God knows I am poured out today.

I am beyond grateful for the hours Joyce visited. She is key to much that has transpired this past year. It was imperative the message was clear about the importance of when she stepped into authority. God put her there on that day specifically for purposes beyond our comprehension. We prayed in full agreement.

Blessing her with the Israel embroidery of the Western Wall was beyond perfect. That was the Holy Spirit knowing a yearning in her heart and answering it through my hands. Praise God!

The ROYAL quilt she is stitching for her adult son is beyond beautiful. The word came to me as I touched it. Joyce lit up and said that is exactly the word on her heart as she works on it. I have seen it from the vision she shared many months ago. It looks exactly as I expected, despite lacking her talent. It was exciting and peaceful to see that anointed work closer to completion. Interesting dichotomy. I see what you did there. Thank you, ABBA!

Apparently, I need to write a prayer for each of the 36 seven inch squares. I know without asking Sister Joyce that she surely prays over it as she stitches.

We did not leave the shop until about an hour after we closed. There is no rushing the Holy Spirit. By the time I got home to send her the description of the embroidery, I paused to read my Jesus Calling table tent devotional in my kitchen. Praise, praise and more praise! Thank you, Jesus!

My Jesus really does have the best sense of humor possible.

This has been an entire week working toward a “more complete” testimony with patience. This is after receiving a daily breadcrumb or three about what was missing in my testimony. This is after getting child like about the Fibonacci sequence and Golden Ratio. This is after returning to the shop Thursday and seeing the “Triple James Trials” in my daily devotional at work. There are so many little pieces working together to direct the maturing testimony. Today, I actually spoke the words, “I will not be complete until I get to Heaven”.

Geez. This week also has the standard “bookends” I seem to receive from the Holy Spirit. The nudge on Monday (10/21/24) was exactly three months from my 57th birthday. Yesterday was my Father in laws 80th and Miss Christina’s 37th- PRIME. Tomorrow is the day my Grandpa Oszczakiewicz died on 1972. I have many ways to recall this week of God moves. It was such a blessing to share the spirit with Joyce.

When I say, “I see what you did there”, it’s ALWAYS God. It is always Jesus hugging me. Of course I am going to praise my mountain moving, body raising, breaker of chains! Thank you, Jesus!