I woke up this morning with “Hey, hey, hey!” from Fat Albert in my head. It made no sense at first, but that’s exactly how the Lord works with me. He uses the oddest little threads to pull my attention toward something holy. And of course, once something like that hits my spirit, I can’t let it go. I looked it up and learned that Fat Albert first aired on November 12th of 1969 — and somehow the date, the repetition, the sound of that “hey, hey, hey” settled into me like a breadcrumb trail.
As with any word or message, I search Scripture.
Floodgates!
Hey — ה — the fifth letter. The breath of God. The soft exhale that changes everything. It’s the letter He added to Abram and Sarai when He made them Abraham and Sarah. It’s the letter of grace, revelation, openings, divine breath, the place where God says, “Behold.” The more I sat with it, the more I realized how much He has been teaching me through fives and breath and revelation without me even knowing the structure underneath it.
Hey isn’t just a sound; it’s an invitation. It’s the place where He breathes Himself into a life and names it again.
And I think that’s why it moved me. Because so much of my journey right now feels like one long, loving exhale from the Father — His breath over my bones, His breath over these scriptures He keeps circling me back to, His breath over my remembering. Every time He reminds me of a verse, every time something lines up in a way I can’t explain, every time I whisper “I see what You did there,” it’s hey. It’s His breath.
There are two “Heys” in His Holy Name YHWH. #ISWYDT
The fact that hey is the fifth letter just feels like another God-wink, because He has been speaking to me through fives for so long — grace on grace, breath upon breath, revelation after revelation. It’s the little openings He keeps giving me, the way He keeps showing me things at exactly the right moment. And it all started today with “Hey, hey, hey” echoing in my spirit from a cartoon that aired decades ago. Only God can take something like that and turn it into a doorway.
That’s what hey is for me now — a doorway, a breath, and the quiet reminder that He is always teaching me, always revealing Himself, always drawing my eyes back to Him.
I see what You did there, indeed! Thank you, Jesus!
I have always preferred the beauty of back roads and the scenery they provide. However, this morning, I woke with two very clear thoughts I would not typically expect. First, I was directed to read old birthday posts made for my earthly father. My dad has been gone from this world for over fifteen years. Instead of posting anything about his birthday being today, I remained peaceful in remembering him differently today. It’s been a strange and beautiful day at our store. My heart has been poured out and it’s only 7:09 pm.
The second clear thought was out of left field. I was very directed to call Pinnacle Bank and find out if a certain personal banker was still working at Pinnacle. I am to give Katrina a certain card and needed a way to reach her. Because the Holy Spirit was working, that was confirmed in one short call on the way to the shop.
Personal Banker called me back and we had two amazing Godversations. I shared that ALL I KNEW was Katrina’s first name, her family structure and that she considers herself a Black Israelite. From that one sentence, he confirmed he knew her. At that point, he started sharing about Noah’s three sons, Shem, Ham and Japheth and clarifying how he was raised Church of Christ but has gone to Catholicism. I fully expect him to call me again tomorrow to understand Katrina’s reception. I want to ask him, based on his passion for history, his take on Constantine changing the Sabbath.
Our first customer was Korean Kunhee. Since these entries are about sharing how God is moving, it helps me remember various customers with descriptors. Kunhee told me all about his first 19 years in a Korean Baptist Church and his amazing close to Jesus encounter at nineteen. He is brother-in-law to another customer, Stephen, who attends Experience Church. Kunhee is now 35, calls himself an atheist and shared openly he and his wife of a decade have zero desire for children. He has attended church with Stephen in the past and clearly did not connect. He was moved to tears more than once when speaking of missing that connection to the Divine.
All I could do was encourage him and remind him that he is clearly NOT an atheist, no matter how easy that may be to say. Noone experiences God in such a powerful way and then denies Him in earnest. I saw him questioning himself a pinch after I said what I did. Father God, I felt the Holy Spirit’s power as I stood in the gap for Kunhee. Thank you for that confirmation and for ALL you have ever done, are doing and will do. I plan to continue to beg you to pull him back to you in some dramatic fashion. Please make yourself known and drive Kunhee to his knees. I know he still loves you. I ask this in Jesus’ name. Amen.
Jubilant Julie returned again. We had a wonderful Godversation about her two daughters and sharing mom type things, too. It made me smile to know she attends ECC at 4 on Saturdays. Please keep her family close, especially the youngest daughter.
Personable Paul returned and spent at least an hour in Godversation with me. Truly, it was lovely to help him reduce his nicotine. However, it was more beautiful to encourage him regarding his wife. In short, to ask her for her help and humble himself. Get her to walk their two acres together to pick her brain on where to place the coops, create a positive habit, and be a good example. Essentially, I suggested OFCOURSE she is a phenomenal mother, and ANY good mother would desire to demonstrate a healthy marriage to their sixteen-year- old son, Noah. He lit up like a little firecracker and said that was a great way to get her to get moving! We all want to be good examples to our children. More importantly to me, I want to speak the words God desires for me to say. I want to be a good example of your love, Father God. Please keep helping me.
Woke in tears and ended up laughing. The tears were for many and the joke was between me and Jesus. Thank you, Lord, for my husband’s willingness to let me rest this morning.
Yesterday, I posted this note from 15 years ago on Facebook. Very much nudged to “share some silly joy” and break from the heavier lessons He was teaching me
Given the intensity of the past ten plus days, I should not be surprised with the “Jesus Joke” this morning.
It is well documented here that I am listening to the Holy Spirit redirect my testimony to become more mature. Every day last week, I was given another breadcrumb. Each breadcrumb is confirmation and encouragement to BE STILL for the next.
In obedience, I shared the silliness and joy. This morning, Jesus is basically thumping me on my shoulder, smiling, “Ha Ha! You did NOT see what I did there.”
Thank you, God. Thank you, Jesus. Thank you, Holy Spirit! You heard and answered prayers to guard my tongue. You directed the excited utterances all day yesterday! You humble me so sweetly. I love learning everything I can about you.
The image on my heart is my daughter twelve years ago. She taped her own mouth, joyfully.
Yessir, I was one of your happiest children yesterday. I will be today, as well, with your help. Thank you for showing me how you see me. With the utmost honor and gratitude, I will now add “Nicely played” to the list of phrases I use to acknowledge YOU are in my heart during a conversation.
This image also reminds me of many years prior and Morgan “changing up” your prayer. I no longer see an error, but the blessing. Instead of saying Thy Will Be done, she said “Thy WILL be dumb”. Everyone at that meeting laughed. It makes every person you send me in recovery smile. I see what you did there. I see it far clearer now, thank you.
Thank you, Lord, for the wee hour awakening today. I see what you did there, too. WHAT? Oh , that’s just how my Jesus makes sure I keep feeding His sheep. Let’s get to work!
In wee hours, I was responding to messages. It is uncanny how certain revelations were born from things I learned in and around “Eric Sins” . We are both praying for restoration of a certain father/son relationship. So much more to expand upon, but God is bringing so many different types of soldiers into my life.
There is another I would like to share. However, there are Biblical reasons for me to make that entry in my handwritten journal. It was a dance which seemed to build up and be cut short. Today, I see it even more clearly. Thank you, Lord, for guarding my tongue.
Father God, you have me in the palm of your hand. I believe you are speaking to her quite differently, just as every relationship is different. It makes logical sense that our relationships with you are all different. You know why I begged for you to send your angels. You heard what I just prayed out loud. In your Timing. In Jesus Name. Amen.
Amicable Arnell spoke to me like Jesus today. First person I saw at the shop. He poured out such encouragement in countless ways. Thank you, Lord for Arnell and his heart. May it belong to you.
The Uber driver brought Crystal and Mo here from the Nashville Rescue mission. What a blessing to help their mission! I met them for the first time not even a half hour before they texted back. They received the encouragement from YOU, beautifully.
Brother Zion is always so kind and jovial. I asked his name today I just said, “brother, forgive me, I have forgotten your name if you have shared in the past”. When he said “Zion”, I raised my right arm and said, “I see you what you did there”. I confidently told him there was NO DOUBT his mama was in The Word. He said, “oh YES!” He shared about his pastor and another man he enjoys learning from, Paul Washer. Noting it for when the time comes to be reminded Zion sent me here.
The floodgates rushed in during extended testimony from Zion about prophecy, demonic warfare, sleep paralysis, standing in the gap and more. This brother needs to go to Texas and a certain home church or find one here. So many are struggling to connect with earnest seekers of the TRUTH in THE BIBLE.
When Zion shared the story of his godmother and the two sons living with her, I could not control sobbing. The mother stabbed her autistic son to death before shooting him. That is not in the paper, linked below. Also not reported is how the mother appeared like a demon in his room before the older son escaped. Mike is the older son and told Zion all of this within a half hour of the murders.
The demons oppressing her tiny cancer consumed and frail body were supernaturally strong to pull such a large man back into the house. Praise God for protecting Mike. Thank you, Lord, for sending Zion to me today.
Knowing my kids as I do, I knew she needed to hear my voice. Thirty seconds is apparently enough.
Oh Jehovah Jireh, how could I ever thank you?
My prayers continued for family and extended family of various varieties. I called my husband at our other store and we prayed in agreement for Morgan’s spiritual protection during these painful circumstances for her losing her beloved cat.
Immediate peace in my heart. The BP leveled and I know my daughter is protected.
Radiant Rebecca visited for the first time ever. Thank you, God, for supporting our business and letting us serve you! Rebecca has a 20 YO son, 15 YO daughter and 16 month baby girl. She suffered a miscarriage last month and the healthcare in the world is corrupted. It broke my heart and I sense it broke God’s too. She was so grateful for someone to just listen and receive her story without question. Doctors treated her terribly.
Talked to my daughter on the phone. What a blessed conversation.
Reasonable Randall was kind, as always. He loves our heart to take care of people.
Crowder Dillon is a Dr Pepper fan. I humbled myself and asked to confirm his name. I said, “dude, you are beyond kind and I keep wanting to call you James. Can you please remind me of your first name? He smiled a super sweet smile and said, it’s actually Dillon James. James is his middle name.
Hearing “James, James and James”. Again, repetition which now reminds me of Moses. It feels like much of what I have been taught the past week was necessary to make my testimony more mature. I stand corrected: ALL of it was necessary. Now, to pray for clarity and for my Master Editor.
Pretty Payton was thrilled to reduce her nicotine intake by 40% today with a North Pina Colada vape. Maybe I will remember our Godversation as the 3P Chat It was just bubbly sweetness and genuine gratitude pouring out of her.
Fantastic study of Zion. Yes, I text myself to keep up with the nudges. Closing our store in 13 minutes. Beyond grateful for this rainy day of All Hallows Eve. Time to clean the counters as if I am doing it for Jesus.
Thank you, Lord, for sending me in the required “refill” via Payton. I love you.
Yesterday was Friday, May 24,2024. In a twist, Mark and I agreed to split the weekend where I would be off all day for him to be off all day today. I spent the day in Deuteronomy, Chapters 4-17. I am recognizing the recent posts are a bit jumbled. However, there is so much being pushed through floodgates, I consider it a blessing to get anything cemented in my brain/heart. Still on my heart is the conversation with Katrina about Solomon. Solomon is not in Deuteronomy. However, I promised Katrina I was going to invest extra time studying Solomon and the African connection.
According to internet returns, Bathsheba was 8 years and 8 months of age when she gave birth to Solomon in the Bible. Immediately, that did not settle well in my spirit. Clearly, that would mean her first child with King David that died was born when she was 6 or 7 years of age. King David said she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, not child. It isn’t resting on me easy and needs to be further explored. Another source states she was born in 1010 BC and had Solomon around 985 BC. That would have made her 25 at the time of his birth. While I am certain this will involve more studying in the future, this entire thread gives excellent points to ponder.
Moving forward, Solomon’s son with Makeda, Queen of Sheba, was Menelik I. He was born around 1000 BC and reigned as the Ethiopian Emperor for roughly 25 years. The dates are varied, but various sources specify birth at 954-982 BC, thus the origin of the Royal Solomonic Dynasty of Ethiopia. Fascinating to me, the man had no legitimate children but recognized three children by women who were not his wives.
It’s strange to me the history books and internet state Christianity was introduced to Ethiopia in the 4th Century. Why? Because the internet also states the Royal Solomonic Dynasty was founded in 1270 and lasted until 1974. Over 700 years in current time because the original ruler in the dynasty claimed to be born of the Solomonic line. Regardless, this is not the place to discuss the differences in Ethiopian time versus Gregorian or Julian Time. Ethiopia is significant.
Admittedly, I am distracted a pinch because I just looked up countless variations for how time is marked. My birth year of 1968 has the exact same calendar as 1996 and 2024. I am thinking of why 1996 is so relevant on my spiritual path, as well. Given Katrina’s extensive knowledge of the stars and planets, I am curious to get her feedback. Interesting sidenote to me, Menelik II (1844-1913) was born Sahle Mariam but took the name Menelik II because Menelik I was a legendary son of Solomon. Menelik II actually ate pages from the Bible when he did not feel well. Of course, this reminds me of “Brother Zeke” in Ezekial 3.
Statista tells me there is no calendar past the Assyrians.
Closing for today, I will share Mr. Jamal was just in the shop. Our Godversation was enlightening and at one point he mentioned Ethiopia. I immediately pointed to my laptop and asked if he wanted to see the last words I had touched. I turned my computer to face toward him and the cursor was still after the sentence about Ethiopia being significant. If that was not enough of a God Move, Futina walked in and brought me flowers! Jamal got to learn about my favorite woman “at the well”.
Time is truly a man-made construct. Only God times things the way He did today!
Thank you, God. For all of it. For everything under the sun and your son. I love you.
My God Room 