The party continues without interruption and prophetically I believe it will extend to the neighbors, as that which was lost is continuing to be found. One definition of continuum is continuous extent or whole, where no part can be distinguished from the whole except by arbitrary division. In other words to use the math application of continuous it is a function where changes in x-value result in small changes in a corresponding y-value without sudden jumps needed.
(Okay without going into my usual technicalities give me a little leeway here; I promise I am going to make application to the Spiritual side of this. Something is considered continuous if a point (call that point c) meets these conditions: any positive number (those kinds of positive numbers we love to see in the checkbook) ε (Epsilon), no matter how tiny, there is a positive number δ (Delta) where all of x will be the same distance from δ from c, the value of f(x) will be within the distance ε from f(c).)
What I’m seeing is the Delta change again but throw in Epsilon an arbitrarily small positive amount affecting the whole causing a smooth process of change verse, shuddering jumps and jerks. Paul Erdős (late mathematician) used the term epsilons referring to children. Change is much easier for children to assimilate and go with, mainly because they are constantly changing whether they like it or not. As adults we often are a bit obdurate to change because we think we like what we find familiar and what has a proven track record (although I find the ‘proven’ part is usually just a personal perception and can easily be shown to be ineffective for the ever changing circumstances we are in). Like it or not, beloved, when these dinks invade the glory presence delta (change) will be and is their nature and we can find that the continuum is a result for all of the Xers and Yers moving smoothly along. When the c’s (Christians) allow the Delta (change needed) and the Epsilons (the children that we are supposed to be like according to Scripture) we find ourselves moving smoothly without the bone jerking, soul jerking reaction most of us have to change. I don’t know about you but I’ve been in a vehicle where the shocks were not sufficient and the ride was not pleasant, it was uncomfortable to say the least, though we did get to where we were going. These little Eps will need us but never mistake we really, really need them to participate in this last day move for we will be moving in realms where we have never moved before and their input will be as viable as ‘seasoned’ C’s.
Further reports of the party
Sunday the 20th Ruach (the Holy Spirit) graced us with His manifest presence and people began to receive His joy. Many who have never experienced laughing in the Spirit were finding depths of joy welling up and spilling out of their lips. I was able to give the report of continuing to be able to eat what had been forbidden with no meds to help and no nausea or colon complications from this. I prayed with the dinks and there was a strong anointing on them already. Do not mistake the joy I’m talking about with just thrills and chills, I’m talking the loosing of bonds as a result from the demonic being broken which is manifest in the release of joy in the Lord, for His goodness, His grace and for the love of Abba. To share with you just how determined Abba is to continue the spillage, TA left his cell phone and we called Bren who had not made it to the morning service (office work), TA remembered and came back for the phone before she got there but had left. Kathy Dawn and I were still reveling in His goodness and grace when Bren came in. I shared what had happened but told her no condemnation for having missed it, and then I said, ‘whoa, who says you gotta miss it?’ We stood up and began to pray and whoosh, down and the joy hit, laughter bubbled up, we even had a wonderful witness from her it went like this, ‘A big woo-hoo.’ This was in response to my woo-hooing over her. Again something the enemy had been trying to do was broken for her.
Monday night at prayer a person was released from a demonic hindrance which had been plaguing them for a couple of years.
Wed the 23 I spoke on giving up your rights. Since Ruach had given me this for three different people I realized it was something that needed to be expounded to the general family. Basically we give up our rights in order to receive what He will and is going to do. Example, Yeshua gave up His rights of all heaven to come to earth and look what He accomplished, Paul gave up his rights to claim the Roman citizenship before being beaten and the entire jail was shaken and the jailer and his family were saved. Hannah gave up her rights to raise Samuel and Abba’s voice was heard again in the Tabernacle. On and on it goes. Others who stood on their rights ended up barren, dethroned, dead…Basically give up your right to be hurt and the pain will leaven because then forgiveness can flow from you. If you cling to your right to be hurt (they did this to me, it was not my fault in any way, I have a right to be hurt, angry…) you will turn bitter. I you cling to your right to be respected you might miss dancing before the Lord as King David did and having your family (the Kingdom) promised to you. Give up your rights to your dream to have His. David gave up the right as King to build a Temple and Abba built Him a house. Okay you get the pic, if not email me and I’ll fill you in ad infinitum.
During the prayer time Wed. I was crying out for laborers for the harvest and Ruach spoke to my heart and said, ‘those who are being raised up out of wheelchairs, out of demonic bondage right now, out of spirits of infirmity, will the be laborers for this Harvest.’ Sadly many who’ve been on the church pews will remain on the church pews but Abba will have His Harvest, His kids will come home, Yeshua will have His bride and Ruach is out laboring in us, with us and through us.
That night I felt totally peace but not the overwhelming presence I had come to have since Louisville. I have not gotten much sleep at all since this party began mainly because I keep getting such an overflow of joy I have to (at least I feel like I have to or bust) get up and dance. (I think I have dance lag) This night however I didn’t feel that overwhelming, so still not getting much sleep I was beginning to fret I’ve done something or maybe He was stepping back so I would pursue Him. Getting up I said, ‘Okay Abba, I need to know what’s up cause I can’t stand having peace but not feeling the joy. Have I muffed it?’ He gave me instantly the Scripture, Ps 84 that no good thing would be withheld. Okay kosher then what’s up? Ruach let me know that He had banked the Presence ‘so I could sleep!!’ ‘Oy Vey, okay, I understand but here’s the deal, I can’t stand not to experience this closeness and yes, I need sleep so surely there’s a way that I can know You’re here but not be so overwhelmed with the joy that I can’t sleep.’
I left it with Him and trusted that Thursday night would present the solution. He’s so good. I went to bed around midnight and when I lay down the cloud of His presence filled my side of the room. I went whoa, this is way cool. He said, ‘go to sleep, I’m here’. I closed my eyes, then peeked out again to make sure I was seeing what I knew I was seeing and sure enough the cloudy Presence grew even more dense, I extending my hand out and I could not see it for the density of the cloud. He said, ‘go to sleep, you can see I’m here’. I finally closed my eyes and quit peeking and sleep I did. Woo-hoo! I decided to get ready for Sunday and the baptisms I might need to fast and make sure the place was demon clear, I asked and then went to the Scripture, no indication that I was to fast. Then I heard His say, ‘it’s time to snuggle, not struggle’. In other words, stay in My Presence and He would do what was necessary to ‘getter done!’
I did feel that it was okay to paint in preparation for the baptismal service so I got to the church around 9 to do the platform and baptistery. Okay playing my new music (Newsboys Go) can be dangerous when on a ladder but it sure makes painting fun. I probably could have painted faster without the dance breaks but hey, a girls gotta let the joy flow. Bren had taken on the task to do a floral thingy for the baptistery and she brought it by at lunch. Whoa it’s gorgeous and really looks fantastic since hanging it up. Jake, Sarah and kids joined me around 3 and we kept up the painting. Dave arrived around 4 and when we decided to get pizza for a meal we were joined by Mike. I know some of you are wondering; did Kathryne eat pizza? Yep, two slices of pepperoni and pineapple. First pizza in years. I got home around 8.
The 26th I got up no stiffness, no sore arm muscles from 10 hours of painting and dance breaks. I headed back to the church where Dave and Kathy Dawn were working. I did some last min. trim work and we worked on rearranging the platform. Jose and Kat arrived to relocate the drums. We were joined by Henry for worship practice (TA was ding a bike run for the food bank) and things were ready. In the midst of all of this I got a call from the Funeral Home would I work tonight (Saturday night in W’boro???) I knew they had to be desperate to call me for Sat and to work in W’boro so I said yes. Going home around 2:30 I was thinking how stupid, you need to rest, tomorrows a big day. I lay down for 20 mins and actually slept for 15 of those and got up to wash my hair, when I heard Him say, ‘someone needs your witness, that’s why you need to go.’ Okay this puts a new spin on the night. Sure enough I was able to give a fairly full witness to someone who’d asked for prayer for Steve with Leukemia (please pray for Steve), about what had been going on with me. It was way cool. There were other things which occurred but too much to go into.
Sunday the 27th I got up at 5 to worship and we left early to get the water started in the baptistery. I anointed the sanctuary. Jose and Kat got there early and the rest of the worship team soon followed. We had great practice and this was followed by an anointed SS lesson. It was reported that someone saw a glow around Jose as he taught. Ms Helen had almost decided to back out of being baptized because it is hard for her to do steps but suddenly said she wanted to give it a go. We had ladies scrounging for ‘extra clothes’ for her and hey we came up with the goods. Dave commented after that he felt more like a catcher in the baptismal pool verse the baptizing official. Let’s just say the power was awesome and visible. Several saw visual manifestation, too cool. We prayed for not only those being baptized but for whosoever and Rauch again was breaking up the deep. There were some who felt physical manifestations of His Presence which they had not felt before and the cool thing was it was lingering. I prayed with some of the kids and felt an overwhelming anointing coming off Daniel H. I tell you it was enough that it could have knocked me down. Wo-hoo Epsilons!
k
Monday, July 28, 2008
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Healing
I was asked by someone if I thought we had to go away to get healed. No, before leaving Kathy and I discussed that we did not have to go anywhere to get healed, this is why I know He was throwing us a party. On the trip down we also discussed that nothing might ‘manifest’ while there because this was our personal party and we were expecting to go home and unwrap the gifts with our family. Though I began to eat what I had not been able to while on the way home from the trip, it is the continuing unfolding of the eating and bowel functions which show forth that the healing is now, not some sign gotten on the trip. However there was further confirmation in Ruach’s directing our thoughts in this area by Joseph’s dream. Remember I said I didn’t want to know what his dream was till we got home? Arriving home on Friday night I had about an hour to get unpacked etc before going to Scarlett’s b’day party. Once we got to Jake and Sarah’s I asked Jose what his dream had been. He shared it as I remember it thusly: We were in our church (Trinity) but it was bigger, Todd Bentley was there and sat some big boxes at each corner of the church building, then he on a table, which sat in the middle of the room, he placed an empty glass. He then just disappeared into the crowd. The glass began to fill from the bottom up. Next Jose saw Bentley again in the church and he said he recognized our platform at TCC only bigger and Todd had a marker in his hand, he pointed at Tracey and asked him to come and write something on one of the boxes. Tracey was demurring as we all know Tracey can but the crowd started cheering him on and finally he took the marker and went to write on the box. Jose said he couldn’t read what he wrote but it was in beautiful script handwriting. I started dancing around the kitchen (been doing a lot of that dancing) and said, ‘I know what the boxes are, they are the gifts we’ve come back to open.’ Do I know what’s all in the boxes, nope, but I believe we will have some authority to write what is our hearts desire and receive it like a gift wrapped in the boxes. This also goes with a prophetic word Kathy gave a few Sundays ago, that Abba was saying we would be the one’s to limit what was going to be received, He was not limiting it, so put out the biggest pot you had. Consequently did we have to go away to get healing? No, we were not even anointed and prayed for there, we went at Yeshua’s invitation to party and to come home and open the gifts. I had also expressed to Kathy while on the trip that I was determined that people would not think you had to go to a special meeting (nothing wrong with going, I plan on as He allows going to other meetings) to be healed, because we had to get out of the mindset that we can’t have it, be it, do it right here. This was confirmed by Todd when he said he was sent only to impart to others and they were to take it back home.
Beloved, the kingdom of God has come to you (Matt. 12:28), the Spirit of power, the one who raised Yeshua from the dead can dwell in you (Rom. 8:11) and when that is so, you can and will release rivers of living water (Jn 7:38).
We have dealt with demonic spirits since returning, spirits of control and know that we will continue to displace them so the kingdom can find fullness in our midst. I know many don’t want to think demonic activity can mess with Christians so let me give you one example though there are many. In 2 Cor. 12:7 Paul says he has a messenger of satan sent to buffet him because of the surpassing revelation he receives. He sought for it to go but was told merely that Abba’s grace was sufficient for him. I don’t know about you but I’m not about to judge Paul as being too weak to deal with demonic activity nor as one who was not living a strong enough Christian life or he wouldn’t have had to deal with them. He was an apostle, unusual miracles were done by his ministry, he raised the dead at least once but demons tried to mess with him. I really don’t care what the thorn manifested itself as; the word buffet literally means to rap with the fist, they beat him up a lot. We expand the kingdom by Ruach’s loosing power which delivers many from the kingdom of darkness in salvation, healing, and deliverance from addictions…The Kingdom is near, the time is now, seek His face and find life.
k
Beloved, the kingdom of God has come to you (Matt. 12:28), the Spirit of power, the one who raised Yeshua from the dead can dwell in you (Rom. 8:11) and when that is so, you can and will release rivers of living water (Jn 7:38).
We have dealt with demonic spirits since returning, spirits of control and know that we will continue to displace them so the kingdom can find fullness in our midst. I know many don’t want to think demonic activity can mess with Christians so let me give you one example though there are many. In 2 Cor. 12:7 Paul says he has a messenger of satan sent to buffet him because of the surpassing revelation he receives. He sought for it to go but was told merely that Abba’s grace was sufficient for him. I don’t know about you but I’m not about to judge Paul as being too weak to deal with demonic activity nor as one who was not living a strong enough Christian life or he wouldn’t have had to deal with them. He was an apostle, unusual miracles were done by his ministry, he raised the dead at least once but demons tried to mess with him. I really don’t care what the thorn manifested itself as; the word buffet literally means to rap with the fist, they beat him up a lot. We expand the kingdom by Ruach’s loosing power which delivers many from the kingdom of darkness in salvation, healing, and deliverance from addictions…The Kingdom is near, the time is now, seek His face and find life.
k
Monday, July 21, 2008
Big Brother Throws a Party
Part 2
There were so many devastating illnesses in the house that day, just from my vantage point, wheel chairs, deformed children, maimed, tormented souls but there was something overlaying it all and that was great grace. In the natural you could tell that the level of hunger had been misjudged by the hosts of this meeting. It reminded me of the disciples: called out, offered great grace and ability to spread the greatest news of all time but just couldn’t quite believe it could be this good. Luke 24:42 says the disciple didn’t believe for joy. Go figure, it just seemed too good to be true. (I found out later from Frank Hammer, the first one to be turned away, that many had stood out in the heat to watch on the big screen during the A.M. service. The screen was set up for a possible overflow that night; our host church had no expectation that it would be needed for the A.M. service.) Makes me wonder how often I’ve misunderstood just how good He is and how great this party is that He’s throwing and how many are desperately hungry? I’m determining that no matter the news, it might seem too good to be true but I’m not going to stand back and miss out, nor am I willing for those who are hungry to have to be on the outside looking in. I had determined before the end of the service and before I knew the greatness of the crowd that I wanted to be outside for the night meeting. I asked Kath if it was kosher with her because otherwise we would need to get in line immediately after this service. She said whatever I felt was right. So we were able to soak in the presence without the worry of getting in line to try to get back in later. How many people miss what is now worried about later? The service was for healing and that was the focus. Todd began to give words of knowledge and people began to respond. Todd was exhorting people that if they felt heat in the part of their bodies that needed healing that this was a sign. Suddenly I felt extreme heat in my hands. Do my hands need healing? No, but the sign that Jentzen Franklin gave me when he prophesied that I was going to go through something 8 years ago was that when I got to the other side my hands would be full. I knew instantly that though Abba had been filling my hands already that now they were full. I needed no further sign that I was on the other side of this part of the ‘going through’ journey. Just to give you a few of the miracles that were visibly taking place, a Vet Nam vet who had been in a wheelchair for 40 years and had over 27 surgeries, walked for the first time in forty years. He didn’t just walk, beloved, he jumped, he ran, he did all sorts of stuff that a normal guy his age might not have the mobility to do. Todd had called out that someone with a blind eye was receiving healing, a little boy around 8 years of age responded. He had been born with a blind eye and was now seeing. There were many others but for now we will leave you with just a taste of what was going on. Around 3 P.M. they finally asked for us to clear the building so they could get ready for the next service. The doors were to open again at 5:30. Walking out the side door we saw that the line had already wrapped around the building. I told Kath I was more than content to let anyone who had not had the chance to get in for the A.M. service to go in and I was looking forward to worshipping under the open heaven. There were going to be three locations where the night service would take place, the main campus for the church, the outside lawn with the big screen and the kids building which we had been in that morning. Todd was going to be flown from one to the other with the promise that he would physically be in all locations at some time. There were going to be live worship bands at each location and everyone could watch as he went from place to place on the screens.
Kath, Henry and I wander over to where they had some food trailers. I had brought bread and getting it out of the car it was like it was hot out of the oven. We found a tent where a table with some signs had been stacked and set up our chairs to eat and enjoy the time we had to reflect on what we had just witnessed. Pastor Bob strolled up and was chatting going from group to group (don’t ask me how many were outside under trees, in their cars, on the hill, hundreds) asking where everyone was from, he has a very excited look and his countenance was full of joy. I had a chance to chat with Frank (the afore mentioned first to be turned away) and share my testimony and hear what was going on in his life. I tell you there was so much joy springing up that I actually skipped to the port-a-potties, it just felt great to be alive. They had three big blown up bouncy things for the kids to play on and they were full and bouncing like crazy. I thought in this heat, but it didn’t stop Abba’s kids. We watched as the field behind us filled with cars and as tour buses began pulling in. I thought, Oy, this crowd is going to be massive and I had no clue how many were at the other location. Our worship team started worship at 4. Again I thought how great if we were in line we would be waiting to get in instead of priming the pump with worship. My Big Brother knows the music I personally like and when they sang songs like I Am Free… to run, to dance and Dance in the River, I had the greatest experience of getting to step out of the tent canopy and dance in a real field that was covered with grace. I thought before starting to dance, this ground isn’t exactly level I could…nah, no way, I’m gonna dance. Dance I did with a freedom and joy which truly is unspeakable. When the sun began to dip we came out of the canopy and moved up closer to the screen. I saw my sandal sister and went to get and give a report on what we had experience in the A.M. service. She showed me a sock she had found of her son’s and said, ‘I’ve been waving it while we worship to take home to him’. Several of the pastors on staff at the host church got up for a bit and started exhorting us. One of the ladies said, ‘you know what, the move is going to be greater here on the grass, than in the building, we’re already seeing it.’ She then told us to turn around and look at a big tree and reminded us of Zaccheus that the greatest thing did not happen in the tree but was the promise that Yeshua would go home with him. That instantly bore witness with my spirit in what I felt, we were there for our party, but the gifts were going to be opened Sunday, with our church family (Oy did we have a service). I had shared this with Kathy but it was nice to have confirmation. Then one of the guy pastors stood up and said, ‘stand up ladies, this is the time for the ladies to come forth and to take their proper place, no more being stuck behind the men.’ He asked us to raise our hands and shout and accept the anointing we were meant to carry. Cool! Worship started up again and soon they started broadcasting Todd from the main campus which actually he called the overflow saying he was going to the main meeting in a few short minutes. Then the screen was off again and they announced the helicopter would be there any min. We started worshipping again when suddenly a whoop, whoop, whoop was heard. One guy ran up to me and said, ‘it’s here, it’s here can you see it?’ He was skipping and laughing and pointing upward. I thought how appropriate, an open heaven and we are being flown over. Soon Todd and the pastor joined our worship team (hmm reminds me I need to tell the story of our worship team so might as well do it now.). The band was called Genesis and the lead singer was from Canada, a friend of Todd’s. He had just been in Peru and flying back to be in the meeting he had somehow misplaced his passport. They told him at customs he would have to go back to Canada. He tried to convince them that he was legal in the U.S. now and he was supposed to be here. They weren’t listening. He thought I can’t miss this meeting that coming up so he decided just to speak in tongues. He said he thought it couldn’t hurt and since they didn’t seemingly understand anything he was saying why not. He said after 20 min. of speaking in tongues with them just looking on a lady stuck her head in and said, we got the embassy and he’s cleared. Okay, back to the arrival. You could tell from the Pastor’s countenance that he was way past ‘this is too good to be true’ and was ready to take it all on and in. He asked who had driven over 100 mi, ahh, all of us, how about 200, still hands raised. Finally he said, ‘is anyone here from Kentucky’? Too much to tell so fast forward, around 9 we decided to go. We had made a pact before hand that once we felt released we would be honest with each other and not linger thinking the other one wanted to hang. Henry was going to drive home so we gave him our goodbyes and headed to the car. As we were pulling to the exit there was a line coming toward us as people were leaving the field parking area and wouldn’t you know the min. we got to the exit a guy jumps out in the traffic and stops them and waves us on. Our Borther again at work. We were discussing where we could eat and I said well Waffle House is 24hrs which was not sounding great but open. We decided to check out the Cracker Barrel to see if they just might be open past 10. Pulling in at 7 min. till 10 the door was open so I asked if they were still serving; a waitress looked at her watch and said a bit snippily, ‘it is 7 min. till 10’. I was going to say no problem, but the manager said, ‘Yes mam, will that be two for nonsmoking?’ I said 'yes, please'. We were of course the only ones in the dining room and I apologized to the waitress saying we would be quick. She replied, she got paid to serve and we were to take our time. She was quite friendly and began telling me some problems she and another girl had been having with some man. We chatted and then she brought our food. It was quite a bit after 10 and I had ordered chicken and dumplins. Now I know it’s been at least 7 years since I ate chicken and dumplings and to eat this late at night, unconceivable for me. I ate quite a bit of it and when the waitress commented that I hadn’t eaten very much I told her it was more than I usually ate. I decided that this more than friendly girl deserved a double blessing so I left her double the tip that I usually would have and hey, I’m a good tipper. She said thanks when she took it and then looked down and said, ‘wow, thanks, now I can pay my insurance.’ I told her we were having a party so it was spillage for her, we hugged and blessed each other and took our leave.
Kathy and I stayed up talking till nearly 11:30, I took no meds, then lights out and we went to bed. I went to sleep for about 1 1/2 hours then got up very wound up to praise (quietly). I finally lay back down and could see the Shekinah (glory cloud) hovering over Kathy. I lay and watched it over her knowing that she was being touched. The next morning she asked, ‘how was your night’? ‘No sickness, no meds, and glory visible.’
More later,
k
There were so many devastating illnesses in the house that day, just from my vantage point, wheel chairs, deformed children, maimed, tormented souls but there was something overlaying it all and that was great grace. In the natural you could tell that the level of hunger had been misjudged by the hosts of this meeting. It reminded me of the disciples: called out, offered great grace and ability to spread the greatest news of all time but just couldn’t quite believe it could be this good. Luke 24:42 says the disciple didn’t believe for joy. Go figure, it just seemed too good to be true. (I found out later from Frank Hammer, the first one to be turned away, that many had stood out in the heat to watch on the big screen during the A.M. service. The screen was set up for a possible overflow that night; our host church had no expectation that it would be needed for the A.M. service.) Makes me wonder how often I’ve misunderstood just how good He is and how great this party is that He’s throwing and how many are desperately hungry? I’m determining that no matter the news, it might seem too good to be true but I’m not going to stand back and miss out, nor am I willing for those who are hungry to have to be on the outside looking in. I had determined before the end of the service and before I knew the greatness of the crowd that I wanted to be outside for the night meeting. I asked Kath if it was kosher with her because otherwise we would need to get in line immediately after this service. She said whatever I felt was right. So we were able to soak in the presence without the worry of getting in line to try to get back in later. How many people miss what is now worried about later? The service was for healing and that was the focus. Todd began to give words of knowledge and people began to respond. Todd was exhorting people that if they felt heat in the part of their bodies that needed healing that this was a sign. Suddenly I felt extreme heat in my hands. Do my hands need healing? No, but the sign that Jentzen Franklin gave me when he prophesied that I was going to go through something 8 years ago was that when I got to the other side my hands would be full. I knew instantly that though Abba had been filling my hands already that now they were full. I needed no further sign that I was on the other side of this part of the ‘going through’ journey. Just to give you a few of the miracles that were visibly taking place, a Vet Nam vet who had been in a wheelchair for 40 years and had over 27 surgeries, walked for the first time in forty years. He didn’t just walk, beloved, he jumped, he ran, he did all sorts of stuff that a normal guy his age might not have the mobility to do. Todd had called out that someone with a blind eye was receiving healing, a little boy around 8 years of age responded. He had been born with a blind eye and was now seeing. There were many others but for now we will leave you with just a taste of what was going on. Around 3 P.M. they finally asked for us to clear the building so they could get ready for the next service. The doors were to open again at 5:30. Walking out the side door we saw that the line had already wrapped around the building. I told Kath I was more than content to let anyone who had not had the chance to get in for the A.M. service to go in and I was looking forward to worshipping under the open heaven. There were going to be three locations where the night service would take place, the main campus for the church, the outside lawn with the big screen and the kids building which we had been in that morning. Todd was going to be flown from one to the other with the promise that he would physically be in all locations at some time. There were going to be live worship bands at each location and everyone could watch as he went from place to place on the screens.
Kath, Henry and I wander over to where they had some food trailers. I had brought bread and getting it out of the car it was like it was hot out of the oven. We found a tent where a table with some signs had been stacked and set up our chairs to eat and enjoy the time we had to reflect on what we had just witnessed. Pastor Bob strolled up and was chatting going from group to group (don’t ask me how many were outside under trees, in their cars, on the hill, hundreds) asking where everyone was from, he has a very excited look and his countenance was full of joy. I had a chance to chat with Frank (the afore mentioned first to be turned away) and share my testimony and hear what was going on in his life. I tell you there was so much joy springing up that I actually skipped to the port-a-potties, it just felt great to be alive. They had three big blown up bouncy things for the kids to play on and they were full and bouncing like crazy. I thought in this heat, but it didn’t stop Abba’s kids. We watched as the field behind us filled with cars and as tour buses began pulling in. I thought, Oy, this crowd is going to be massive and I had no clue how many were at the other location. Our worship team started worship at 4. Again I thought how great if we were in line we would be waiting to get in instead of priming the pump with worship. My Big Brother knows the music I personally like and when they sang songs like I Am Free… to run, to dance and Dance in the River, I had the greatest experience of getting to step out of the tent canopy and dance in a real field that was covered with grace. I thought before starting to dance, this ground isn’t exactly level I could…nah, no way, I’m gonna dance. Dance I did with a freedom and joy which truly is unspeakable. When the sun began to dip we came out of the canopy and moved up closer to the screen. I saw my sandal sister and went to get and give a report on what we had experience in the A.M. service. She showed me a sock she had found of her son’s and said, ‘I’ve been waving it while we worship to take home to him’. Several of the pastors on staff at the host church got up for a bit and started exhorting us. One of the ladies said, ‘you know what, the move is going to be greater here on the grass, than in the building, we’re already seeing it.’ She then told us to turn around and look at a big tree and reminded us of Zaccheus that the greatest thing did not happen in the tree but was the promise that Yeshua would go home with him. That instantly bore witness with my spirit in what I felt, we were there for our party, but the gifts were going to be opened Sunday, with our church family (Oy did we have a service). I had shared this with Kathy but it was nice to have confirmation. Then one of the guy pastors stood up and said, ‘stand up ladies, this is the time for the ladies to come forth and to take their proper place, no more being stuck behind the men.’ He asked us to raise our hands and shout and accept the anointing we were meant to carry. Cool! Worship started up again and soon they started broadcasting Todd from the main campus which actually he called the overflow saying he was going to the main meeting in a few short minutes. Then the screen was off again and they announced the helicopter would be there any min. We started worshipping again when suddenly a whoop, whoop, whoop was heard. One guy ran up to me and said, ‘it’s here, it’s here can you see it?’ He was skipping and laughing and pointing upward. I thought how appropriate, an open heaven and we are being flown over. Soon Todd and the pastor joined our worship team (hmm reminds me I need to tell the story of our worship team so might as well do it now.). The band was called Genesis and the lead singer was from Canada, a friend of Todd’s. He had just been in Peru and flying back to be in the meeting he had somehow misplaced his passport. They told him at customs he would have to go back to Canada. He tried to convince them that he was legal in the U.S. now and he was supposed to be here. They weren’t listening. He thought I can’t miss this meeting that coming up so he decided just to speak in tongues. He said he thought it couldn’t hurt and since they didn’t seemingly understand anything he was saying why not. He said after 20 min. of speaking in tongues with them just looking on a lady stuck her head in and said, we got the embassy and he’s cleared. Okay, back to the arrival. You could tell from the Pastor’s countenance that he was way past ‘this is too good to be true’ and was ready to take it all on and in. He asked who had driven over 100 mi, ahh, all of us, how about 200, still hands raised. Finally he said, ‘is anyone here from Kentucky’? Too much to tell so fast forward, around 9 we decided to go. We had made a pact before hand that once we felt released we would be honest with each other and not linger thinking the other one wanted to hang. Henry was going to drive home so we gave him our goodbyes and headed to the car. As we were pulling to the exit there was a line coming toward us as people were leaving the field parking area and wouldn’t you know the min. we got to the exit a guy jumps out in the traffic and stops them and waves us on. Our Borther again at work. We were discussing where we could eat and I said well Waffle House is 24hrs which was not sounding great but open. We decided to check out the Cracker Barrel to see if they just might be open past 10. Pulling in at 7 min. till 10 the door was open so I asked if they were still serving; a waitress looked at her watch and said a bit snippily, ‘it is 7 min. till 10’. I was going to say no problem, but the manager said, ‘Yes mam, will that be two for nonsmoking?’ I said 'yes, please'. We were of course the only ones in the dining room and I apologized to the waitress saying we would be quick. She replied, she got paid to serve and we were to take our time. She was quite friendly and began telling me some problems she and another girl had been having with some man. We chatted and then she brought our food. It was quite a bit after 10 and I had ordered chicken and dumplins. Now I know it’s been at least 7 years since I ate chicken and dumplings and to eat this late at night, unconceivable for me. I ate quite a bit of it and when the waitress commented that I hadn’t eaten very much I told her it was more than I usually ate. I decided that this more than friendly girl deserved a double blessing so I left her double the tip that I usually would have and hey, I’m a good tipper. She said thanks when she took it and then looked down and said, ‘wow, thanks, now I can pay my insurance.’ I told her we were having a party so it was spillage for her, we hugged and blessed each other and took our leave.
Kathy and I stayed up talking till nearly 11:30, I took no meds, then lights out and we went to bed. I went to sleep for about 1 1/2 hours then got up very wound up to praise (quietly). I finally lay back down and could see the Shekinah (glory cloud) hovering over Kathy. I lay and watched it over her knowing that she was being touched. The next morning she asked, ‘how was your night’? ‘No sickness, no meds, and glory visible.’
More later,
k
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Big Brother's Party
The 6th of this month, I was thanking Yeshua for introducing us to His Dad, for sharing Him with us. I heard Him say as clearly as if it had been audible, ‘This one’s on Me.’ I thought cool. Okay, what’s on Him? In my reasoning mind I thought I suppose it must be something done in the physical because it was not ‘this one’s on us or Abba or the Ruach (the Spirit) and since Yeshua came in the flesh it must be a fleshly touch of some kind. Many revelations have been coming but I’ll keep this pertinent to the party part (or at least I’ll try). On the 7th He reminded me of seasonal expectations and that small mustard seed faith moves mountains, on the 8th He said 'no more waiting, it has begun'. On the 10th I finally ordered my new Bible which He had told me a week or so before that it was time to get and guess what? I found the exact one I wanted and it cost the whopping price of $1.99 plus shipping under $5. Woo-hoo, I had been looking for this Bible for a long time and it was out of print, but I found it. The 11th I got the delta and sigma words (writing still pending) on the 13th the entire TCC family was in a stirred state. Ruach had told me during the early A.M. hours, ‘something is going to happen this week, do not try to define it or put it in word because you will limit it by your expectations’. During the service as Dave was speaking and giving prophetic words Abba said, ‘I allowed you to suffer loss so you’d throw a party for others.’ I knew He was referencing the parables in Luke 15 of the lost sheep, lost coin, the lost son. After the service Kathy B. and I were talking and I shared with her that something was going to happen this week and that our loss was so others could party but He was throwing us a party. Bang, ‘this one’s on Me’. It was Yeshua throwing us a party. Then the dream which is referenced in the previous blog came on Monday. Tuesday came and I was chilling. I thought I really should do some interceding or something but He said, ‘no way I’m throwing this party, got you covered.’ I knew that there can often be demonic activity when one is on a journey of destination but was given a sign Tuesday of angelic cover and so all day I just had joy and anticipation. Wednesday I was up around 8 and met Kathy at the church around 9 and we took off. The weather was fantastic, the traffic was light. We talked and dreamed a mile a minute as we boogied down the road. We stopped for lunch at a Bob Evans and I was getting so many text messages from Joseph that I could hardly get them read. He had a dream the night before and Ruach had showed him what was going to happen. He was so up that he told me he was taking off Sunday, his weekend to work (he only pulls about 1 weekend every six weeks and this one was it). I didn’t ask what cause I’m not putting words to this at this point.
I had been watching the gas prices with a boy are we blessed at home everything was way over $4 a gallon but since I’d prayed the gas stretch in the car if necessary I was not fretting cause this one was on my Big Brother. I kid you not; when we were down to a 4th a tank I suddenly saw a sign that said $3.98. We pulled in got gas and I had a great time chatting with the workers even telling them where and why we were going (call it party spillage). The rest of the way to Shelbyville where our lodge was there was never a station where it was less that 4 something for gas. The lodge was beautiful in a great location with a dead end road beside it where we would walk before turning in. Going in I told them my name and then said, ‘oh no, I forgot to walk over to McD’s and get the coupon book’ (it was $20 a night so worth the getting) the receptionist said, ‘Don’t worry sweetheart, I got ya covered’. When she pulled up the paper work, she said, ‘they’ve already got you down for the coupon price anyway.’ Woo-hoo, my Big Brother is throwing us a party. The room was big, gorgeous, and clean, big frig and micro, nice view (in fact there was a beautiful full moon outside our window that we enjoyed immensely)… We then hopped down to the next exit for Cracker Barrel and enjoyed a meal together. Getting back as I said we walked and talked and talked and talked and walked. I have never had such peace on a trip, not fretting what time to get up, how to get where we are going; I knew our steps were ordered. Thursday morning we got up at 5:45 planning to be in line by 8. It was then that Yeshua let me see the fullness of the Big Brother party. The elder son in the parable of the lost son wouldn’t even go to the party but Yeshua was the elder son, the Heir who willingly shares His inheritance with us; He does not fret that He shares His Father with us nor that we went astray and needed Him to redeem us from death. In this connotation, it wasn’t just the Father that wanted us to have a party it was our Big Brother, hosting Abba’s party; He paid for it on the cross, this one was on Him. This was His gift to us (Kathy and I) but an example that we were to throw a party for any and all no matter the depravity they had fallen into, it wasn’t just enough for Abba to want them back, we had to run, to invite and welcome them to a co-hosted party.
Dave had sent these little fix in the micro cakes that he knew I could eat (no fat or eggs in them) so I said to Kath, ‘since this is a party do you want to eat cake for breakfast?’ She said sure.
I was not asking for signs, I didn’t need signs since this party was planned out to the final detail and I was a guest but on the way to the church (their kids auditorium, very appropriate for me, Abba’s kid) I saw a Cardinal in the trees along the highway, then when a police car from Shelbyville pulled around us I said ‘we got angels’ (Okay an inside joke that maybe I’ll tell later). We pulled into the parking lot, got a parking place on the first row by a tree (our marker for where the car was). We walked up to get in line; there were around 30 people in front of us, looking good. It was 7:30. We realized that eating the cake (40 seconds to fix in the micro) had saved us the 30 min. that we had thought breakfast would take hence we were early, or so we thought. We began to chat with Roy, a guy in front of us from Ill. We swapped stories and healings and shared revival experiences. He even watched our chairs and stuff while we walked across the parking lot and a field to the port-a-potties. The folks in back of us began to join the chat and said they had been saved for 8 months after their daughter-in-law had been healed of cancer watching one of the Lakeland services. I then had a lady similar to my age turn around and say, ‘you’ve got the same sandals on that I have on, don’t you just love them? I haven’t seen anyone else wearing this kind before now.’ I had on my speedo flip flops which come to think of it I hadn’t seen anyone else wearing that kind (maybe cause they cost around $30. I do pay for comfortable durable shoes and good purses because they last me for a long long time!) We started sharing needs and testimonies. My sandal sister as we called each other was named Brenda and had Multiple Sclerosis. Her friend had lymphoma (I forget but I think stage 4). We hugged and prayed for each other and stirred each others faith. Around 10:00 some guys came out of the church and said that the line had wrapped all the way around the building and that they were going to have to do something to mush us up more since even more people were coming. They started bringing people up beside us blocking off part the parking lot to accommodate the crowd. I thought okay now we might have trouble getting in if they all go in at the same time like this. I’m still not fretting since it’s not my party to control. I’m not sure if people did say something to the ‘in charge of crowd control guys’ or not but they came out next and said, ‘okay, if you were here by 7:30 you are guaranteed to get a wrist band to get in.’ Oy Vey, we ate cake and got here by 7:30, we are guaranteed to get in. I had already told Kathy that it didn’t matter to me where we sat, I just wanted in this service; I would gladly stay outside for the night service so others could go in but I wanted inside for the healing service. Henry had decided to join us and got there during the meshing process. They decided to let us in early, whew the condensing had cut our air flow off and it was getting ahh, hot! I didn’t want a front seat I wanted space to dance and (are you getting by now that our Big Brother Yeshua, knows how to throw a party???) tada, this space between sections was wide open. We sat a bit while people scrambled for spaces and then I told Kath, I was going to go to the restroom since there was probably a line that would take awhile. She decided to join me and when we stepped out to the foyer not only was there a line of ladies bending around for the ladies room there was a line of ladies in front of the men’s room, ahh, I suppose they decided the guys could sprint outside if need be to the portables? We were just looking to get to the end of the line not wanting to mistakenly get in front of someone and a lady with a name tag came to us and said there’s another one around this corner just go that way. Kathy and I said sure and followed her pointing finger. We got to the other side and two stalls wide open as we walked it, waiting as if for us. We stepped right in but realized as we were that this was the same restroom as the other line just coming from another angle. I would never had ‘jumped line’ purposely but we were told to go around and go in and... well it’s like they were just reserved for us. We started laughing going out saying ‘can you believe it; we didn’t even have to wait in line?’ So we did what any red blooded females do with bonus time and went to the tables to shop. Thankfully Todd Bentley only has two books out or I would have been in a quandary. We got those two and a couple of ‘soaking’ CDs. We then went in and showed our purchases to Henry. The worship started with The Newsboys’ I am Free. I took the words seriously and freely danced. Afterward I was trying to tell Dave via phone that I had the strength to dance for 20 min, right Kath? She said, no more like an hour. Really, that long? Didn’t feel like it. Kath and I had discussed how special it was that Yeshua through the word and dream had given us a personal invitation but when we found out how this meeting had been unctioned we felt supremely blessed. 6 weeks ago in Lakeland, Todd had a vision of an angel blowing a trumpet. Instead of hearing a sound a banner came out and said revival, and he heard the name Bob Rodgers. He got up thinking that a pastor named Bob Rodgers was there and announced that the Lord wanted to open a portal in his church. Bob was not there but heard it on TV and went the next week and introduced himself. Todd said that when he told him he was to give him the mantle of revival and Pastor Rodgers was like, okay, but wasn’t all that dramatically excited. Hence they set the services for Thursday the 17, our party week. I’m going to stop here for you to soak in what I’ve shared so far and to rest a bit and will have part two as soon as I get it together.
k
I had been watching the gas prices with a boy are we blessed at home everything was way over $4 a gallon but since I’d prayed the gas stretch in the car if necessary I was not fretting cause this one was on my Big Brother. I kid you not; when we were down to a 4th a tank I suddenly saw a sign that said $3.98. We pulled in got gas and I had a great time chatting with the workers even telling them where and why we were going (call it party spillage). The rest of the way to Shelbyville where our lodge was there was never a station where it was less that 4 something for gas. The lodge was beautiful in a great location with a dead end road beside it where we would walk before turning in. Going in I told them my name and then said, ‘oh no, I forgot to walk over to McD’s and get the coupon book’ (it was $20 a night so worth the getting) the receptionist said, ‘Don’t worry sweetheart, I got ya covered’. When she pulled up the paper work, she said, ‘they’ve already got you down for the coupon price anyway.’ Woo-hoo, my Big Brother is throwing us a party. The room was big, gorgeous, and clean, big frig and micro, nice view (in fact there was a beautiful full moon outside our window that we enjoyed immensely)… We then hopped down to the next exit for Cracker Barrel and enjoyed a meal together. Getting back as I said we walked and talked and talked and talked and walked. I have never had such peace on a trip, not fretting what time to get up, how to get where we are going; I knew our steps were ordered. Thursday morning we got up at 5:45 planning to be in line by 8. It was then that Yeshua let me see the fullness of the Big Brother party. The elder son in the parable of the lost son wouldn’t even go to the party but Yeshua was the elder son, the Heir who willingly shares His inheritance with us; He does not fret that He shares His Father with us nor that we went astray and needed Him to redeem us from death. In this connotation, it wasn’t just the Father that wanted us to have a party it was our Big Brother, hosting Abba’s party; He paid for it on the cross, this one was on Him. This was His gift to us (Kathy and I) but an example that we were to throw a party for any and all no matter the depravity they had fallen into, it wasn’t just enough for Abba to want them back, we had to run, to invite and welcome them to a co-hosted party.
Dave had sent these little fix in the micro cakes that he knew I could eat (no fat or eggs in them) so I said to Kath, ‘since this is a party do you want to eat cake for breakfast?’ She said sure.
I was not asking for signs, I didn’t need signs since this party was planned out to the final detail and I was a guest but on the way to the church (their kids auditorium, very appropriate for me, Abba’s kid) I saw a Cardinal in the trees along the highway, then when a police car from Shelbyville pulled around us I said ‘we got angels’ (Okay an inside joke that maybe I’ll tell later). We pulled into the parking lot, got a parking place on the first row by a tree (our marker for where the car was). We walked up to get in line; there were around 30 people in front of us, looking good. It was 7:30. We realized that eating the cake (40 seconds to fix in the micro) had saved us the 30 min. that we had thought breakfast would take hence we were early, or so we thought. We began to chat with Roy, a guy in front of us from Ill. We swapped stories and healings and shared revival experiences. He even watched our chairs and stuff while we walked across the parking lot and a field to the port-a-potties. The folks in back of us began to join the chat and said they had been saved for 8 months after their daughter-in-law had been healed of cancer watching one of the Lakeland services. I then had a lady similar to my age turn around and say, ‘you’ve got the same sandals on that I have on, don’t you just love them? I haven’t seen anyone else wearing this kind before now.’ I had on my speedo flip flops which come to think of it I hadn’t seen anyone else wearing that kind (maybe cause they cost around $30. I do pay for comfortable durable shoes and good purses because they last me for a long long time!) We started sharing needs and testimonies. My sandal sister as we called each other was named Brenda and had Multiple Sclerosis. Her friend had lymphoma (I forget but I think stage 4). We hugged and prayed for each other and stirred each others faith. Around 10:00 some guys came out of the church and said that the line had wrapped all the way around the building and that they were going to have to do something to mush us up more since even more people were coming. They started bringing people up beside us blocking off part the parking lot to accommodate the crowd. I thought okay now we might have trouble getting in if they all go in at the same time like this. I’m still not fretting since it’s not my party to control. I’m not sure if people did say something to the ‘in charge of crowd control guys’ or not but they came out next and said, ‘okay, if you were here by 7:30 you are guaranteed to get a wrist band to get in.’ Oy Vey, we ate cake and got here by 7:30, we are guaranteed to get in. I had already told Kathy that it didn’t matter to me where we sat, I just wanted in this service; I would gladly stay outside for the night service so others could go in but I wanted inside for the healing service. Henry had decided to join us and got there during the meshing process. They decided to let us in early, whew the condensing had cut our air flow off and it was getting ahh, hot! I didn’t want a front seat I wanted space to dance and (are you getting by now that our Big Brother Yeshua, knows how to throw a party???) tada, this space between sections was wide open. We sat a bit while people scrambled for spaces and then I told Kath, I was going to go to the restroom since there was probably a line that would take awhile. She decided to join me and when we stepped out to the foyer not only was there a line of ladies bending around for the ladies room there was a line of ladies in front of the men’s room, ahh, I suppose they decided the guys could sprint outside if need be to the portables? We were just looking to get to the end of the line not wanting to mistakenly get in front of someone and a lady with a name tag came to us and said there’s another one around this corner just go that way. Kathy and I said sure and followed her pointing finger. We got to the other side and two stalls wide open as we walked it, waiting as if for us. We stepped right in but realized as we were that this was the same restroom as the other line just coming from another angle. I would never had ‘jumped line’ purposely but we were told to go around and go in and... well it’s like they were just reserved for us. We started laughing going out saying ‘can you believe it; we didn’t even have to wait in line?’ So we did what any red blooded females do with bonus time and went to the tables to shop. Thankfully Todd Bentley only has two books out or I would have been in a quandary. We got those two and a couple of ‘soaking’ CDs. We then went in and showed our purchases to Henry. The worship started with The Newsboys’ I am Free. I took the words seriously and freely danced. Afterward I was trying to tell Dave via phone that I had the strength to dance for 20 min, right Kath? She said, no more like an hour. Really, that long? Didn’t feel like it. Kath and I had discussed how special it was that Yeshua through the word and dream had given us a personal invitation but when we found out how this meeting had been unctioned we felt supremely blessed. 6 weeks ago in Lakeland, Todd had a vision of an angel blowing a trumpet. Instead of hearing a sound a banner came out and said revival, and he heard the name Bob Rodgers. He got up thinking that a pastor named Bob Rodgers was there and announced that the Lord wanted to open a portal in his church. Bob was not there but heard it on TV and went the next week and introduced himself. Todd said that when he told him he was to give him the mantle of revival and Pastor Rodgers was like, okay, but wasn’t all that dramatically excited. Hence they set the services for Thursday the 17, our party week. I’m going to stop here for you to soak in what I’ve shared so far and to rest a bit and will have part two as soon as I get it together.
k
Monday, July 14, 2008
I Had A Dream
I have a blog written on delta and sigma which is quite detailed and very exciting since it’s been confirmed over and over but it’s still a work in progress and I can’t afford to let this new development go without writing now. Just a hint, delta means change and sigma is the amount of force over an area (at least in physics). We know we are in a season of great change and have already begun to see the results of the open heaven. We know the pressure we’ve been under has been to get us into position for this change but I had a dream…..
I woke early this morning around the time Dave was getting up and laid for a bit thinking how usually I fall back to sleep and most of the time I wake up to a freaky dream which then means that I have to jump out of bed and go into intercessory prayer just to shake off the creepy feeling. So while I lay there I asked Abba to either talk to me or give me a dream so I could get some more rest but not have a freak out to deal with. I drifted back into sleep and when I woke it was indeed from a dream. I instantly began to rehearse the dream in my mind and thought, Oy Vey, I have to go to one of the revival meetings. I lay still and pondered the dream which had the essence of Dave, myself and someone else being at a great meeting (our services of late under this open heaven have been really- WOWs) but knowing we needed to go to some different meeting. I had been told my way would be paid if I wanted to go to Florida a few weeks ago but said, not till I knew what Abba wanted. Pondering I thought, okay is it Florida or can I go to Kentucky, where we had gotten a first hand account of revival breaking out with great healing signs. Kentucky seemed more accessible but the issue was to go where Abba wanted me to in order to get what I needed. The ‘oh drat’ thing about dreams is they are up for interp and aren’t always specific, this one indicated I needed to go and seemed to have an element of Florida but I somehow felt that maybe Kentucky would do. I did what I usually do and asked for a sign, something that is possible but not probable that didn’t take breaking someone else’s free will…(I have premises for my signs). I have to be specific or signs can be about the same as dreams, up for interp. I asked for something very specific if it were to be Florida or Kentucky. I had the sign occur twice in a matter of a couple of min. indicating on the nose, Kentucky would do. Okay, Kentucky it is but Kentucky is not a small state and when I went on line to see if I could find where we had gotten the report for the outbreak I found two places. Hmm, no I did not ask for another sign, you can push the limit you know and He does expect one to use the free will choice He gave us and we can always ask for wisdom which He says in the book of James He will not get ticked if we do that, so wisdom it is. I’m researching one place a nice small town with an A/G church where they have testimonies of several notable healings, sounds easy to get to and somehow comfortable. The other place was in Louisville, not a huge town but not small either and it sounds like a big church. It was clenched however, when I saw that this coming Thursday Todd Bentley from the Florida revival was going to be there for a healing service and an impartation service. Whoa, now here is my Florida connection with a Kentucky twist that is doable. I called Dave and told him the dream and his reply was check it out and call Kathy. I called Kathy B. and laid it out for her, reminding her that Sunday I had told her that Abba said He was going to do something this week. She said, yes, sure, let’s go. I did a map quest and woo-hoo it is going to be an easy trip even if we were directionally challenged which I’m not saying we are. Kathy and I have done the hospitals in N.C. together when I went for the test which finally gave a name to this stuff that has been trying to kill this body so I figure we can make it to Kentucky, especially since Kathy used to live in Kentucky! I could wax eloquent in the fact that there had been a great move in Kentucky historically but not now, maybe later. As of now rooms are booked thanks to my quick as a wink hubby, directions printed, car checked out and cleaned up. My expectations are to follow my dream and leave the results up to Abba, I found out long ago that His ways are higher than mine and I like His ways best in any case. So pray for us, we are going to a party thrown by our loving Father, two girls, who’ve danced our way through what docs have said are terminal illnesses, who’ve cried and now know it’s time to laugh, to throw off mourning for joy. Joy has come and so has our morning, it’s a new day.
k
I woke early this morning around the time Dave was getting up and laid for a bit thinking how usually I fall back to sleep and most of the time I wake up to a freaky dream which then means that I have to jump out of bed and go into intercessory prayer just to shake off the creepy feeling. So while I lay there I asked Abba to either talk to me or give me a dream so I could get some more rest but not have a freak out to deal with. I drifted back into sleep and when I woke it was indeed from a dream. I instantly began to rehearse the dream in my mind and thought, Oy Vey, I have to go to one of the revival meetings. I lay still and pondered the dream which had the essence of Dave, myself and someone else being at a great meeting (our services of late under this open heaven have been really- WOWs) but knowing we needed to go to some different meeting. I had been told my way would be paid if I wanted to go to Florida a few weeks ago but said, not till I knew what Abba wanted. Pondering I thought, okay is it Florida or can I go to Kentucky, where we had gotten a first hand account of revival breaking out with great healing signs. Kentucky seemed more accessible but the issue was to go where Abba wanted me to in order to get what I needed. The ‘oh drat’ thing about dreams is they are up for interp and aren’t always specific, this one indicated I needed to go and seemed to have an element of Florida but I somehow felt that maybe Kentucky would do. I did what I usually do and asked for a sign, something that is possible but not probable that didn’t take breaking someone else’s free will…(I have premises for my signs). I have to be specific or signs can be about the same as dreams, up for interp. I asked for something very specific if it were to be Florida or Kentucky. I had the sign occur twice in a matter of a couple of min. indicating on the nose, Kentucky would do. Okay, Kentucky it is but Kentucky is not a small state and when I went on line to see if I could find where we had gotten the report for the outbreak I found two places. Hmm, no I did not ask for another sign, you can push the limit you know and He does expect one to use the free will choice He gave us and we can always ask for wisdom which He says in the book of James He will not get ticked if we do that, so wisdom it is. I’m researching one place a nice small town with an A/G church where they have testimonies of several notable healings, sounds easy to get to and somehow comfortable. The other place was in Louisville, not a huge town but not small either and it sounds like a big church. It was clenched however, when I saw that this coming Thursday Todd Bentley from the Florida revival was going to be there for a healing service and an impartation service. Whoa, now here is my Florida connection with a Kentucky twist that is doable. I called Dave and told him the dream and his reply was check it out and call Kathy. I called Kathy B. and laid it out for her, reminding her that Sunday I had told her that Abba said He was going to do something this week. She said, yes, sure, let’s go. I did a map quest and woo-hoo it is going to be an easy trip even if we were directionally challenged which I’m not saying we are. Kathy and I have done the hospitals in N.C. together when I went for the test which finally gave a name to this stuff that has been trying to kill this body so I figure we can make it to Kentucky, especially since Kathy used to live in Kentucky! I could wax eloquent in the fact that there had been a great move in Kentucky historically but not now, maybe later. As of now rooms are booked thanks to my quick as a wink hubby, directions printed, car checked out and cleaned up. My expectations are to follow my dream and leave the results up to Abba, I found out long ago that His ways are higher than mine and I like His ways best in any case. So pray for us, we are going to a party thrown by our loving Father, two girls, who’ve danced our way through what docs have said are terminal illnesses, who’ve cried and now know it’s time to laugh, to throw off mourning for joy. Joy has come and so has our morning, it’s a new day.
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Monday, July 7, 2008
Seasonal Expectations
Sometimes it seems, at least living in this section of the U.S.; that our seasons are all mixed up. We have really chilly days in the summer and have had some extraordinarily warm days in the winter but by and large the seasons still hold their sway over the time frame we’ve given them. Time frame therein lies the rub as Shakespeare might possibly have put it. We expect certain dates to feel a certain way, hence we judge the seasons. The Scripture says in Gen. 8:22 that as long as the earth remains seedtime and harvest, cold, heat, day, night, summer, and winter would remain. So, no worries, He had the seasons in control. In Matt. 16:3 Yeshua ask the people why they could not discern the times? Probably because we look at things like the thermometer and what it indicates rather than what we see and hear in the Spirit realm. A couple of weeks ago in a prophetic word at the end of our service I found myself saying, ‘I see the harvest, I see the harvest.’ This was confirmed the next day by someone calling saying that they had heard by the Spirit that I would indeed see the harvest. Now many would ask what is it going to look like? I haven’t any idea, well, actually I have an idea but Ruach (the Spirit) recently told me not to put some things into words because that would limit the vision and we begin to look for what we’ve expressed and can often miss what is. I was also told the signs of these times would be different than ever before so be aware of that fact, in order to know how to journey on. Yesterday Dave gave a word to look with joyful expectation, for what? Ruach didn’t say, just look cause it’s time. This morning as I was allowing Ruach to minister to me He spoke through Luke 17:6, faith as a grain of mustard seed. I’ve heard this Scripture preached many times, however today I understand He is saying to me, you bring something as small as a seed and you ‘hope’ that the seed will take root and you will reap the benefit of that seed but you never know just how much harvest you will receive. Lots of things come into play, how much it’s watered by the Spirit, the amount it’s exposed to the Son, weeding process you’ve done to keep doubts from choking it out. Ruach also spoke into my heart that right before it’s time to harvest we are often at our weakest for all the tending has taken work and the fruit itself is heavy and it’s draining to sustain it till we are released of the burden. I’m sure you’ve all seen trees burdened by a lot of apples and its branches are bent under the weight of that for which it’s labored to bring forth. How sad to shed the ‘burden’ of the fruit just to get relief. Ruach also assured me that it didn’t matter that the seed we had in our hands might have been small, Abba, our Heavenly Father, is the Lord of the Harvest and it’s His extra touch that brings forth excess, He’s the God of too much. We will find ourselves saying as the disciples, this is too much of a catch for one boat, this is too big a harvest for us to deal with. Never fear, we will freely give as we’ve freely received, the nations will hear the gospel, captives will be freed, deliverance will come to many. To all of Abba’s kids, don’t be weary in well doing, it’s the right season, we are beginning the reaping, no time to faint, but to dance.
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Thursday, July 3, 2008
A Soaring Spirit
Yesterday I was struggling, deeply tired and emotionally wasted. I knew it was the enemy’s relentless attack, trying to take the heart, the knowing out of me. So I fought and pushed and prayed and did a bit of pitiful reflection. Abba though was as ever the gentle hand, Ruach HaKodesh (the Spirit) the gentle voice, Yeshua (Jesus) the ever perfect reminder that things do work as Abba intends. At one point I told Abba, I needed faith, the knowing to be sight, soon; else it, the knowing, becomes a reproach to what seemed to be a never changing situation of wait, wait, wait. I had distracted myself with reading a deep theological book and hearing Ruach’s voice on other issues, I had prepared what I was going to teach on later, but the deep heart cry waxed and wane, ‘how long Lord?’ Then I heard Him say, ‘how about tonight? What if I show you something tonight?’ I said, a bit perhaps like the lady who Elijah was offering a son, ‘don’t mess with me if this is just my mind, I can’t take deferred hope.’ Then I knew it was Him. Did He do explosive signs, appear, give me a great feeling? Nope, just a deep knowing His voice and He is good and doesn’t lie and so I was content to wait. Dave and I went in to town early to do various things around the church. I admit while I was watering the flowers I was not anticipating the what I would see for I’ve found in my casting around mind if I fix on looking for something that He doesn’t tell me what I’m to look for then I can miss part or be disappointed in thinking that it would be something other than what He intended to do. I just watched the water soaking into the ground, dripping from the leaves and flowers without too much speculation. I kept my mind on the mundane task. When we settled into the church Dave put some music on at my request. Since it was his ipod, his music of choice is not always mine and I finally said, ‘can we have some peppy music please?’ He kindly got up and scrolled to what he thought was peppy. I felt the slow renewing of my body which had been dragging on me all day and sat up (I‘d been lying on the chairs) and began to go over my Scriptures for the night. Oy, I was starting to feel really good and got up to pray for Dave. Then I heard the door opening and people were beginning to arrive so I banked the coals if you will and sat back down to chat. The lesson was hmm, to say it was good smacks of self-exaltation since I was teaching but believe me, it was good, full of Scripture and Spirit, I was getting happy. Then we started anointing and praying for the needs. His presence was sweet. We lingered and chatted after for a bit with various ones and Dave wanted to go to Walmart to get stuff for the extended weekend ahead. On the way I turned on my phone and I had a message. Sarah’s excited voice, ‘did you hear, Inez Betancourt was rescued!’ I started shrieking like a crazy woman, nearly causing Dave a heart attack as he was pulling into Walmart. I told him and we practically danced in the parking lot. For those of you who don’t know, I have a very yellowed newspaper with a sketch of Inez on my fridge. It’s been on my fridge for years, when people would ask me who or why, I would tell them how she had been captured and was being held by FARC and that her picture would remain on my fridge a prayer reminder till she was freed. In the years that passed since her capture I’ve plead, fasted, prayed for her strength, health, release. Recently we were greatly encouraged with negations that seemed as if they would lead to her freedom. Her aid Clara and son had been released and I was so hoping but it was not so at that time. Her captivity has run nearly concurrently with my illness in length of time, each of us captured by something/someone we could not control. It should be noted that I do not hang my healing on the timing of her rescue; it was just a constant reminder during the years never to forget her whose life was being controlled as mine often seemed to be by hostile forces. I am not ignorant that it was not my prayers alone for I’m sure mine were merely one among the many which kept her alive and well enough to see this day when she would see her family again, but my joining in that particular battle gives me cause to celebrate, to dance, to rejoice with exceeding great joy because I had joined the struggle I have the right to celebrate. Inez remarked at her rescue, ‘God, this is a miracle. It was an extraordinary symphony in which everything went perfectly.’ Indeed it was/is a miracle, no shot was fired, no one was killed (one attempt at freeing hostages years earlier had resulted in all the hostages being shot) and it was a symphony of prayer and faithfulness of a loving Savior that she and several other hostages were freed. My faith had been sight just as He told me it would that day. Now that is also a great cause to celebrate. He was ever gentle in my battling of yesterday, He did not tell me to buck up, He said, ‘today, you will see.’ And see I did the long awaited answer to a prayer which now will only begin to spring forth into new life. I pray life for Colombia, for all the hostages who were freed and for those still being held to be freed. I pray that those in spiritual darkness to come out into the glorious light of salvation. I’m asking, Abba, asking for the nations with an encouraged heart that I will see the harvest of souls, I’ve long prayed for. Thanks, Abba, thanks so much for letting this girl hear Your voice and for faith becoming sight!’
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