Cleansing Tears

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.

https://www.freep.com/story/news/local/michigan/macomb/2024/10/20/warren-mom-kills-son-commits-suicide/75767496007/

My Morgan texted.

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.

Dear God,

Thank you for waking me early enough on a Saturday to ride along with Joyce as she ran errands today. Thank you for planting Psalm 91 firmly in my heart before she picked me up. It’s super cool that the images attached to the commentary reminded me of the aurora borealis last night.

I love how you speak to us through your Word, teaching us new things as we grow. Thank you for your Word, the master decoder of all my thoughts. Thank you for ALL the music you have inspired and all the ways you have moved, are moving and will surely move.

There is none like you, Lord. You are literally the Master of the Universe. Holy, Holy, Holy.

Hallelujah!

I am so grateful you know the praise comes forth from the depths of my soul. As much as I didn’t enjoy the diversion last week, I thoroughly enjoyed praising you through the “NAR STORM”. Years ago, I wrote that I was grateful for my GPS…as you know, that is your Perfect Son. It would be impossible to NOT praise you and worship accordingly. Still, today, I am bringing this “NAR Quagmire” to you and seeking direction. You keep leading me back to Matthew and Luke, weighing my words carefully.

You already know how broken my heart is for all which breaks yours. My heart has long since been yielded to your will for my life. Sometimes, I stumble. Sometimes, I fall. Always, you are there to pick me up and redirect my steps. I could never thank you enough.

The ugliness being expressed against Bethel, Elevation Worship, Jesus Culture, Maverick City, Hillsong and more is not being expressed with sincere love. You know my heart. You know I look for the love. I have sought you in every article, blog and video condemning them. I have NOT found you in a single one. I know you love them and need your instruction on how I can love them better.

For now, Lord, I will continue to dwell in your shelter and your shadow. You are my refuge, my fortress, my strength, my redeemer, my everything. Thank you, in advance, for commanding angels to guard me. Thank you for sending your son, Jesus, and for every drop of blood he shed at Calvary for me. It is in His precious name I ask for direction. Amen.

Fear is the ugliest Four letter Word

That is the word and spirit which is on my heart at 2:10 am.  My heart aches for any group of people who embrace Fear over Love.  It’s an epidemic, really.  Our kids, our country, our world.  It’s painful.  My heart is pouring tears over my face as I type.  When we are truly loving others the way we are called to love others, there isn’t much room left to allow fear.

The past two days have run the gamut of emotions.  I have known extremely high joys and felt the depths of hurt.   Thank you, Lord, for showing me WHY you needed me to hurt over this situation.   What is pushing through my heart right now is a sort of lump in my throat at the same time.  How amazing is our God?  He put me where He wanted me, called me to act, held me close and dared me to love Him and others in  new and different ways in the middle of a storm.   When I was obedient, He let His peace wash over me.  Never have I uttered words in prayer as I have today:

“Father God, I do not understand why you may have planned this project to fail as it exists, but I do trust your plan is to use this potential failure to your glory.  Anxious expectation is the best phrase to define where you have me.   Thank you for removing my defenses and just letting me love every person involved to the best of my ability today.  My prayer is that you plant the spirit of the project in all of their hearts.  You tell us it doesn’t matter who does the planting or watering, only you can make things grow.  Grow us all ,Lord, in your way, in your time, to your purpose.  I love you.