Bwhah ha ha ha ha! We were laughing then, but that knee that's gonna have to bow is now in fine shape to do so.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17229512327227222282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654454522542530019.post-79760375894084943832011-11-22T18:23:00.000-08:002011-11-22T18:23:47.532-08:00Two For One NightThe other night, my sister got home and there was a teenage boy she's acquainted with out on her sidewalk pacing back and forth waiting for her to get home. He'd been in a fight and hurt his punching hand. She took him inside and got him settled down and prayed for his hand. The pain left right away and there was some other thing on the same hand that he said kept getting lighter and going away. He left and she settled in for the night when there was a knock on the door. <br />
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He was back, this time with a girl in tow, who had a broken hand. So my sister sat them down, explained that Jesus died on the cross for our healing as well as our salvation, it was available to anybody that wanted it, and she prayed for the girl's hand. She got done, asked her to check it out and the girl started to open and close her fingers. She was so excited and kept opening and closing them, then she started poking around because she could feel the break before, where the bones were separated. No break. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxwSTLjRBT63MkxrFLYggzqpD9kF1p-CzcwA2m6CKKV3h8vxRRXLo8y2vkGxhGyaCKRj51q5ove8gXiazkuO-D_G5vIXXeKOuvQef5AWfijLgFkTKQuWe6vWtATU7Vkxtmgik_1975mSsn/s1600/2772.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="214" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxwSTLjRBT63MkxrFLYggzqpD9kF1p-CzcwA2m6CKKV3h8vxRRXLo8y2vkGxhGyaCKRj51q5ove8gXiazkuO-D_G5vIXXeKOuvQef5AWfijLgFkTKQuWe6vWtATU7Vkxtmgik_1975mSsn/s320/2772.jpg" /></a></div><br />
Then she looks directly at Jill and says, "Do you believe in 2012?" This had obviously been bugging her. Jill said "What do you mean? Like the apocalypse?" <br />
"Yeah." She explained that the bible says that no man knows the day or the hour, but that God does give us signs of the end times." The conversation veered down some different roads from there, God's love, the book of John, Grandma's church, etc. They left really happy. <br />
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This is so ideal in my mind, where they just show up at your house, where God just shows up at your house! How cool is that? The problem is, God shows up at our houses more than He shows up in the churches. It's sad, but He's a gentleman. He doesn't go where He's not wanted, or if they wanna keep Him on the bench the whole time, He obliges. She knew when she was talking to the girl about healing, that God was just gonna have to do it. She never said maybe she'd be healed. It was a simple done deal. Woulda been awkward if He hadn't healed her. Lucky for us, He likes to do that stuff. <br />
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You can see people get healed too, start <a href="http://bigwildgod.blogspot.com/2011/07/crash-course-in-healing.html">here.</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17229512327227222282noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654454522542530019.post-67468134199805376992011-10-23T09:26:00.000-07:002011-10-23T15:07:03.493-07:00Lovers vs WorkersMost Christians will tell you they believe in salvation by grace and not works, but their actions say otherwise. And maybe they really do believe they're going to heaven based on a decision alone, but so many are running around trying awfully hard to make their Daddy happy. <br />
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It's easy to tell a lover from a worker. Workers are not the happiest bunch, and there's a sense of duty around everything they do. Their motive is to please God. They operate out of their own strength - which is just flesh - and they expect something back. Either acknowledgment from those they help, or for God to move on their behalf, crown in heaven, they've got something in mind, even if they won't admit it. A lot of it is "Hey Father, look what I did!" I don't mean to imply that workers don't love, but it's not the primary motivation, and they are not resting securely in their Father's love.<br />
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Lovers place a high value on obedience to God, but they don't act out of duty. They are compelled by Love. Through resting in that Love, they change things everywhere they go through little effort of their own. Their working comes out of union with God. Love is like a tangible thrust that fills their sails and propels them into action with a happy ambition. Lovers will out work the workers any day of the week.<br />
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Lately when Jesus has been showing up (<a href="http://bigwildgod.blogspot.com/2011/06/wild-man.html">yes I see Him</a>) it's been to talk to me about rest and remind me that I'm starting to operate from my own strength, which is just flesh and we know that's weak right? He's trying to save me from a life of prostitution. Because if you're a worker instead of a lover... Yeah. <br />
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So we gotta remember that we are the branch connected to the vine. <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=John%2015:1-17&version=NIV">(John 1:1-17)</a> Our primary purpose is to "abide". Just as the sap flows from the vine into the branch, we also are tapped into that continual infilling of the Spirit, which enables us to produce fruit and continue to grow. There is nothing required on our part beyond just staying connected. The fruit just happens. Now, you can be in a dormant season, so if you don't see fruit, don't panic and try to squeeze some out through your own effort. Stay connected to the vine. If there's areas of your life not producing fruit, God'll take care of it. Just rest in His unconditional love.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17229512327227222282noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654454522542530019.post-29040834745529604532011-09-26T18:45:00.000-07:002011-09-27T17:34:30.338-07:00Tired Lil' RadicalsThe Healing Rooms Ministries in Spokane put on their annual <a href="http://healingrooms.com/index.php?src=shc">Spiritual Hunger Conference</a> last we so we went up for that and crashed at a friend's place. Healing Rooms teams from all over the world fly in for this thing, and then there are people like us with no affiliation that just come for a good time. Speakers were Bill and Beni Johnson, Cal Pierce, Jim White and others with <a href="http://www.kelanie.com/">Kelanie Gloecker</a> doing worship. <br />
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You gotta be there at 8 am and you're getting back 10:30 at night, all us out-of-towners are crashed at my friend's. She said she didn't have any furniture so it was air-bed city. I was out in the hallway/stairwell and my roommate prays out loud in her sleep. Intercession going all night. I got tired by Thurs night. Thursday morning some guy came over and told us we should go to John G Lake's grave, told us there are angels there. He then handed us a map. We all agreed that was something we oughta go do. John G Lake started the Healing Rooms in Spokane and on the way there, my friend who lives there was telling us about a dog that got run over and they laid the dog on the grave site and it was resurrected. <br />
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We got to the graveyard and started walking around, we had no idea where to go. Jill and Jeanette are the better "feelers" and they were walking around with their hands out walking toward the power. Kinda like the hot/cold game. I kept going to a tree, but it wasn't his headstone. I kept looking toward that tree though. Turned out I was just on the wrong side of the tree. So we soaked up all the impartation we had time to get, and we were wondering how far away this extended. I said it had to be a 50 foot radius of Holy Spirit action, so one of em walked right and the other walked left. Jeanette paced it off. 50 feet exactly, or as exact as shoe measuring gets. <br />
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Friday, there was a workshop we decided to skip in favor of taking a nap, but we wound up going to Medical Lake instead. We got in in our conference clothes, oh well, it was fun. I got super drunk in the Spirit and Mom thought for sure someone was going to have to collect me from the bottom of the lake. The last thing I was able to say was, "I gotta get in a little deeper." I didn't realize God was gonna take that statement symbolically. I was laughing and shrieking and tears and not being able to breathe for laughing. We were not the only people there. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRmmYqCSJ0s0joc-G-mfZOMwayRVe1MaGKHMyjheUloBRnjPAP9IYLk91AdzGs0TifENhRxaGuUDFNZ9zwb2RUP1OD_N-lrhbBM19XsyQEPN6qdAhHgTOvWIzF9Qd3DG9E-LDN-S3HoF7k/s1600/IMG_0263.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRmmYqCSJ0s0joc-G-mfZOMwayRVe1MaGKHMyjheUloBRnjPAP9IYLk91AdzGs0TifENhRxaGuUDFNZ9zwb2RUP1OD_N-lrhbBM19XsyQEPN6qdAhHgTOvWIzF9Qd3DG9E-LDN-S3HoF7k/s320/IMG_0263.JPG" /></a></div><br />
An hour of laughing later, we're back at the conference and Jim White gets drunk in the Spirit taking the offering, then the band gets hit, Cal Pierce gets up to speak and can't. He slides down behind the podium laughing, so Jim takes the mic and says "Here's Bill". Bill Johnson gets up, I thought he was gonna lose it there for a minute but he was able to stay up. And it was a good thing too cause 40 people got their metal rods and plates removed including this lady I prayed for. <br />
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We got back late and we were tired and hungry. Everybody is lined up on the couch eating zuchinni bread and not saying a word. My friend walks in, looks at us, "How can such peaceful people be so radical?"<br />
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Saturday morning I went in for the morning prayer. There was some lady on the floor laughing, I stepped over her to get to the book table. When I came back she was still going and she'd got a hold of somebody's legs and was passing it on to him. From there it went person to person and they got a drunken huddle together, so we went up and got in on it. It got bigger and bigger and when my friend walked in, she had seen this so many times at our house she was sure Jill and I instigated the whole thing. Nope, not us, not this time. Later on after the morning session, the laughing lady grabbed me and hugged me, told me she loved me. I said "I love you too, God bless and stay whacked." She said that they had prayed for her to receive the joy of the Lord the night before and she had been like this ever since. My laugh muscles hurt today as I write this, so I can only imagine how she's feeling by now. <br />
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And Saturday night? One big drunk fest. Cal got to talk for a little while, actually, he was up there unnecessarily long because nobody was listening at the end. I started out laughing at other people, someone laid hands on me and then it was an authentic drunkenness which is way more fun, but hard on the abs. This is NOT how it went last year.<br />
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The point of me telling you all this stuff, and there's plenty that I'm leaving out,is that you aren't going to get this at home. There is a trend of doing church on the internet or tv, and that's really an awesome thing, I'm not knocking it at all. If you can't get there in person, by all means, but there are people doing live streaming when they are in the same town. And I know, that all the things I did and experienced here is not everyone's cup of tea, but whatever your cup of tea is, I guarantee you are supposed to get out and interact with the rest of the body of Christ. There comes a point where you don't need another good sermon. Some of you have had decades of those. You need God in your life, you need to feel the tangible glory, not just head knowledge. You need people who can put the missing pieces in your puzzle, and people who can pray for you. Go outside and be sociable. And here's a video for those who need the "drunk in the Spirit" bit explained to them. He got it for the first time about like I did. All by myself, praying. <br />
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So yeah, walking down the street, thinking that I'm done putting myself out there, at least until I get over this most recent boo boo, when I turn up the next street and I see my guy that I prayed for get up out of his wheelchair and walk out to the corner to meet me. And then I thought, "Yep, pretty much worth it." So what if I mess up and fall on my face some more. My ego takes a hit, but that's probably a good thing. I'm stumbling but he's walking. <br />
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So he yells out from up the street, "Hello honey, how are you?" I said "I'm good how are YOU?" "Reeeeeeeal good, how far do you walk every day?" I told him eight miles. "Eight miles! I'd be happy if I could walk one mile, but I got this far!" And his wife was out too and I'd never talked to her before, but she was wanting to pray together so we stood out on the corner and prayed, then she told me all about how he was doing. He's in progress. <br />
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I'm in progress too, I'm gonna keep on truckin. God's cool with the process. Parents watching their children learn to walk don't get upset every time the kid falls down. God's not up there going "Stupid kid's never gonna get it. She should just stop trying. What a moron." That'd be ludicrous. No, He's smiling and holding out a steady hand and picking me back up when I'm down by showing me something that went right. The proud Papa.<br />
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When I left my guy, he announced "I'm gonna walk up there! And then I'm coming right back here! (Pointing to the next street - how many times have I heard little kids say that!) "Good plan. Don't overdo it." I said. Afterwards I walked up on a group talking about me. "Seneca? She's out there." I walked up behind the person and said "Yeah, I am out there." I'm finding my next limb.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17229512327227222282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654454522542530019.post-32983266282110701452011-09-05T09:34:00.000-07:002011-09-28T16:59:56.463-07:00The Flip Side of Losing SomeoneI was talking to a friend a few weeks ago whose dad had just died and right after, things really started opening up in her ministry. I said "I don't know if you noticed this, or if there's something in scripture about it and i just learned the hard way, but I've noticed that whenever somebody dies, there's a greater release for the living. You can take a giant step forward if you're willing to." <br />
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She said "It is in the Bible and it is John 12:24<br />
I tell you the truth, unless a kernel of wheat is planted in the soil and dies, it remains alone. But its death will produce many new kernels--a plentiful harvest of new lives."<br />
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Smith Wigglesworth didn't wanna say why God was using him so mightly. It was actually his wife that was the better speaker and one day, she went to be with the Lord and it was at that point, that Wigglesworth's ministry had a new sweetness. A new power and anointing. <br />
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So it's bittersweet. But I've watched it play out over and over again. In our weakness, God shows His strength. I'm in no way saying that He kills people for a greater good. It's more like sticking it to Satan. He works all things together for our good. No where in that verse does it say that all things are good. People have had a tendency to try and make bad things into some kind of lesson or reason or justification why a just and loving God would do this to them. I'm not doing that here. Bad things happen to good people without it being God's will. I hear so much stuff that I can't remember who said what, but someone had a vision of the stoning of Steven. He said that God said to Satan when Steven died, "That one's gonna cost you." Then as we all know Saul got apprehended and became Paul. That's a story that stuck with me. I definitely see the cause and effect there.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17229512327227222282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654454522542530019.post-74474695005889638712011-08-19T06:12:00.000-07:002011-10-21T17:23:41.628-07:00What Your Car Says About YouI've heard that <a href="http://blog.dougaddison.com/758/tattoo-interpretation-training-rings-a-stir-in-england/">Doug Addison</a> has taken the basic principles of dream interpretation and started applying them to interpreting tattoos. There's obviously the symbology in the subject matter of the tattoo, but what body part, right side vs left all says something too. Just another way to get people in the world to realize that their life has purpose and that they're gifted and called.<br />
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I started branching out from dreams too, around the beginning of the year, but what I've been doing is interpreting vehicles. In dreams, your vehicle represents your ministry, your calling, the current level of anointing or spiritual power you're operating in in that season of your life. We don't generally get too detailed about it in dreams, (is it a car, truck, boat, and what color). You can be running around in anything in a dream, but in real life, it's much more practical and logical so we have to look deeper. I apologize if this gets too far out there, you're gonna need your prophetic goggles and your metaphorical thinking cap to follow this stuff.<br />
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This all started around the beginning of the year when I got the car that I have now, and I realized that it was all too weird and God must've been involved. Why <i>that </i>car? I'd also had a prophetic word from someone about a new car and it played out exactly as he said, but silly us, we thought it was about ministry. But 1 Corinthians 15:44-49 says that first things happen in the natural, then it happens in the spiritual. So I really started to look at what it all meant. It's an '07 Chevy Impala, red. I knew there was something with the Impala, so I looked that up. It means "graceful" but the really interesting thing about Impalas, is that unlike a lot of desert animals, they're completely dependent upon water. Water is symbolic of Holy Spirit. They're used as an indicator. If you're out in the bush, and you see Impalas, they will lead you to water. (Side note: I've always lived near water. Usually right along a river.)<br />
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Lets look at another one. A green '97 Honda Civic, but what she really wants is a Honda Odyssey. I Googled Honda, depending on what site you look at, it means "the edge of the fields" or "from the original rice paddy." Either way, there's a harvest thing going on. If it's the rice paddy deal, you can't harvest without being in the water. (There's that Holy Spirit reference again.) Edge of the fields is like evangelism to the edges of society. The outcasts, the fringe people, civic pertains to your city. Green means young, inexperienced, growth. 97 means pure, free from fraud, without mixed motives. What's this got to do with my friend? She has a youth ministry and a street ministry, which overlap quite a bit, homeless people, addicts, kids with problems...<br />
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But she wants a Honda Odyssey, she needs to be able to haul the kids around. We don't have a color or a year to work with, but I think I see a slate blue one coming up for her. It's still a Honda, so it's still about the harvest, but Odyssey means a long eventful journey. We could leave it at that, but when I think odyssey, I think Homer's Odyssey. He was sailing. That's water <i>and </i>wind. Spirit travel. She's very interested in <a href="http://www.stillwatersinternationalministries.com/">Bruce Allen's</a> teachings. He's the translation by faith guy. Being able to travel supernaturally and preach the gospel kinda like Phillip and how he got to the Ethiopian eunuch. Slate blue is a mix of blue and grey, so wisdom and revelation, communion with God, prophetic gifting, maturity, stability, honor.<br />
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So how do you get all this? Google the meaning of the name of the car. Dictionary.com and Wikipedia are also your friends. For the year, just go with the last one or two digits. If it's not a normal bible number like 7, then I go to <a href="http://strongsnumbers.com/">Strongs</a> and look up the number there. The Greek usually works better. Colors? I have a color symbolism card from <a href="http://www.myonar.com/index.php?page=shop.product_details&flypage=flypage.tpl&product_id=76&category_id=2&option=com_virtuemart&Itemid=443">here</a>. She has a ton of different symbol cards and will cost you way too much money, but the color card is an investment. I use mine daily. <br />
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The definitions are not the interpretation. If that were true, everybody with a green Honda Civic would have the same calling and we know that's not the case. The definitions are clues, you need to let Holy Spirit pull it all together for you and know what to keep and what to lose. You can get into the smaller details too, emblems, (the newer Chryslers have wings) stickers, what kind of crap they got hanging off the mirror. Anything they call attention to, like the hood on the Dodge Dart, pay attention to that. Lots of stuff hanging on the rearview mirror? - Hung up on the past. Vanity plates? That's got to do with identity, either they're open about who they are, or it's a false front.<br />
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Ok, ya get it? Good! Go for it!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17229512327227222282noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654454522542530019.post-45126390867214758912011-08-07T17:14:00.000-07:002011-08-11T18:45:41.957-07:00Listening LessonsI have a friend who hears God very well at all times. Hanging out with him is like going to lunch with someone who brings their imaginary friend along. There's a three way conversation going and I'm out of the loop unless he wants to clue me in. He navigates completely by the Spirit and I use a Tom-Tom. I'm jealous. I want to be able to hear like that and I've told God so. Occasionally I do hear very well and can have a conversation and this was one of those times. He said the reason I was not hearing at that level was because my obedience was not at that level and He didn't want to have to judge me for all the times I would not obey. As I become more and more yeilded, I'll hear better and better. It all comes back to being faithful with what little you have. <br />
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So I felt like I was supposed to go pray for this woman that I don't know in another state. I'm gonna obey now even though it costs me my only day off because I want to hear better. So once I committed to this, I got what I believe was a very detailed word of knowledge for her so I attempted to set this up through a friend. The woman could not understand why I would drive two hours for her and was not willing to bend her schedule for me so I bagged it. She was free today though, so I went, but I just wasn't feeling it. It was like that window of opportunity for healing had passed and I should've gone when I was told to go. (Not that it won't happen for her.) He told me that if I had gone, He would've worked it out for us. God seems to care about timing. Nothing I could do but repent and go anyway because it can't hurt to try. So I made plans for today to hang out with a friend and do <a href="http://bigwildgod.blogspot.com/2011/06/wild-man.html">the Mt Sinai thing</a> up a hill overlooking his town, so even if things didn't go right with her, it wouldn't be a total waste of my time. <br />
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I intended to leave my house at 7. On my way out the door, the phone rang. It's my prophetic artist friend who is having a crazy revelatory weekend, something like 50-60 new pictures just came to her. To the left is one of my favorites. So she's telling me everything new and I'm loving it and end up leaving a half hour later than I wanted to. <br />
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I hit the road and after a few miles I feel impressed to pray. I'm going to town in tongues for awhile rather than try to guess what this is all about, when I come up on an overturned mini-van in he other lane. In the oncoming lane is a pickup coming around the corner so I hit the brakes and so do they, and they stop in the ditch. I keep going until I can find a safe place to stop and I grab my phone and run back to the wreck. (As good a person in flip-flops can run.)<br />
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When I got there, the people in the pickup were pulling a woman out through the sunroof. She was all right, very upset, I rebuked trauma and declared peace in Jesus' name and took off. The others were committed to staying with her. <br />
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As if the day hadn't gotten off to a crazy enough start, when I got almost to my friends town, I saw a burning bush. I kid you not, and it was not a vision, there was an actual bush totally in flames with no appearance of anything else on fire around it. It was just like I always pictured Moses seeing. I looked at that thing and thought "Man, we gotta get up on that hill right now!" A whole string of fire trucks and police were heading out of town as I came in. <br />
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So we did our thing on the hill, definitely had God's presence with us, got some revelation for the area, and prayed for the lady, for whatever that was worth. Then I ran into more fire on the way home. I'm glad I went, even if none of it worked out the way it was supposed to. I may have got out of time in one area, but was right on for other stuff. Thanks for calling me Jeanette!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17229512327227222282noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654454522542530019.post-52298070354239558342011-07-20T19:37:00.000-07:002011-07-21T05:57:27.515-07:00Let My Love Open the DoorLast night I fell asleep talking to God about various different problems of the week. When I woke up, He was singing me this song, which addresses everything. I will never listen to this the same way again. He is so wonderful. I just love Him so much... <br />
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"When everybody keeps retreating, but you can't seem to get enough" That's me :)<br />
For a better explanation of how to get songs from God... <a href="http://bigwildgod.blogspot.com/2011/01/he-rejoices-over-us-with-singing.html">He Rejoices Over Us With Singing</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17229512327227222282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654454522542530019.post-12508639480180159922011-07-11T16:54:00.000-07:002011-07-11T16:54:22.972-07:00Angel or Bum?My friend went to McDonalds yesterday and encountered a homeless man outside. She asked him if he'd had anything to eat today, he hadn't. Then she asked how long it had been since he ate. He said a couple days, she was a little mad that nobody else had stopped for him. He said he just wanted a .99 Egg McMuffin. "Really, that's it? How about some sausage on that?" He agreed that sausage would be good and she picked him up a hamburger too, which she dropped and he ate it anyway.<br />
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Then she started to ask some questions and she gathered that he was probably Catholic, and he started to prophesy to her about her youth ministry which he couldn't have known about, he quoted some scripture that was relevant to her at this point in her life and prayed for her hurt shoulder. I'm not sure who got blessed more...<br />
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There were other things about him too that just didn't fit the sterotypical homeless person. He was well groomed, didn't stink ect. I'm not sure that matters, maybe he makes more of an effort, but wow, I'm glad she stopped! She called me and asked me what I thought. Two scriptures came to mind...<br />
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<i>Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.</i> Hebrews 13:2 and Matthew 25:34-45 <i><span class="woj"> “Then the King will say to those on his right, ‘Come, you who are blessed by my Father; take your inheritance, the kingdom prepared for you since the creation of the world.</span> <span class="woj"> For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in,</span> <span class="woj"> I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.’</span></i><br />
<i><span class="woj"> “Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink?</span> <span class="woj"> When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you?</span> <span class="woj"> When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?’ </span></i><br />
<i><span class="woj"> “The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’ </span></i><br />
<i><span class="woj"> “Then he will say to those on his left, ‘Depart from me, you who are cursed, into the eternal fire prepared for the devil and his angels.</span> <span class="woj"> For I was hungry and you gave me nothing to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me nothing to drink,</span> <span class="woj"> I was a stranger and you did not invite me in, I needed clothes and you did not clothe me, I was sick and in prison and you did not look after me.’</span></i> <br />
<i> <span class="woj"> “They also will answer, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry or thirsty or a stranger or needing clothes or sick or in prison, and did not help you?’</span></i> <br />
<i> <span class="woj"> “He will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did not do for one of the least of these, you did not do for me.’</span></i>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17229512327227222282noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654454522542530019.post-64888667722677690872011-07-10T19:34:00.000-07:002011-07-10T19:34:51.684-07:00Crash Course in HealingMy friend organized a healing and miracles shin-dig downtown this week. It was a blast. I took a few photos but mostly I felt like I was invading people's privacy, so I don't have very many.<br />
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If I wasn't at work, that's where I was, which made for late nights and early mornings. God sustained me through it all though and then I crashed hard, so I'm cheating this week and recycling this blog entry by using an old letter than I wrote to a friend. She wanted prayer for her dad who fell off a roof and it was too great a distance so I had to just send my word, but I wrote her a basic how-to for healing.<br />
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Hi D, I'm praying for your dad, but if you go see him, there's really something to this "laying on of hands" thing. We see lots of miracles through that kind of prayer. There's a few things you need to understand for it to work though. <br />
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Jesus is our example. Jesus said that those of us that believe will do the same works he did and even greater. (John 14:11-13) <i>And these signs shall follow them that believe; In my name shall they cast out devils; they shall speak with new tongues; They shall take up serpents; and if they drink any deadly thing, it shall not hurt them; <b> they shall lay hands on the sick, and they shall recover</b></i>. Mark 16:17 He didn't say the super special gifted people would do these things. He just said believers.<br />
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It is God's will for everyone to be healed. Jesus healed everyone who came to Him. There are no examples in the Bible of Jesus saying, "Oh, I'm not going to heal you because God's trying to develop some character in you." No, everybody gets healed. Jesus went to the cross for our healing as much as for our salvation. Everyone always glosses over that part. "By His stripes, we WERE healed." Were, as in past tense, already a done deal. He paid the ultimate price. We don't have to question it anymore. So when we pray for healing, it's not so much a prayer, but taking authority over a problem. Again, look at how Jesus did it. You don't see Him getting down on His knees and petitioning the Father, he simply spoke the words and people were healed. The same Spirit that was in Him is in you, so when you lay hands on someone, it's as if Jesus was doing it. Once you get your head around that, you're good to go. <br />
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So I'll just kinda tell you how I do it, not that there's a right or wrong way to pray, well actually there is a wrong way... The aforementioned begging God to heal someone. It's like saying what Jesus did on the cross was not enough. "Get back up there and do a little more please." Don't ask, know who you are, and know who Jesus is. If I have a heads up before hand, I'll start building myself up by praying, listening to worship music and thinking about the awesome things I've seen God do. Having a heads up is overrated. The less time that passes between deciding to pray for somebody and praying for them, the less time there is for you and the other person to get into doubt. When the opportunity comes, just do it, even if it's more public than you would like. <br />
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I do try to get 1 or 2 other people to go with me and agree with me in prayer. I start out by asking the Holy Spirit to come. I know He's already in me but what I'm really asking is "come in power" and I'm acknowledging that I'm depending on Him to do the work. Then I would probably say something like "All pain go in Jesus name. I command the bleeding to stop and all damaged blood vessels and tissues to be restored to the way that God created them to be in Jesus name." And so on for whatever you see or whatever God puts in your head to pray for. Then I thank Him for going to the cross for our healing as much as for our salvation (this is usually news to the person receiving it) and being with us ect. Then stop and ask your dad how he's feeling. You may have to repeat the process. Even Jesus had to pray twice. Stay on that pain until you see some real progress. Sometimes when I pull my hand off, I feel it vibrating like there's electricity going out through it and like I wasn't done yet, even though I ran out of things to say, (Jesus kept it short and sweet) so I plop my hand back on the person and just spend some time praising God, or singing or humming until my hand runs "out of juice." Other times I don't feel anything and they get totally healed so it's whatever, lol. But you do have to go and speak it out, because Satan and co. are not omnipresent, nor can they read your mind. <br />
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I realize this is really a crash course, and it took me a while of praying for people before consistently seeing results, but you need it now, so we'll ask God to catapult you into this and give you lots of grace for making mistakes and ministering angels to help you. I see you as a very compassionate and humble person that God would love to use in this way.<br />
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Her dad did end up recovering very quickly. Another good reference for getting started is <a href="http://mobileintensiveprayerunit.blogspot.com/2010/09/healing-101.html">Healing 101</a>.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17229512327227222282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654454522542530019.post-17083215203442519682011-06-22T18:46:00.000-07:002011-06-23T18:39:54.130-07:00Fulfilling the Love Command<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I have a friend who's a pretty good cook. He feeds me lunch most days because I live a long way from where I work and if I didn't eat lunch with him I'd be sitting in my truck eating PB&J. No, it wouldn't be that dire, but it wouldn't be BBQ chicken with beans, coleslaw and homemade bread. Sometimes it's the only decent meal I get. And it's not just me. He cooks in quantity and invites other people that need some decent food and company or takes food next door, last weekend he was helping with a benefit dinner for someone with cancer. He spends months away at hunting camp where he is the official camp cook and I think people involve him for that reason. I hired him to do some construction work for us and he'd have dinner going by the time we got home from work. It's just his thing.<br />
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Last week over lunch we were discussing what it takes to love people, (it takes God's love coming through you, you can't summon it up on your own very well) and he's feeling bad because he's kind of anti-social and doesn't really get out there and meet people and talk to them. Not exactly spreading the love ya know? This has actually been an ongoing conversation and it keeps circling back around to him feeling guilty. But this time when I left, the mail came and he got his order from <a href="http://www.penzeys.com/cgi-bin/penzeys/shophome.html">Penzey's Spices</a>. He was unpacking the box while still mulling over our conversation and wondering what he was supposed to be doing, when he found this:<br />
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Maybe he is called to the wilderness, like John the Baptist. (I wonder how Gary would fix locusts and wild honey?) Not many people would be willing to make that their mission field, but there's no place he'd rather be. And let's face it. It's a lot easier to love someone who's appreciating your culinary genius than it is to love someone who's giving you attitude because you're doing the door to door thing and you just invaded their life.<br />
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One thing I've been learning, is that being about your Father's business is not hard. If it is, then you're doing it wrong or doing something you shouldn't. I'm not saying you don't have challenges and trials, but there's something to doing what comes naturally, what you're graced to do and that you have joy in doing - it's not work. Adam labored, he didn't toil.<br />
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The other thing I'm learning, it that if you get your first New Testament commandment <i>(And thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind, and with all thy strength: this is the first commandment. Mark 12:30)</i> firmly in place in your life, everything else is automatic. <a href="http://www.thenewmystics.com/">John Crowder</a> said in his book <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Ecstacy-Loving-God-John-Crowder/dp/0768427428?ie=UTF8&tag=big0ae-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">The Ecstacy of Loving God</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=big0ae-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=0768427428" style="border: medium none ! important; margin: 0px ! important; padding: 0px ! important;" width="1" />, said "The Christian life is really not that complicated. If we can get the love part right, everything else will fall into place. St Augustine said "Love God and do whatever." Unfortunately our striving little souls even try to make a dead work out of loving God. Have you ever heard a grumpy old preacher tell you that "Love is not a feeling," and to do good things even when you don't feel like it? Sounds like stoicism to me. Many teach that after we have believed in Christ, we should do many things. But this is not true. According to the Scriptures, after we believe in Christ and receive His Spirit, we have to love Him. Perhaps the apostle Paul put it best in 1 Corinthians 16:14 <i>Do everything in love.</i>"<br />
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And even loving Him is something you don't tackle on your own. We love Him because He first loved us. (1 John 4:19) You have to let Him love you first. You have to receive of His goodness and see Him as a perfect Father who only wants good things for you. When you get that revelation, it's easy to love Him back, but <b>your ability to give love is always going to be to the degree that you are able to receive love. </b> You can't give what you haven't got, make sense? <br />
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So if you're having a problem walking in love, then you need to get with God and ask Him to pour His love out on you. Ask Him for help with your hangups. When it comes to hangups, our parents can mess us up. Even good parents. We tend to view our Heavenly Father through the lens of our earthly father, so it's self-explanatory if you had a lousy dad, but if you had a father who loved you but was reserved even, about expressing it, you're going to have to get past that. And if you were such a wild child that your parents were so busy disciplining you that there was not much time left in the day for positive interaction, you might view God as harsh and waiting for you to screw up. You need to ask Him to help you see Him for who He is.<br />
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My own Dad was good at fixing stuff and I always had something broken, but I got the idea that I was bothering him when he was busy, so I either learned to live with the broken stuff or I would go to Mom, who would convince Dad and it would get fixed. For years that was my relationship with God. Put up with brokenness, or get somebody else to pray because He doesn't pay attention to me. Thank God I got past that. I can receive, therefore I have something to give. Wow, that went off on a tangent! Anyway, take it easy on yourself. You're probably doing better than you think.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17229512327227222282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654454522542530019.post-90903022019285821092011-06-16T19:48:00.000-07:002014-06-18T06:13:39.111-07:00The Wild Man<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Today is the anniversary of the first time I saw Jesus. This all started because two of my friends saw Him, and if they could see Him, then so could I (and therefore so can you). I started letting Him know that I wanted to see Him, making myself available on a daily basis, and trying to see. It wasn't working out so well. I knew that it should be simple and that I was getting in my own way, but I didn't know how to try, but not try too hard. I had been not trying for years and that hadn't got me anywhere. Eventually my pestering and trying was starting to work. I could see His form, or maybe His feet. That was progress and no less His presence, but I kept on pushing for more. Then I finally saw Him on the mountain.<br />
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First we need to back up as to what I was doing on the mountain. Our town is situated around a mountain. Town curves around the base and is bordered by two rivers. It's geographically interesting. <br />
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Anyway, several of us were having dreams and visions regarding this mountain, but we didn't quite have all the pieces together. Then I woke up in the middle of the night and God spoke a very strange statement about Mt. Sinai. I didn't understand so I said "What?" He repeated Himself verbatim with no further explanation. I heard but I didn't understand. I wrote it down and went back to sleep. Dropped it off at Mom's on the way to work, she didn't get it either. She passed it to a friend who prayed and worked on it a couple hours. He got a well-timed phone call from a guy he met at<a href="http://www.ibethel.org/"> Bethel</a> who said he had Googled Kooskia and that we have our own Mt Sinai. "Ohhhhhhh!"<br />
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We had a meeting and decided maybe we oughta get up there and see what happens. Three of us decide we're going up and we coordinated a time. The day came and my friend had driven in from a town a few hours away to do the trek, and on her way in to town she noticed the sign "Welcome to Kooskia, Gateway to the Wilderness." That didn't go over well with us as we did not want to get down from Mt Sinai and then go wander in the wilderness. We got some bad advice as to how to best get up there, but we made it and we sat down on our trash bags in the wet grass and ate our lunch.<br />
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We had decided beforehand that we were going to pray over the town up there. (We hadn't learned to just sit and wait, we had to be doing stuff.) So we were praying for about an hour in tag team fashion when my friend hears that we're supposed to shut up and just receive. Now I was having a tough time tuning in with other people around even more than I do now, so I was doing my best to block everything out, which for some reason entailed me having my hands over my eyes. So I'm sitting on the ground and trying to hear, but instead I saw. <br />
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I saw a form come around from behind us, (still have my hands over my eyes) and He stopped in front of me. I knew exactly who it was and I didn't move a muscle. I didn't want to screw anything up. He crouched down in front of me, pryed my fingers away from my face and peered in at me. Then I saw clearly. All rational thinking ceased, I rocked forward and hugged Him. Then I pulled back and just looked at Him some more. It was Spirit to spirit communication, not even putting thoughts into words, just flowing understanding. As long as I looked in His eyes, understanding could pass easily into me. His eyes are not what you would think. They're amazing. I'm not going to say too much because I want you to see for yourself and not think that I put something in your head. I'll just say that He doesn't look like the pictures. That was the day I fell totally totally in love with Him. Not love in theory, or love out of obligation or love because of what I believe he did. Love at first sight.<br />
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I noticed that in this setting He was very thin and looking a bit unkempt. I had the impression that He had been up there fasting and interceding. He was very happy we had came and it was like a burden had been lifted from Him.<br />
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I think everybody has their ideas about what they want to say to Jesus in a face to face, well don't bother because all that goes out the window in the moment. I started communicating with words again because that's more familiar to me, not out loud, but forming words in my mind, like how you pray silently by "thinking at God." I said "You look like a wild man." He threw His head back and laughed "I am a wild man! Wasn't that a wild party we had last night?" He was referring to a particularly memorable meeting at Mom's the night before.<br />
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Afterwards I was kinda crying and my fellow hikers were looking at me and I knew if I kept it up I was going to have to explain. Even though I was with safe people, I didn't tell anybody for awhile because I wanted to square away what just happened in my own mind before other people's opinions started complicating things.<br />
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Once I opened up to a couple people, they made me tell everybody. It was brutal. It seemed sort of heretical even, to see Jesus in that way. Once I was prodded into telling a man that I had literally just shaken hands with twenty seconds before and didn't know at all, other than I had heard a lot about him and knew He was a prophet which made me all the more uncomfortable. I really did not want to be put on the spot like that, I had come to hear him talk, not the other way around. But I sucked it up and got lost in the memory again. He smiled at me with the second kindest eyes I have ever seen and said "You know that's scriptural right? After Jesus' resurrection He appeared differently to several people." Oh yeah! So his reassurance really allowed me to own this vision and feel confident, and for weeks afterward all I could do is walk around thinking about how much He loves me and how much I love Him. And now I can talk about it. I'm not worried about what people think. Most of them think it's really cool. Some say I'm really blessed to have an experience like that. I say it's for everybody. The bible says if you seek Him with all your heart you will find Him, and the last couple years I've been finding out just how literally I can take the bible.</div>
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June 2010: We've had a lot of rain this spring and even into summer and it's caused new waterways to start flowing in the mountains, which has resulted in washed out roads, flooding, lotsa damage. I've looked at some of these "new creeks" and wondered where in the world all that water could be coming from.<br />
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1 Corinthians 15:44-49 states that things happen in the natural before they happen in the spiritual. The natural world is all a foreshadowing of what is to come.<br />
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Last night I had a dream. There was a group of people hiking down a washed out trail down a mountain, water was trickling along the path. They were singing and worshipping and laughing, it was very free and powerful. I looked to my left and saw another group coming down a different trail singing a different song. It seemed like the whole mountain was full of these groups all going down and when the first group that I saw got almost to the river, I saw that they were about to cross paths with another group to my right that had a lot of kids in the group. They hung back and let the kids go first to the river. The little kids were shorter so the river came up higher on them and some of them went under the water and the people in the group in the back were having to reach under the water and grab a kid and pull them along and they would pop above the surface laughing.<br />
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I woke up and felt like all these little groups were tributaries flowing into one big move of the Spirit. This generation of kids is going to be deep in the Spirit and they will be leading the way but they still need the older generations to take their hand and help them along.<br />
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June 2011: It's been a year and so many changes for the better here. For one thing, I've become aware of several Spirit filled home groups besides us here now, (the little tributaries?) we have a local <a href="http://healingrooms.com/">Healing Rooms</a> now, we've had a <a href="http://bigwildgod.blogspot.com/2011/04/how-i-spent-my-birthday-weekend.html">conference</a> where the Holy Spirit was not only welcome, but very much in action. We're about to have another one of those July 8-9. And I've seen some little kids with big faith. I've even seen my 7 year old nephew step forward and demonstrate the power of God with me standing back and helping him. This is all new in the last year, I can't wait to see where we go from here.</div><br />
Need to learn dream interpretation? <a href="http://www.nowinterpretthis.com/xenforo/index/">Here's a good site.</a> Just want somebody to interpret them for you? <a href="http://www.yourdreamstate.com">Here's another.</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17229512327227222282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654454522542530019.post-38677222949856553022011-05-31T07:46:00.000-07:002011-05-31T07:56:02.637-07:00"He's Really Really Nice"<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I am on vacation, we flew away on Sunday. I actually find planes relaxing. I feel really safe and comfortable on a plane, but there's not a lot to do up there. I had 3 books, a magazine and an ipod but I opted to just sit and listen to God. Not praying, not asking questions, just opening up my spirit. There are definitely times when this is easier than others and that was an easy time. What I got was all love, no heavy revvies, just all about how much He loves me.<br />
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So that mademe cry, and in the beginning, nobody was paying any attention to me other than some flight attendandants may have noticed. I chose to not worry about other people and just stay in that place of receptivity. However, I was in an aisle seat at the back of the plane where the line for the bathroom forms and then there were all these people with nothing to do for the next 2-3 minutes but check me out. Mike (my husband was getting uncomfortable because he thinks some of them are giving him accusing looks. I gotta get it together. <br />
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Then <strong>after </strong>th<strong>e</strong> plane ride, I got persistant questions so Mike attempts to help explain. <br />
"She's really really religious." Oooo, don't ever call me that! Religion is rituals and traditions and rules and man's idea of how to get to God. It actually takes you further away from God because religion says that if you do the stuff, then youre good with God. It completely diminishes the relationship aspect which is everything. Jesus was so unreligious. <br />
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So I'm setting him straight when another voice chimes in to help me. "She's spiritual!" Yes, I'm spiritual, not religious. I'm a walking cliche, I know. <br />
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Then I tried to simply explain that I was just listening to God and "He's really really nice." <br />
"Oh, so you were scared of flying?"<br />
"No, I wasn't praying. I was listening." <br />
Foreign concept. They still think I'm the one doing all the talking. One says to the other; "Don't you ever talk to God? I talk to Him all the time." The other said, "I talked to Him the other night when the cops were after me." I smiled and said "Yes, but do you ever let Him get a word in edgewise?" No comment. I'm not sure she even heard me so I guess that answers that. Are you too afraid to let Him talk because you think He's gonna tell you what a big sinner you are? That's the wrong voice. God is not mad at you. He's not even dissappointed. He's wildly in love with you and He's really really nice. But you do have to open up your heart and let Him tear down the walls. It's not easy and it's probably not convienient. Leads to having breakdowns on planes. Might as well switch to waterproof mascara now. He's worth it.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17229512327227222282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654454522542530019.post-65159440058137433542011-05-25T06:11:00.000-07:002011-06-20T19:35:14.247-07:00Look Close...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">My friend Cindy sent me this email:<br />
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" This is one of the pics of my baby boy. Do you see the angel in it? I swear I see an angel in his face. :)"<br />
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This is Elias. Without going into all the details, there was some question of whether he was going to be ok. There were a lot of prayers going out for this kid, so when I saw the angel she's talking about, I was blown away by how good God is. Not just that He would give the baby a clean bill of health, (the doctor said everything is fine) but that He would also give us that visual confirmation.<br />
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There are people who would criticize things like this, saying we need a sign to believe, but in all these kinds of things I haven't found that to be the case. On the contrary, stuff like this seems to be God's response to faith that's already firmly in place. Yes, it's confirmation, reassurance and makes us really happy, but it wasn't necessary. We were doing fine just standing on God's word.<br />
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So I looked at this photo and saw the angel right away. I look at a lot of photos from people and have what I thought was a trained eye for that kind of thing, but then along comes my sister and she says there's three angels in there. I made her show me, she pointed them all out, I couldn't see. She told me all about their clothes, I still can't see. "Well I see three." She stands there very matter of fact with her hands on her hips defying me to argue. Aaaaarhg! I wanna see! And so, my seer friends who might be reading this, if you see anything, we wanna know!</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17229512327227222282noreply@blogger.com0