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Christian living, prophecy, Visions

The Womb of God

“Shout for joy, O barren one, you who have borne no child; Break forth into joyful shouting and cry aloud, you who have not travailed; For the sons of the desolate one will be more numerous Than the sons of the married woman,” says the Lord. Isaiah 54:1 NASB

Several months ago, while spending some time with the Lord, I suddenly saw this image of the Holy Spirit with a womb.  Inside the womb was the universe – everything ever created.  

As I questioned the Lord about what I was seeing, I heard “Everything is birthed in and through the Holy Spirit.” 

Still, I found it hard to picture the Holy Spirit with a womb.  

Until the following day… 

Randomly, I popped into a conference for a session at a friend’s invitation.  The first thing rolling off the teacher’s lips were “The universe is in the womb of the Holy Spirit.” I went bug-eyed for a few minutes.  

The painting above has invoked a lot of different responses.  Some hate it, some think it’s making some kind of political statement, others think it depicts “Mother Earth” giving birth, and still others find it moving, life-giving, profound.  Art is supposed to do that I suppose.  For me, I was compelled to paint to the best of my ability what I saw, except what I saw didn’t include the image of the baby.  

When I began to paint, I kept seeing the image of an infant, an unborn fetus overlapping the universe.  I honestly fought it.  I tried multiple times to paint it the way I wanted to, but each time I met failure, until I went with what the Spirit was leading me toward.  Even the placement of the womb seemed to high for me, but then came the whisper, “I birth things from My heart.”

So, it’s been almost two months since I was compelled to paint it.  Yet, last month, the God of the Universe seemed quiet about it all.  Crickets, really.  Like He was just enjoying the wait, the watching.  

Until yesterday morning… 

I was preparing to go to a friend’s to pray over some land.  I heard distinctly, play “Isaiah’s Song”, so I did.  

As I was listening, the words played over and over. “What was a barren season is giving birth right now.”  Then, immediately I heard to share that with a specific friend who has gone through a painful season.  “Ok?  That was pretty strong,” I thought.

A few minutes later, I found myself texting a friend – just a “How are you?” kind of text.  I looked down at the phone.  The time read 11:11, which to me are alignment numbers, and those very same words were playing again.

At the prayer event, we took turns reading scripture.  It’s our second time being apart of this group. The first time was towards the beginning of this year.  As my husband and I walk into the room the readers were were finishing up Song of Songs and beginning to read Isaiah.

“Lord, if you have me read about the barren woman giving birth, I may burst.”

People came into read, we add an extra, another person is randomly skipped, and my turn comes around.  I begin to read Isaiah 53, and as the words regarding Messiah leave my lips, I flashed back to several months prior.  I had read the exact same passage.  

I flipped the thin page. “Shout for joy, oh barren one,” I choked up, but tried to hold it together. “For the sons of the desolate one will be more numerous than the sons of the married woman.”

So, what does all this mean?  

I’ve learned NOT to try to figure out visions or prophetic words, especially timing and how things will all work out, because quite honestly I’ve got about a 5% accuracy rate.  😊

Yet, this what I do sense the Holy Spirit is saying.  All things created are birthed through the Holy Spirit.  We are in a new season.  The season of barrenness is over.  The season of birthing is here.  

Birthing involves a lot of things.  Travail.  Transitions.  Water Breaking.  Pushing.  Baby breaking forth.  Hope.  Promises fulfilled.  Beautiful new life.  New dreams for the future.

This is the season I believe we are in as the body of Christ.  The Lord of Host is birthing His plans and purposes in the Earth right now, and they will not be thwarted or delayed.  It’s not us doing it.  It is by His strength and ability that this new season and new birthing will occur.

“Shout for joy.” The birthing season is finally here.  

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Christian living, Family, prophecy, Seasonal, Uncategorized

“Blow Out Your Candles”

“I’m moving in you.  I’m moving in you.  Happy Birthday to you.  Blow out your candles.  I’m moving in you.” – Rachel P.

Freedom. Everyone wants it. Yet freedom always cost something.

Our country’s very foundational fabric was woven with the blood and sacrifice of families – families with a dream – a dream of a land where their children would be free of persecution of tyranny, freedom to worship God without a King breathing down their neck, freedom of speech (not to just speak whatever you want, but freedom to speak up against injustice, for your rights, etc.), freedom to gather together, freedom to bear arms to protect yourself, freedom to choose those who lead our country, freedom to prosper financially by owning your business and property without worry that the government would steal it, etc…

This dream for our country, I firmly believe is Yahweh’s dream. America is God’s dream. He still loves our land. He meant for it to be “a light on a hill” to the nations for His glory.

I still believe that He’s not done yet.

A Recent Wild Vision: “I’m Not Done Yet”

Yes. I understand that their have been generations who have been oppressed in our country.

There have been many evils, vices, and darkness that have tried to destroy these dreams, these freedoms, and our country. Enemies seem to attack from every side. Fascism fractions and socialism from within. Communism. Racism. There are many “isms”. Hatred. Selfish ambitions. Etc.

Essentially, it is impossible to even attain and maintain these freedoms without moral character. Moral character is based on an acknowledgement of right and wrong – truths that are unchangeable and originate in our Creator.

“Freedom” based on just the desire to do what I want to do when I want to do it is not true freedom, but results in selfish pursuits spiraling into degradation.

The dream of our forefathers for freedom was one of opportunity – an opportunity to be all God created us to be outside the thumb of an oppressor.

Ultimately, true freedom is found in a loving relationship with our Creator through Jesus Christ. He came to set us free from oppression – the oppression of sin, of the enemy. He indeed has already bought our freedom. He paid the ultimate price for our freedom, because of His great love for us. All we have to do is receive that freedom and allow Him to apply it to every area of our lives.

“So if the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed.”
‭‭John‬ ‭8:36‬ ‭NIV‬‬

So, back to the word from this morning. Though there has been much controversy from leaders regarding the future of our country, I still believe God is not only moving in our land, but He is not done with our country. And ultimately, He is going to fulfill His plan and will for our country as we partner with Him to see that will accomplished.

Don’t give up hope. Turn your eyes upon the Lord. Trust Him. Shine light.

Happy birthday, America! Blow out your candles. God’s not done with you yet!

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Christian living, Family, prophecy, Uncategorized, Visions

Sunrises

“Lord, I need to see a sunrise at the beach.”  Those words have been slipping from my lips a few times recently.  It’s been a few years since I’ve seen that beautiful scene in that setting.


So, when on vacation, I’m the one rolling out of bed at 5:00 am to go strolling on the beach to see the sunrise.  Yeah – that one – the one grabbing my ball cap, pulling it over my bed head hair, slipping on my flip flops, and practically escaping like a bandit out in my pjs.  


To me, sunrises on the beach represent hope, dreams, a new day dawning.  And when I’m there, I just can’t wait to see the ball of fire piercing the horizon.  Though the last few times we have been to the beach, the morning horizon has been clouded with storms, and the sunrise – hidden, I’ve still been out there, hoping, waiting, expecting.  


I know it’s still there, of course. The sun is still rising behind those grey clouds, but it’s just not the same as seeing the blazing glory waking up the world.  

 
So, I’ve been complaining a bit to the Lord…  It has felt like cloudy, stormy, grey skies for a long time now, blocking the promises, the dreams, the hopes of God. 

Delay after delay after delay of things I know the Lord has promised.  Sometimes, it has felt my hope has wained.  I wonder how Abraham, the Father of our faith, managed to not only keep his faith alive, but to actually grow in faith of the fulfillment of the promises. 

 
At the beginning of summer, I pulled the covers up to my chin, and sleepily said once more, “Lord, I could really use a sunrise at the beach,” meaning I really could use some hope, some glimmer that these crazy promises from you will be fulfilled.  


Immediately, the Lord shot back, “Carolyn, the sun rises every morning.  Why don’t you get out of bed and come see it?”  


The moment of decision came.  I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, slipped on my shorts, pushed my ball cap over my head, and shoved on my tennis shoes. 

I don’t live anywhere near the beach, but I have a peaceful golf course of rolling, grassy hills that a neighbor introduced to me to within walking distance.


I padded down the twisting, dewy path, past an old country club, up and down the hills to the back of the course, and around a mist-covered pond with geese floating across it. Disturbed by my intrusion, the flock took flight. The rhythmic beating of their wings and honks filled the air as the majestic birds flew over my head .  

The early morning sun’s rays glowed on the grassy hill ahead of me.  I quickened my steps so not to miss the moment.  


It happens in a moment you know, that precise time when the sun peaks over the horizon line.  


As I rounded the bend, reaching the top of the hill, I turned to face east.  There in front of me, the rays began peeking through the trees like shining beams of liquid gold.  


The simple beauty caught my breath for a moment. 

“Wow, Papa!  I had forgotten.”


A couple of weeks passed of the me encountering the sunrise, but my heart still felt heavy with the longing of the specific sunrise I had asking for – the specific promises that remain unfulfilled.


I felt the Lord beckon me again, but this time as I began to climb the final hill to where the sun’s rays had already begun to cause to ground to glow, the Lord’s voice rung strong in my ears.

 
“Sweetheart, why don’t you just enjoy the sunrise I give you, instead of longing for something different, “ I felt a pause, and then He continued.  

“Daughter, the sun is always rising where ever you are.  The rising and the setting are every day.  I am present with you in every moment.  Stop longing for what you don’t have, but look for what I am doing today.”

“Look for me in this day dear one, and at the right time, you’ll have your beach sunrise again – in my time, in my way.”

I walked further down the path as He continued.  “I will give you hope for the promises to be fulfilled, and I will fulfill those promises at the right time.  Both come from me. Don’t be discouraged that it’s not happening the way you think or at the place you think.  I am always at work.  I’m in every moment, in every sunrise, in every sunset, and I will not disappoint you.”

“If you keep your focus on what you don’t have, you will miss me in the moment called today.” 

I continued to walk down over a bridge and then back up another hill, while a hawk swooped near by.


“Life is about journeying with me.  Not a destination.  At each promise fulfilled, there will be a new horizon in front of you to reach.  This is for all eternity, not just your journey on earth.  There will always be a journey with me, a new adventure in me, growth in me, new horizons with me for eternity.”


I allowed His words to sink deeply into my heart.  


I have a tendency to always be looking to what’s not completely healed, what’s still broken or incomplete, or what I don’t have yet, like the next goal or the next horizon, to the point that I miss Him in the moments many times.  


He is always working in our lives, journeying with us, healing us, comforting us, encouraging us, and forming us into the beautiful sons and daughters that He has created us to be.

  
Yet, if we are always discouraged about what hasn’t happened yet – the promises that aren’t fulfilled, the healing that hasn’t manifested yet, the pain that still lingers, etc., then we will miss what He has done and is doing on the journey where we are at.  We will miss the sunrises and sunsets.  We will miss the thousand ways that He is at work in us.  


Paul said that he had learned to be content or at peace in whatever circumstance He found himself in. 

Whether hungry or well fed, whether healed or having just been beaten, etc., he had learned the art of seeing Jesus in his “moments”.  He kept his eyes fixed on his Lord and what he was doing today.  


“Savor”, “relish”, “taste and see” the Lord’s goodness every day, the glimmers of His presence in our every day. 

Think about “Whatever is good, lovely, of a good report…”   That’s seeing our Lord in the present, and enjoying what He is doing. 

That’s living in the Kingdom, and seeing things from His perspective.


Have you ever just looked back sometimes to see how much you have grown, to see how far you have come?  
It’s a beautiful thing to see the good fruit of the Holy Spirit’s work in your life.

 
Ask Yahweh to show you.  Ask Him to show you the glimmers, His involvement in your day to day life.  Even in the mundane of life. 

Like when your teens crowd your bedroom for a late night chat, or in the washing of the dishes with the clean, smooth, gleam of the porcelain in your hands, or in the unexpected call of a friend, etc.. It may not come in the way you expected or the place you expect, but He is there. He is at work bring about His good plans for our lives.


He is always present, always good, always working for our good.  


May you savor the sunrise wherever you find yourself today, discover Yahweh in your moments, and trust Him to fulfill His promises over your life in His perfect timing and way.

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Christian living, Newsletter, prophecy, Seasonal, Uncategorized

New Beginnings and Fresh Starts

“This is all about new beginnings and fresh starts,” my friend on the other end of the phone line said this morning. I nodded my head as I confirmed that back to her. Spring always has the feel of that to me, but even more this year.

Many times when prophetic words come my way, I get excited about the fulfillment. Yet, a heart deferred makes the heart sick, right? Many times it seems to take forever God to fulfill those words or maybe we have lost hope of things ever changing.

Over the years, I’ve learned that even when words may feel imminent, they have a process. Much of that process is happening in me to get me ready for the fulfillment of it. Without the process, I would not be mature enough, strong enough to handle the fulfillment.

Kind of like the butterfly in a cocoon. When the caterpillar forms that cocoon, there is hope on the other side, the promise to be fulfilled. While encapsulated inside that dark, cramped space there is a lot going on. The caterpillar’s body basically goes into mush, is taken apart and reformed (rebirth, if you will) into a completely different creature altogether.

I have been in those seasons of cocoons before. In fact, recently the Lord asked me to go into another season of digging deep with Him into some very painful places, of choosing to love even when it is extremely vulnerable and hard. It has felt dark again, pulled apart again. Yet I know from experience now that there is something beautiful awaiting me on the other side of it, when I burst forth anew.

When we receive our rebirth through Christ at the cross, we begin this process of renewing. We are in fact reborn, but then we enter into the process of renewing our mind, our will, our emotions to His purposes and will.

Then comes the day of the butterfly emerging, of the promises fulfilled. If someone cuts open the cocoon in order to help the butterfly break out, denying the creature it’s nature process of the push, the butterfly will not be strong enough to fly, and thus dies.

We don’t always understand prophecies or promises, but even more than that for me the timing of the fulfillment of them. Believing and trusting God for the fulfillment of His word is our work in the pushing. We can’t help God bring it to pass any other way.

It is time! The season for promises fulfilled is here.

In honor of this, our painting class this month is about new beginnings.

Please go to the online class part of our website to order.

Can’t wait to hear how God gives you new beginnings and fresh starts in Him!

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Christian living, prophecy

An Encounter with an Angel called “Dictator”

The following is an account of an encounter with an angel that happened on Jan. 25, 2021. The reason I am putting it out publicly is because I believe it is a word for the body of Christ at large. This is completely out of my comfort zone, but I hope it will help someone, give someone hope and courage.

I was in my kitchen making dinner. I had been struggling with a hard day. All of a sudden I felt an angel enter and stand across the kitchen from me. I just felt it really strongly and know where it is. The presence kept increasing and I began hearing loudly in my ear, “Don’t be afraid. Take courage. Don’t be afraid.” I honestly felt like hitting the floor several times and struggled to stay on my feet .

I finally turned to him and said, “ Whatever you came to do or give me, I receive it.”. As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I got hit in my stomach and doubled over laughing for about thirty mins..  I managed a text message to my family to tell them to come, but I guess they didn’t really believe me, until my youngest daughter came into eat dinner. She made it to the threshold and I heard “Mom, you were right. There is an angel,” and she starts cracking up laughing.

Laughter is a form of warfare, and often it is the way my spirit response to the strong presence of the Lord. I calmed down, and it lifted a little, but I can still feel it.

I ate dinner and then returned to the kitchen. The angel was still there and I started laughing all over again. My eldest daughter comes in and says, “ Oh there is the angel. He’s not very big, but he’s very powerful.” She begins describing him to me and tells me that he’s carrying an ancient looking book. She feels like it has to do with history.

I had asked the angel what his name is, and I had immediately heard Dictator. I thought like ruler, but as my daughter said he held an ancient book, I knew he was there to dictate part of the book to me.

Anyway, I had a prayer call I was supposed to be on, but I didn’t think I could. But I heard the Lord say to get on the call, so the angel followed me upstairs and now he’s in the bedroom with me. As I got on the call, I heard “Yield to the spirit of prophecy.”.

I’ve never experienced anything like this so I just said yes, I don’t know how, but Holy Spirit help me to you hear this right and to say this right. I began to hear a sentence at a time and just repeat out out loud what I heard. This is exactly word for word what I heard.

I am the great I am. I am the great I am. I am the ancient of days. I am the ancient of days. 
There is none besides me. There is none greater than me. There is none greater than me.

Put down your idols. Put down the things that you’ve held onto. Look to the Ancient of days for your help. Look to the Ancient of the days for your help for I am coming to help. 

I will not, I will not turn my back on my people, because my people have cried for help. Those who have been innocent though the enemy has put his foot on the neck, I will crush the enemy’s foot. I will release the prisoner. I have seen the oppression of my people. I have seen the oppression of my people. 

I say the oppression will end. It will not continue. I have seen the oppression in this country. People call for judgement. Judgement will come, but it will not come on the innocent.

My justice will come, but it will not come against my kids, my children.

I will throw back. I will throw back the covers that have covered sin in this country. I will throw back all the way the covers that have covered the sins of this country. It will be exposed, but it will not happen the way that most people think.

I am sending my fire. I am sending a winnowing fork. It will thresh out the wheat from the tares.

Much of what’s grown in my churches looks like wheat and it is tares. It is tares. It is not mine. I will winnow out the wheat from the tares.

I will purify my Bride. She will shake herself from her slumber. She will shake herself from her slumber. She will rise. She will become who she was created to be.

I am not done. I am not done with this country. I am not done with this country. This country is meant to be a beacon, a light to the world.

The enemy has come to snuff that light out.
I will not allow that light to be stuffed out.

I have made the state of South Carolina into a safe state, into a place of refuge. I will pour out my Spirit here. I will pour out my spirit in the United States. I am not done.

They have jeered. They have jeered at me, but I laugh at their jeers. I laugh at their jeers. They are nothing to me. They are here today, and they are gone tomorrow. They are blown away like chaff, like the chaff from the wheat they will be blown away. 

Release my love. I release my love. I release the fire of my love. I release the fire of my love. It’s on all my children.

Don’t be afraid. Don’t be afraid of suffering. Don’t be afraid of losing your life. Don’t be afraid of giving up things. For my reward is far greater anything you would ever give up for me. My presence is far greater than anything you would ever give up for me.

Repent my bride. Repent my bride. Turn away from your wickedness. Turn away from your lovers. I must become your first love again. I must become your first love again. There cannot be any other lovers anymore.

I’ve called you out of the desert like Hosea called Gomer out of the desert, and she was restored. She bore the name of prostitute no more, and she became loved by the prophet.

I love you my bride. I love you, my bride. Everything written about this country will come to pass. Everything written about this country will come to pass. The destiny of this country will not be cut short. It will not be cut short.

Walk in unity. Walk in unity. Love creates unity. Lay down your lives for each other. Lay down your lives for each other as I have laid down my life for you. Wash each others feet as I have washed your feet.

Play time is over. It’s time to get down to business. My business will be done. My justice will come. 

Out of the mouth of Joe Biden, sorrow may last for a night, but my joy comes in the morning. If I can use a donkey to speak for me, I can use Joe Biden. I will make the laughing stock of my enemies. They will not be able to stand before me.

Peace. Shalom. Peace. Shalom. Everything is going to be ok. Don’t be afraid. Everything will be ok.

(The comment regarding Joe Biden is not meant to be a disrespectful comment, but simply what I heard. The Lord has referred to me as Balaam’s donkey before too. The point is He can use anyone.)

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Christian living, Family, prophecy

A Crisis of Goodness

Troubling.  Confusing.  Disappointing.  Grieving.  Overwhelming. 

It has felt at times like a rollercoaster of emotions in these past few weeks.

In this past month, we’ve basically witnessed the powers that be shut down freedom of speech and the due process of a fair and just election.  I don’t care which side that would have happened to.  That highly disturbs me.  

We have also seen a deluge of disinformation fill our news networks, social media, text messages, etc., to the point it’s hard to know what to believe.  For many, disillusion has set in, people question everything, and distrust and fear prevail.  

A close friend, who is an African American woman with some differing views, shared with me that she and her friends had been getting messages about KKK groups that were said to going to attack, while I’ve gotten my phone filled with messages about the overthrow of government.  My dear friends, we have been played.  

The enemy of our souls plays on our fears, insecurities, unbelief causing us to react.  There are real, demonic forces that seek to tear us apart, to tear our nation apart.  

A nation divided against itself will fall.

I also seen supposed believers eat other like bread, as the prophet Isaiah put it.  People have jeered at prophetic voices, which touted Trump would remain in office. It has felt like brothers and sisters have been quick to cry “crucify”, instead of being willing to act in sacrificial love welcoming the nail like Jesus did.  

This ought not be and grieves the heart of God.  In fact, in I John 4 it says that we don’t even know God, if we don’t love our brother.  Why would the world have an desire to have what we have?  Please don’t hear condemnation in my voice.  It’s grief.

In some situations correction is needed, especially where prophetic voices have no accountability, and seemingly have been more into the tickling of ears, like the prophet for hire types.

Yet, many, many true and tried prophetic voices have seen so many visions and had so many dreams that seemingly were wrong.  What do we do with that?  Did we all just hear what we wanted to hear, see what we wanted to see?  Possibly.  

Any person who sees or hears only sees in part and hears in part.  To me, it’s always like a giant puzzle that God pieces together through His kids.  From that stand point, it is truly a beautiful woven together gift that comes from the body.  

Yet it disturbs me when we as a culture look only to prophetic voices to hear from the Lord.  This is not to say we shouldn’t value prophets or the gift of prophecy.  We should, but Jesus is the head of His body, and He wants to speak to all of us.

Many times while serving in prophetic culture, people would just walk up to me expecting me to have a word for them.  This is dangerous for many reasons.  It puts the person being asked under a lot of pressure to please man.  It also always felt like it was like putting God as a genie in a bottle, which I can tell you, He highly detests.  

God has said many times this past year that He is exposing corruption.  I believe it has only begun, but our focus must remain on God and His truth as revealed in the Bible.  I also believe God is uncovering corruption in His Bride foremost.   There are some deep seated heart issues that must be dealt in His bride, no matter who is in office.  

Did God allow Biden to become President?  For whatever reason, Yes.  I don’t know how long that is for, but for the moment he is our inaugurated President.  Does God love and care about Biden, Harris, and even Pelosi?  Yes.  

Do I understand how it all fits together in God’s plan for our nation? Not really.

Am I giving up on our country, throwing my hands up that all is lost?  Absolutely not!  God is not done with our country.  He is not even done with Trump.  

Because of the vision I had that was made so public, I’ve had many ask me did God tell me Trump would re-elected.  My answer was and is no.  

He did not tell me one way or the other, but chose to be quiet on the matter with me.  

I honestly try not to ask those type of questions to the Lord, because I don’t want to be guilty of treating Him like a fortune teller.  I have done that before and repented, so I really try not to go to that place with Him, because I usually hear wrong anyway.  

Sometimes my humanity gets in the way and I interpret things wrongly, which has been a painful learning experience for me and others.  Think Joseph and his dreams.  There are times I hear what I want to hear.  I need tons of grace and discernment.  More often than not, my timing is completely off.  Think Abraham here.  

If Yahweh so chooses to tell me something regarding future events, that is up to Him, and He does share things with me from time to time.  When I sense it is from Him, I weigh it against His Word, and I submit it to others I trust who have good fruit in their lives.  

When it truly is a word from Him, I can promise you it will come to pass, because He is faithful and true, and never lies, though almost always it looks way different than I thought it.   Yet if I look back at a word from Him, I then can see in hindsight what He meant or how it played out.  

I simply am not God, nor should I try to be.  He is fully able to fulfill His words.  My job is just to say yes to what He says.  

If I try to make that word come to pass though, I’ve just stepped into manipulation and control, which according to my Bible is witchcraft.  

So, I don’t know what will happen or how it will happen.  I do know He is not concerned about evil men no matter what side they are on, and I’m pretty sure there are some on both.  They and their schemes are no more than dust to Him, and at the appointed time, He will blow them away.

I do know we are to be patient, kind, not boastful, not envious, not proud, not rude, not self seeking, not easily angered.  We should keep no record of offensives done to us.  We should delight in truth.  We should uphold justice, never rejoicing in evil.  We should always protect, trust, and hope.  This is the way of love.

I do know we should continue to pray for all those in leadership and trust God to continue to expose evil and corruption, bringing to justice those who have committed it.  

Our hope and trust is in God, who is good, who is love, whose throne is built on justice and righteousness.  He is not done with us or our country.  He is in control and on the throne.  He is roaring over our land.  I choose to stand with Him.

I think it’s time to lift Jesus high and to truly follow in His steps.  When we do that, we can’t go wrong or be misled.  

My dear friend, let’s lay down our right to be right.  Let’s look into the eyes of those on the other side, who are different than us, believe different than us, and let’s see their pain.  Let’s look at them as humans, creatures made in the image of God, who need the love of our Lord Jesus.  Let’s be the hands and feet of our Lord Jesus to them. 

Let us stand up to corruption and evil in all of its forms.   

The problem in our country is not our government or abortion or the media, etc…  We have a heart problem.  Evil is prevailing in our nation, because our hearts have become corrupt.  In the past, the church seemingly has ignored the evil or not been willing to deal with it, because it hasn’t hurt enough.  Maybe we have finally begun to wake up.  

As Graham Cooke says that we don’t have an evil problem.  We have a goodness problem.  

Do not be overcome by evil, overcome evil with good.  Romans 12:21. 

A President nor governmental system can’t change a heart.  But God’s love can. Let’s be apart of that solution.

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Christian living, prophecy, Visions

The Flood

Has anyone felt overwhelmed in the last few weeks? I have.

Three years or so ago, myself and several others continually got visions and words of this coming flood, like a tsunami type of flood.

The connotation was that it would feel overwhelming, but God would be in it. And the results would be good.

I remember seeing in a vision people thrashing in the water, fighting it, thereby nearly drowning.

Others tried swimming upstream, wearing themselves out in the rising torrent.

Some refused to step into the water, trying to ignore it altogether, but as it continued to rise, they were swept downstream.

Still others just leaned back into the flood waters, floated, and laughed playing in the waves, trusting that they were held by the Lord.

A friend reminded me of this vision before Christmas. She said she has held onto it so many times, leaning back into the arms of the Lord and trusting that He’s got this.

As things in our world seem more and more like rising, torrential waters, like the days of Noah, I have a choice to make.

If I fight what Yahweh is doing, I will feel like I’m drowning. If I try to go against it, swimming against the stream, I may find myself exhausted. If I ignore the water altogether pretending it’s not there, it will come all the same. I may thereby endanger myself into being swept away in doubt, fear, and disbelief.

The best choice is leaning back into the waters entrusting my life and those I love into the hands of God, who loves me, and will work everything out for my good.

In this place of surrender, I can relax even in a tsunami that feels completely over my head. I can’t drown in the love of God. In His arms, I am safe.

I actually can come to the place of playing and laughing in the rising waters, knowing He has this crazy world in His hands. He is on the move, and His glory will fill the earth.

Keep your eyes on the true Lord Jesus. Let Him hold you in the middle of the flood.


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Christian living, prophecy

A Recent Wild Vision: “I’m Not Done Yet”

What I am about to detail here occurred on July 23, 2020. As I was resting while recovering from illness, I saw this in my mind’s eye, the sanctified imagination screen as I call it, and I heard these words in my heart, “Come.  I have things to show you.”  Immediately, the following began to unfold.

In the first vision, I saw myself go into the courts, and I was overcome with the presence of the Lord and went face down.  I heard Him command me to stand up, but I didn’t have the strength.  Then I was picked up on my feet.  I knew I was there to intercede. 

 I heard, “What is your request?”

Then, I said, “For the children, and the daughters and the sons.  For them to be rescued, for justice to come, for vindication, for the abuse to stop.”   I was particularly praying for sex trafficking and also for the Chinese church. 

I saw what looked like a clock.  I heard, “All will be accomplished in due time.” 

Then He said He was with those who were wounded and abused, but the time for full vindication had not come yet.  Others must be added.  His timing is perfect. 

I asked was there anything I was lacking or needed.  I heard “Patience.” Then I saw myself fall on my face again. 

Next, I saw the ship, “The USS Constitution”, and I saw the same big wave Kathie Walters had seen come over the ship. The wave completely changed our course as a nation and ran the ship into a safe harbor. (Kathie saw Trump tie himself to the steering wheel because the ship was tossing.) 

A little bit later as I continued to just rest in God’s presence, I heard again, “Come with Me. I have something I want you to do with Me.” 

I saw Yeshua as the Lion of the Tribe of Judah.  He was fierce-looking.  I saw myself beside Him, sometimes like a lioness, sometimes like a little girl.  It kept changing depending on what we were doing.  He immediately took me to the Great Wall of China.  He said, “You were once a slave, just as the slaves who built this wall, and you have forgiven.  You are to roar with me now.  Their vindication has come.”  I saw both of us roaring towards the wall.  His roar obviously was way more powerful than mine.  I felt more like little Simba in the Lion King.  But as we roared, the Wall of China began to quake and crumble like a wave.  

Then I saw the ground begin to swell like a pregnant belly about to burst open, and I saw all these people under the ground pushing, like thousands and of thousands.  It was as if the ground was like a thin film. Then all of a sudden a swell and all of these people burst forth as if it had just given birth. 

I heard, “This is the time of the underground church in China to birth forth.”  I saw the face of the current president of China, and I heard the Lord say that this was the last wave of persecution the Chinese church will face. It will be quickly over. Their time had come.  He said He wasn’t done showing me things yet.  We went to the emperor’s palace.  He jumped over the outer wall.  And then began to roar, Xi Jinping and all the ruling party came out and bowed their faces towards the ground.  Then the Lion grabbed Xi Jinping by the scruff of his neck like cats do, and shook him really hard and tossed him to the side.  

Then, I saw the Chinese flag come down, and I heard, “It’s time for a new flag.  It’s the time of the Chinese church to rise and rule.”  I saw a new flag that looked like a Chinese flag, but it had a golden cross across the middle.  It was raised up on a flag pole. 

Then  Yeshua said, “I’m not done yet.”  I then saw a very large Buddha in front of the Lion.  I heard, “Buddha has consumed the children, and its belly is full.”  I saw the Lion roar again, and the belly of Buddha broke open.  All these children ran out and into Yeshua’s arms.  The rest of the Buddha crumbled away.

I heard again, “I’m not done yet.”  I saw the Hindu idol, Shiva?  He just went up and bit its head off.

Again, I heard, “I’m not done yet.”  I saw a map of the Middle East, and I heard, “Brothers, put down your weapons.  It’s time to come home.”  Then, I saw many men with weapons, begin to make tools out them, and I saw others link arms together.

Again, “I’m not done yet.”  I saw Him walk into the EU chamber in Europe, and all the Euro leaders were there, men of great power around the table.  But when the Lion entered the room, they all just stood like statues and shook.  I saw the Lion put both paws up on a large oval table in the middle, and as He did, the entire tabletop just flipped completely over.  “I heard the tables are turned on them.” 

Again, I heard, “I’m not done yet.”  I saw the Russian flag.  I saw the sickle and the hammer come apart.  The hammer pounded on the sickle until it was like a straight line. As if it turned into a measuring rod.  Then Yeshua took the hammer to Lenin’s tomb and pounded it into dust.  Next, it hit the top of their governmental building in Moscow, at the top steeple in the middle.  I saw the leaders rushing out, and looking up.  I heard, “Justice has come for the church in Russia.”

I asked Yeshua about Africa.  I’m finally getting a clue, right?  I heard, “I’m not done yet.”  Then I see the Lion off the coast of Africa at the top, and I feel great compassion in His heart.  I see an image of Heidi Baker and many other leaders of the church in Africa.  He takes His paw swipes it across the water and a tidal wave of water rushes over all of Africa beginning at the top and moving down, but it’s more like golden glory.  I was concerned at first for more flooding in the natural, but as this water went over the land, the land becomes lush green, and full of life.  I saw South Africa highlighted in gold. Then I saw glory lights all over Africa, and it all joined together and became one great light.

Of course, I’m wondering about America and Israel. But He had kept telling me, “Wait. I’m not done yet.”  

So, we end up in front of the White House.  And as we stand there, it’s like the whole top of the house is laid bare and you can see everyone and everything, even down into the lowest basement.  I hear, “I’m exposing everything.”  I see people running for cover, some afraid.  But then I see President Trump, come out and stand in front of the Lion of the Tribe of Judah.  He then goes down on both knees and is weeping, his face to the ground.  I hear, “Rise up my son, and rule well.”  I saw him in a crown and robe. It wasn’t like he was a king, it was more like his sonship authority.  

President Trump turned around to face the White House.  I heard Yeshua tell him, “Set the captives free and bring justice.”  In his right hand was placed keys and in the other a gavel.  But then this was funny, Yeshua also laughed, and said “Clean House.”  And I saw President Trump and all of his cabinet and staff with mop buckets, mops, and gloves on.  They all looked like a cleaning service, like maids.  Very funny.  

Then the Lion went to the center of the mall.  Again, He said, “I’m not done yet.”  He began licking up the water in the pool in the middle, and then He thumped His paws on the ground.  When He did the ground began to quake, and surge like an earthquake.  The monuments began to shake, like everything to the foundations, and things were breaking and falling, but the structures still held.  

He again said, “I’m not done yet”, and He went to the Capitol, and He walked into Congress.  I saw what looked like a Spirit of Jezebel, but I also saw Nancy P. and others in Congress.  He just walked in and interrupted the session.  Nancy P. was defiant and others standing around were scared.  He just picked her up and shook her like a rag doll, and very powerful men were around, and they just shook and began to run away.  Then I saw that same wave that hit the U.S.S. Constitution begin to flow all over our nation, and destroy major strongholds across our nation.  

Honestly, at this point, I got so excited and felt like we were done. Totally forgot about Israel until I sat down to write this.  Then again, I heard with a laugh, “I wasn’t done yet.  You forgot something.”  Immediately, I saw us standing at the Dome of the Rock. Again, I saw the Lion first lick all around the base of the Dome, and then I saw where He licked, He began clawing at the ground, then all of a sudden with one paw, He lifted the entire structure of the Dome of the Rock up and placed it in a nearby land.  He said, “I’m reestablishing My Kingdom here.”  

I kept expecting to see some kind of new temple come down from heaven, but then I heard, “This is not an earthly establishment, nor anything like what you have seen before.”  Instead, I saw like a golden shaft of light from heaven hit the freshly dug up ground, and I saw a huge golden cross in the middle of the shaft.  As it shone, people began running and flocking to it.  Then I saw the Wailing Wall, and I saw in golden graffiti across it, “Yeshua”.

 I also asked Him about the timing of the Antichrist, like the mark of the beast, etc..  Of course, He didn’t answer me directly, but I saw a large clock again. And I heard, “The enemy has been trying to push the time forward.”  The clock hands were at ten til midnight.  Then I saw two large hands come and hold the clock hands in place.  I heard, “It’s not his time yet.  It’s mine.”