Memorial Battle

Lord, thank you for all you have done, are doing and will surely do.  The past few weeks, you have done so many wonderful things I have yet to write down.  I loved how it all began with #clays4trey and facing the demons I know in Clarksville.  You gave us the DOUBLE BLESSING to share with the Petersons.  Almost three weeks later, Angie is now planning to attend the event with me.  Thank you for her invitation acceptance. 

The lovely yet super-stormy dinner with Joyce and the “DOUBLE DUTCH” buffet plate last Tuesday must be mentioned.  Joyce prayed over our meal and specifically for our homes to be protected in those storms.  The next day, she showed me destruction all around their home. We enjoyed a rare mid-day phone call whereby we were joyful children praising you, together.  It was downright giddiness with us on the phone.  Friday, you gave me the JD GREEAR sermon on the radio to share with Mark about Underdogs, NC Wolfpack 1983 Basketball and Gideon.  You reminded me that simple act of sharing brought forth the blessing of hearing Mark’s love for Gideon, again.  Saturday, I was beyond giddiness with the pregnancy news shared by Eric and Sophie.  I will write the story out in the future, but “One egg for a dozen” will remind me.   Father God, thank you for all of it and for all I am failing to mention thus far.

Lord, please forgive me for being so “in my head” that I have allowed it to cause me to struggle with writing down testimony to glorify YOU.  I have not felt my words were worthy enough or clear enough.  The enemy is such a powerful liar.  Please keep reminding me PRAISE IS A WEAPON.  Heartfelt praise is what started my healing.  Lord, please help me turn up the spiritual volume to praise even more boldly.   Please remind me how great it feels to exalt your name with others, daily!    Praise is always a huge part of the answer.   Thank you for bringing me to this keyboard on Memorial Day.  I love how you give me strong imagery and dates to really sink a lesson into my spirit.   To the world, this day is about American soldiers who died in service of their country.  In this moment, I see my savior on a cross.    I see Jesus’ bleeding out for every man or woman, whether they died in service of their country or not.  The thought does not translate to words very clearly, but for every war monument, I see Jesus in front of every soldier.  The spiritual battle has been real. 

Father God, thank you for pressing my heart so clearly to share the images and how you moved me from the couch to this keyboard in this moment.  Simply put, we agreed to open for five hours today and close early at three.   We have been open for several hours and there has not been a single customer.  I am not disappointed we have not earned a dollar.  I trust you will take care of us.   I have thoroughly enjoyed just talking to you and pondering why you put me back in Hosea 13 this morning.   It is just you and I hanging out in the shop and it is beyond lovely.  It reminds me of how, just like with Gideon, you will remove what is not necessary.   The entire world has been pulled away from me.  Blake and Jess are at the house.  Mark is at the Boro Shop.  I am beyond grateful to be separated away from the world with you. 

In the midst of the deepest gratitude, I was sitting on the couch and could not help but shake my head and smile.  I giggled out loud thinking of the “Pretend Shingles Commercial” Mark and I laughed about over coffee.  Lord, I have prayed to understand several things and you know EXACTLY which prayer you answered by giving me that “fake commercial’ to share with Mark.  Thank you for blessing our marriage with humor and laughter.  Thank you for revealing that deeper truth to me today of how prayers get answered.  It would be difficult to forget the group of friends at the beautiful brunch at Todd & Danae’s yesterday to go see the new Mission Impossible movie.  It would literally be impossible for me to forget the image of a Shingles commercial filmed in the setting of their home.   Perhaps now I will learn that my husband can sit at a table and genuinely not hear extended conversation on a topic and not take it personally.   Oh, Lord, please press this on my heart with every stinking pharmaceutical commercial we watch.  Constantly remind me with this “shingles giggle” of all you have on my spirit in this moment. 

Thank you, Lord, for returning me to obedience of this variety today.  It is beyond words.   It has always been more than enough to know I am being obedient.   Of course, it is perfect for you to remind me on this man-made holiday WHY obedience is better than sacrifice.    Part of that means including the document which opened for me in MS Word began with this sentence:

“I trust you all know that if Yah puts something on your heart to do and you do not do it, it is a sin. (James 1:22,4:17)”    

Again, you make me giggle.  I see so many different aspects of your Divine Humor.  This post is not perfectly written, and it may not make sense to any other person.  It makes perfect sense to you, Lord.  This release I feel as I close my praises and limited petitions is palpable.  Lord, I ask in the sweet name of Jesus for you to keep me close and grant me your wisdom.  Thanks, Daddy.  I love you.  Amen.

Marks Dream

We had very slow days at both of our shops today. Roughly an hour ago, I sent my husband a little text prayer and within an hour, we were more than halfway to the goal. It is okay if God does not want to send the entire amount. We trust His plan for our business.

Yesterday was a different type of Sunday for us. We left to eat at Maple Street Bakery and clean out our storage shed near our other shop. It was a super productive afternoon, and it felt good to be actively working toward goals with my husband. I worked non-stop on organizing those boxes and contents at the Smyrna shop today.

Before we cleaned up to leave the house, we talked about a particularly clear dream my husband remembered. Listening to him describe the lack of visibility, it “felt” like the darkly filmed Paramount shows we watch. The gist was he was wearing a long coat, couldn’t toss the ball back in and he was the same age he is now. It would be like me seeing myself in my high school cheer uniform on the side of a dark football field. Just because we do not always see everything in our path does not mean there are not obstacles.

I shared with my husband things I have read about how God absolutely does speak to people in their dreams. In my husband’s case, it is highly unusual for him to recall his dreams. These images and feelings were crystal clear to him. I encouraged him to consider the reason he is now dreaming with recall could be related to the extra time he is spending in his Bible. It was exhilarating to see him perk up during our Godversation.

While I am short on writing time and need to close up the shop shortly, I needed to take a few minutes to at least bookmark this dream and conversation. At the end of the day, we decided we would be taking a vacation together in August. It was downright cute the way Danny and Arlette got so excited to take the cruise with us. Before we went to sleep, tickets were booked and the plan is underway. It is good to have this trip to anticipate in the months ahead.

Father God, please know we truly appreciate all you have done in our lives, are doing at the moment and will do in the future. As we plan to leave our business for a week and trust your provision, please give my husband the same peace in his heart that I have in mine. I know it is you. In Jesus name, amen.

2/3/23 Reflections

Two years and three days ago, it was February 2,2023. I was in Blue Ridge, GA, and experienced a powerful visit from the Holy Spirit. Last February, I started having ultra-low blood pressure for three weeks. This February has started with strong visits, as well. I have zero clue why there are months like August, November and February which always seem to be ultra-strong in the spiritual activity. I simply know it is true for me.

I feel the release from all the Torah Teacher vitriol. I see the growth in my children, despite the setbacks in some areas. I am enjoying a different and deeper type of peace in my spirit most days. I pause, more patiently and sweetly these days. I still say the wrong thing on occasion, but that is the flesh.

Today was a pinch odd because JPW visited and continued to discuss J6 and political issues which nearly caused me to vomit. Still, I was at peace in my heart.

I am truly sorry for offending anyone; I simply cannot digest news or politics.

It has been the clearest lesson of all. Since I did not digest the Antioch High School shooting two weeks ago, I was able to be fully present and respond from the spirit with a 58 YO mom of a student there visited the shop on Monday. It was a real-life example of how being “unaware” of “facts” in the news leads to better Godversations. Lord, protect all the kids from these copycat threats and bring peace to Jane and Olivia.

Reflecting on all God has done the past two years takes my breath.

I have done nothing to deserve so much love and encouragement from Our Father in Heaven. What is becoming crystal clear is that when I get those nudges in my spirit, my job is to follow them. After working in Matthew and through Chapter 10 the other day, I was awakened in the wee hours to learn more about a “cold cup of water”. I will link what I read in addition to scripture here. In this moment, I am recalling Sam talk about the “little things” over a year ago. What a precious reminder of how Jesus works through people. Thank you, Father God.

Father God, I always praise you and you know it is for all you have done, are doing and will do. I know you know my heart better than anyone in the universe. Today, I beg again for Sharon, Joyce’s sister’s, health and for peace in their family. Lord, may you keep YOUR CHILDREN, safe, including me and mine. You know the things I will not write here, as they would be permanent record of the conflicts we are working through. I love my children entirely too much to detail the conflicts. I pray to see a day where they are all forgotten and forgiven. Please, protect our home, our spirits and our health. Please use those spears and drive humility through ALL. I love you so much. Too much to write out all of my needs. Whatever your will, may I see your hand on everything and praise your Holy Name. In Jesus Name, amen.

Gods Little Hummingbird

Father God,

Thank you for all you have done, are doing and will surely do. You’ve heard my incessant praises and do not require them here. I praise you, as well, for making me flip open our Spiritual Warfare Bible at the shop today. I should not be surprised it’s nearly two full pages identifying the causes of curses just before Proverbs 26 begins. Powerful message, indeed. You drew me to the center and LYING/UNFORGIVENESS.

Melissa Schilling Smith continues to boldly lie to her followers. I did not know if you were clipping her “wings” by giving her the back problems immediately after slandering me. I heard her say something about taking on the pain of others, but it was so clear to me YOU gave her the pain for other reasons. It breaks my heart that she doesn’t see that she was also attacking truth you have given me. It was vicious, ugly and beyond slander. You told me to write in the letter something about not harming a Child of Yah without expecting some woe. I will go back and read it again for edification. Still, I would not wish that pain on anyone, including her. You know my prayers for her and her followers remain. It truly breaks my heart for you that such a good teacher in so many ways is hellbent on doubling down on her lies.

Perhaps the first lie she repeated about me on 1/4/25 invited a specific demon to Melissa’s homestead or to the entire group. It would make sense, as I have heard new and repeated lies for the past three weeks. The fact she deleted that “1/4/25 LIVE” from Facebook is a blessing for me, even if she only deleted it to protect herself. That is between you and Melissa. It makes me incredibly uncomfortable to watch her or listen to her now. I trust the discomfort I feel is serving you, Lord. I know you are growing me. I rebuke anyone calling me a Polish Witch or any other false statement.

My husband knows the guard you have had on my mouth. He knows I am only “that” quiet when I am with you. You kept me silent for three weeks after Melissa blocked me from her Facebook page! I sent the letter you commanded on January 4, 2025. I am grateful she took the direct encouragement to block our business pages, as well. I love the page you kept access available to me. Now it makes sense why I did not delete it last year! In your infinite wisdom, you knew it would be needed. As three more weeks have passed, it is clear I would have spiritually dried up if I remained in the stream of her teaching. Not only did she delete that ugly LIVE video, but she also ceased adding the Shabbat lessons to YouTube. THANK YOU.

Father God, you have shown me lies, slander, ugly hearts, distracted spirits and false teachings. You know the false teachings on pharmakeia, birthdays and lukewarm vomit are only part of what I have seen and heard for myself. I will stick to prostrating myself in front of you and your WORD. You are the best teacher, period.

Thank you for working through the issues with me in a way I could understand. You always seem to take me to a WORD you planted in my heart to answer a question. (ISA 63:7) Thank you for the deep dive lesson on water sources and pointing out Jesus says he would rather us be HOT or COLD than Lukewarm. It makes perfect sense we all need to be useful! Melissa keeps saying Jesus will spit us out of his mouth in vomit chunks. Forgive me, Lord, it makes me chortle under my breath with how Proverbs 26:28 concludes the topic: “A lying tongue hates those who are afflicted by it, and a flattering mouth works ruin.” Yes, she clearly has zero love for me, despite the words which come out of her mouth.

Apparently, you wanted me to share a few things here and specifically tag her name. I don’t know who you are sending to this Godroom, but trust your direction implicitly. May any who come to God’s Little Hummingbird on any social media site understand they should bring EVERY concern or question directly to YOU. May they know the TRUTH she does teach so beautifully and may the Holy Spirit convict them of the ERRORS and FALSE teaching, so they may all grow closer to you. Above all, Lord, I beg of you to convict those who are NOT LEADING WITH LOVE, in their written or spoken words. In Jesus name, I do pray. Amen.

Woo Woo Woo

In the past few days, I know I have mentioned, shared or commented how God woos me through Job. Yesterday was a wonderful day, snowed in with my husband and son. Mark and I cleaned out the deep freeze, tackled a few small tasks together and played cards. We both enjoyed long soaks in our tub. My prayers last night as he was still soaking were answered beautifully, as well.

This morning, my first thought was “obedience is greater than sacrifice”. 1 Sam 15:22. The principle conveyed by “Obedience is better than sacrifice” is not just about external actions or religious rituals but emphasizes the importance of a heart that is willing to submit and obey God’s will. From that same link: Samuel explained further: “For rebellion is like the sin of divination, and arrogance like the evil of idolatry” (1 Sam. 15:23). Disobeying God is rebellion against Him, an act Samuel equated to paganism and witchcraft. In Saul’s case, it was also connected to his proud heart. Saul decided he knew better than God. All rebellion is idolatry, a form of self-worship. 

How perfect to see the idolatry pointed out to me over a week ago by the Holy Spirit in a certain 1:850 Tee Shirt. Complete and total idolatry, especially in conjunction with the way they chose to slander me as a “Polish witch”. Blasphemy!

Oh, Lord, how you do make things so very clear! I felt wooed. When Mark woke, I sing-songed, “woo woo woo” and asked if he recalled the artist. He recalled the song immediately, but neither of us could name the artist. I googled and found it was Jeffrey Osborne in 1986. You Should Be Mine is the title of the song. This preceded excellent Godversation about how there were ten generations between Noah and Abraham. We are both growing closer to the truth of how every man-made religion misses the mark God has established. The three major world religions all point to Abraham as their “Father”. Clearly, the translations miss something in each case.

Father God, you know I thank and praise you for all you have done, are doing and will surely do. Please keep making us yours. In Jesus name, I pray. Amen.

Rebuke with Love

Father God, I could never thank you enough for ALL you have done, are doing and will surely do. I could praise you 24 x 7 and it would still not be “too much”. Thank you for those precious moments when I know you are hovering in, over and around me. What you gave us in the shop yesterday with Koi , Tracey Jamie and Miss Karen was so perfectly YOURS. Thank you for guarding my tongue the past 5-6 weeks. I see what you did there. Bringing Steven and Futina in today was impeccably perfect. Lord, hear Futina’s prayer 24 x7 and please heal Steven, in Jesus’ name. I see, too, why the letter must be written today. Please give me the words they need to hear and the wisdom to hold this lesson in that sacred quadrant you have in my heart and lungs. You know I ask this in Jesus/Yeshua’s name, Amen.

Deep breath. Amazing the clarity after three cleansing breaths. I am a Child of Yah and writing like a child is perfectly acceptable to my Messiah.

Shabbat Shalom, Brothers, sisters and others,

Since I know at least three of you receiving this letter are NOT my spiritual sibling at this time, I included “others” in the salutation. It is not intended to be divisive, simply the truth. I love you, whether you love me or not. I thank and praise YHVH for each and every one of you and keep you in prayer. Due to circumstances beyond my control, I have missed studying and learning with you. If you are receiving this letter, it is because YHVH used you to teach me something, confirm something or we have prayed together outside of class in agreement. Because you were my key fellowship group, obedience requires I confess sins present or born while with you.

Like most of you, I instantly loved Melissa Schilling Smith and gravitated toward her teaching AFTER being negatively impacted by teachers of false doctrine. I must confess, the first three weeks of November were intoxicating to believe I found “my earthly teacher”. I was beyond excited to unlearn any lie taught to me over 56 years. Respecting Mel’s busy schedule, we still exchanged more than a dozen private voice mails and other messages as Facebook Friends. During this time, I was also nudged to find a Torah Study Partner and develop a close friendship with another Hummingbird Student, outside of the Shabbat study group.

It is my prayer in this moment you are recalling the excitement, power, clarity and the questions YOU experienced your first three weeks into Torah Observance. I respect the fact we all have PERSONAL and therefore DIFFERENT relationships with our Messiah and our YHVH. Snuggled in His Right Hand, Yah was teaching me about the geography of Israel, studying Biblical archaeology, Jewish history/culture and diving deeper and deeper into His Word. While there may be errors in the writings of these humans, there is also a treasure trove of historical information which help bring scripture to life for me. I confess, I can resemble a child “hopped up on sugar” when feasting on the meat and honey He gives me. I get ridiculously giddy and excited to share “my Yeshua” and how He connects everything together for me! In that spirit, I must ask you to forgive me for any time my excitement offended you, as it could be a stumbling block for you if you have not already done so.

Trusting this other Hummingbird Student, I shared a personal health issue with her on November 21. Since she had months of experience with the same prescription, I shared openly with her on the topic. Yah has been clear with me that rebuking others does NOT mean shaming them, so I will not divulge any other details. As the conversation continued, she told me Luke was not a doctor, according to Melissa. I encouraged this person that I would absolutely listen to Melissa’s teaching on Pharmaekeia. I confirmed I had learned MUCH from Melissa. The following morning, I was spiritually kicked (more than a nudge) to send her the “studying” link listed above. In humility, I asked Melissa to please send me her study on Pharmakeia, as I needed to understand the full teaching before praying again about the situation.

The situation is this student blasphemed the Holy Spirit and things YHVH has done through our business on November 22, 2024. Why? Simply because Yah has given me a word on Pharmakeia which does not align with the word given to Melissa. YHVH has been ULTRA CLEAR with me to NEVER allow anyone to detract even one word from His Word. “Beloved Physician” means EXACTLY what it says and focusing on BELOVED matters. Good medical knowledge, like setting bones (Eze 30:21-14) or using fig poultice (2Kings 20:7 ISA 38:21) came from our Elohim. He didn’t need the fig poultice applied to heal Hezekiah or add fifteen years to his life. It is not my intention to argue. I am simply sharing what Yah gave me so clearly: Satan has ZERO POWER to create BAD PHARMAKEIA unless YHVH created GOOD PHARMAKEIA. EZE 47:12 can not only apply to Revelation. (Malachi 3:6, Heb 13:8-16) I warned the student about elevating any teacher above the Word and what the Holy Spirit teaches you in that season. She rebuked me by extrapolating 2466 OFP (our business street address) equates to 666 and marks me as under the influence of Satan. Nonsensical and unbiblical rebukes should never be received.

It was painful to lose a friend, but I praise Yah for removing an unhealthy friendship. I received and studied Melissa’s study on Pharmakeia before sending her one of the links I had shared with the other student. My last voice message to her on 11/23/24 was in near tears asking to establish a time to talk. When she responded five days later, she said she would not be reading what I sent her because Yah had given her the lesson twenty years ago. I need to encourage each of you that in MANY people’s lives, more and more is revealed over time. Please never put limits on how YHVH can deepen your knowledge and bless you with deepened wisdom. He brings me knowledge in some very particular ways, often through what I have termed “stranger angels”. Discernment gave me a “red flag” hearing her last voice mail message.

Despite the red flag, I continued to join for Shabbat Zoom sessions. Melissa was my teacher; it did not matter that we were not in agreement on one topic. There is still much to learn, and I absolutely loved the Shabbat Zoom studies. That is, until I learned Melissa BLOCKED ME from her Facebook roughly three weeks ago. I freely confess it hurt me deeply and for a myriad of reasons. Again, I praise Yah for holding me close and keeping my tongue guarded. There are logical reasons to believe Melissa was deceived by whatever was shared from this other student. Still, I cannot assume she blocked me to make the other student more comfortable. I am not charging gossip or anything else.

I am stating a fact. A Torah Teacher took a questionable step when she blocked a hungry student.

Today, I humbly ask for you to ask Mel WHY she decided to block me. This is not for my edification, but for your own. You deserve to know under what circumstances and conditions your teacher could CUT YOU OFF. I know Yah did not tell her to block me. That would be lie straight from the pits of Hell. I would welcome hearing it directly from Melissa. For six weeks, I listened to “love you”, “this is a safe space” and countless other words which have proven to be FALSE in my experience. Please let her know I forgive it, but one does not block a Child of Yah without being subjected to some woe.

YHVH sees and knows the truth. It breaks His Heart to see the rotten fruit in Melissa’s public comment sections. What He gave me to share with Mel in my last voice message was how it breaks His heart when his children do not LEAD WITH LOVE. That came after praying with and for several of you. Please, I beg of you, quit throwing your families/others under the proverbial bus in such public ways. It does not honor our Messiah or bring anyone to knowledge of him. If the majority of your comments you make would make Yeshua smile, this does not apply to you. We all fall short, period.

In closing, if you want to remove yourself from my friends’ list, I will understand. All of you are on my prayer list, regardless. We do not have to be “Facebook friends” or real-life friends. If you need a warm bed and a meal in Tennessee, the door is open. I am going to continue to love you, no matter what. For me, the door is closed to your study group, and I accept it. However, I recently learned I can see Melissa’s page from our business account, so she may want to go block my business pages for whatever her reasons.

What Yah just showed me is REVOLUTION does not happen without Him and maybe everyone should consider why His Name, the name above ALL NAMES, is not on the T-shirt. Not HIS WORD and not HIS NAME. Ask yourselves does that T-Shirt invite an honest conversation? If you saw that shirt years before you came to be Torah Observant, how would YOU have received it? Ask YHVH to show you if pride, fear or anything else is blocking your spiritual eyes and ask YHVH to give you wisdom He surely desires to give to all his children.

Shalom,

Carol

Rebuke with Love

It is now 7:09 pm and my heart is dancing after the confirmation from “Philippine Jamal”. As we were discussing the Torah and the importance of understanding The Bible is cohesive from Genesis to Revelation, Proverbs 18 came to mind. I found this article and it was used to nudge “the letter” I have been assigned.

“When one shows partiality to the wicked, they will overthrow the righteous in judgment whether they intend to or not. Each aspect of injustice is sin.”

“For justice to happen, the cause must be heard, not the person. Let the person be punished for his wickedness, not the wickedness be covered for the person’s sake. When one is partial to the wicked, the rights of God are despised, and the claims of his justice are thrown away.” (Bridges)

Proverbs 18:6 A fools lips enter into contention. His lips call for blows.

I could go on and on. Clearly, this was meant to direct my thoughts as I write.

Thank you, Yah!

two-week Hiatus

Officially, it will be two weeks on Monday. It is 6:21 PM, after Shabbat has ended. While navigating the hurt and searching for the lesson for me regarding the Miss Plastic situation. I have not been writing here. It would be fair to say that is a healthy habit for me to refrain from writing when I have been wrestling with such matters. I do not wish to speak idle words, nor write them. However, I also have a duty to hold myself accountable. For the sake of balance and obedience, I need to take a few minutes to jot down a rough outline of what Yah has been doing as I look back.

First and foremost, YHVH has given us the best helper in the Holy Spirit. Ironic and beautiful that Israel means “he struggles with God”. Wrestling with the LORD isn’t about “winning” or “pinning” on points. For me, it is about asking my Sovereign Lord and Savior, to please help me understand whatever it is that is not making sense to me. Wrestling is a purification and sanctification process which inevitably leads me into more dependence and a deeper relationship with Jesus.

I started Genesis in my New King James Study Application Bible. We have continued in our study of James, as well. Plus, I have been listening to Gods Little Hummingbird lessons and having interesting tidbits and reels pop up on my phone. Because I was struggling to some degree from the Plastic Lover attack, I know I had to be grounded in His Word. Whatever evil power is working through her, I now see it as a blessing to have that relationship removed from my life at her discretion. Thank you, Lord.

My mom, sisters and all our kids gathered together for Thanksgiving dinner. This was the first time in nine long years that we have all been together. After years of praying for reconciliation between my sisters and mother, it was surreal to have us all together. There is never a cornucopia or other pagan nonsense at our Thanksgiving dinner. Thank you, Lord, for reconciliation, healing and gathering my family.

Many wonderful Godversations in the shop over the past ten days. However, as He is prone to do with me, there were certainly less of them, overall. I understand more of why it happens this way. People can be distracting, and all of our customers are people. Today, I am most grateful for the way Jesus hung out with my husband and I last night in our room. We had the best Godversation of the past two weeks!

The nutshell was “give him a different type of excitement”. The Lord knows my physical issues and that burden has lined up exactly with the Rachel situation. A negative double portion is one view. Twice as many opportunities to give everything over to The LORD is my view after wrestling. In this moment, I am thinking of what Melissa taught today about Leah and Rachel in Genesis. I am remembering the phrase in GEN 30:27 “To learn by experience” is from Strong’s H5172, Nahas.

In Gen 44:15, it means to practice divination, observe signs. According to the internet response, in every OTHER use of this word in the Hebrew scriptures, it is associated with witchcraft and negative. Still, I want to read all the scriptures for myself and see what the Boss reveals.

Lane or Highway

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.

Florence and October 5

Thank you, Lord, for what you have been teaching me today. As I sit at the shop and Mark supports Blake by being at the Tennessee Tech Football game, I am still in awe. Until last year, this was always the date I joyfully celebrated for my childhood best friend, Angie’s birthday. Exactly one year ago, we were in Florence, Italy, on this date. It is a significant date and experience, no doubt. However, this extends beyond having the scripture by the passports, the envelopes and even our glorious evening with Bryan Yates.

Yessir. I think I see exactly what you did there. You had me completely poured out, filled up and poured out again, daily. This morning, this day was given a new context. While I didn’t fail to acknowledge you each day, it was this particular day I spelled it out from my heart. Your heart. From the moment I declared my real treasure and source of humor, God continued to show up in even bigger and more ostentatious ways. Praise is absolutely the best weapon, combined with the Word.

Because I had so many words about it last year on Facebook, I am copying over here for posterity.

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Today has been more than words could ever express. Uploaded reels or clips to share moments- beauty and grace. Either you get it or you don’t. Praying you do.

That was all I had written before going to sleep four hours ago. Our day was so intense and emotionally exhausting…I was done. Spent. Poured out. Full. Overwhelmed.

Once again, I am being pulled from much needed sleep to write something down. Life theme. Gal 6:7-9 He showed me. Bloom where planted and what He planted in me. Life verse. GAL 6:9 for a Blonde Polish Chick is hilarious. Don’t forget, God gave you your sense of humor!!!

Did you see the thieves left our passports by His Word? Our Father in Heaven will NOT be mocked. Mark probably worried a pinch when I fell on the bed laughing so hard tears came from my eyes. Then again, I told Mark in February that God wanted to show him something in Italy. Not even joking 🤣

Seriously, I was in Blue Ridge, GA, the first few days of February. All I can say is THE most powerful presence of the Holy Spirit I have known in 55 years came upon me in a way which exceeds words. Asbury didn’t surprise me in the least. Not much does. I have always loved when He shows up and shows off! I get like a CHILD when I see it and giddy to share with anyone on my path.

I am made “like this” for His purposes. Please Forgive me if it hurts or offends in any way. It’s not about you or whether or not we believe the same things. I love you. I am just more concerned about pleasing God than people.

When I moved the dress to start cleaning up after the robbery, I wasn’t surprised at all to see our passports next to scripture cards. Mark didn’t know I had been led to write down a verse for each day in Italy. I laughed HARD.

After most was cleaned up, I found Two envelopes in separate (weird) places. One from the bank devoid of cash. One from our home where I had stored my Bible verses, a few blanks and a writing tool. The envelopes looked alike. Folded at the third. Two types of treasure, my friends. We have the One that really matters. So, within a few hours of being robbed, we were both joyfully hiking up to a stunning sunset.

If you claim to rely on His Word, I just want to encourage you to invite Him into even more of your lives. He wants me a to be like children he wants us to share His goodness in some way, EVERY SINGLE DAY…. praying you ask yourselves what are YOU bringing to that relationship? This is the third time #QOTD messaging with images are being put on my heart.

Okay. Now I am looking at the clock and Whatever He shows me 7 years from today …can’t imagine. Many of you know that things I wrote years ago are playing out in an almost freaky way. To highlight day 8, God is on the move. Confirmations galore. Grateful we got robbed! Not kidding!

1)Didn’t wear face make up to see David yesterday. Kind of like, “you are naked, so I will go the ONLY way of naked possible for me”. 😂😂😂. The Experience at Accademia was intense for both of us in different ways. Beautiful. Cathartic tears. Lots of them for me.

Edit: Need to note it took from 3:17-5:30 or so to write this. I went to read to ensure no egregious typos. The bit above said LORD OF THEM. Accurate, but still 💜✝️💜, GODWINK. Mary Kathleen Morlan

2)Sammies sent to friends – we love Terri and Jason and and our whole small group back home. We were talking about them at the Leather School- as well as Brian Sweatt and OC.

3)Bryan Yates of Liverpool, England: Thank you for sharing your musicianship before the sunset. Thank you for also breaking bread and drinking a glass of wine with us (and the gelato, too) with us later. Truly, you are a treasure. Whenever you get access again to the book of faces 😎, grateful to have some way to connect. Excited to hear if you meet Josie & Mimmo. I trust the day you read this will be exactly as designed. We truly loved our evening with you!