The Tide is Turning

So, three days ago now, I was worshipping God near the back wall of a warehouse.  Yes, that’s where we now meet with other believers.

The Holy Spirit lives in me, I know, but sometimes the Spirit almost descends in a place.  That’s what it felt like.  At that moment, in my ear I could hear really loudly (not audibly, but it felt like it could have been) the words “the tide is turning!”  It literally felt the Holy Spirit was shouting at me.  Three times I heard it that way, and then I knew I needed to speak it out, declare it.  I did so in our group.

When I hear something that strongly, it almost always is a word to be shared for others.

The sense was that the tide is turning in favor of God and His kingdom being manifested in our personal lives, corporately, and as a nation.

On vacation this summer, I was swinging one morning watching the sun rise and listening to the waves come in and out as the tide was literally changing.  It was then I had first heard the word, “the tide is changing”.   I later discovered that at the same time, a friend of mine was shouting that word on a prayer call without me knowing it.  All day long, the song, “The Tide is High” was playing in my head.

I don’t know the timing of things, but my sense in the spirit is that things are getting ready to drastically shift for the good.

Whenever a tide changes, stuff gets churned up and brought to the surface.  Whatever has been laying on the bottom of the ocean floor hidden is now brought to the surface of the water, and then left on the beach for all to see.  The things hidden have needed to be revealed, because they were there all along, but they need to be addressed.  I don’t feel we are done with that process.  I feel Yahweh is only beginning to deal with hearts, and the things hidden.

What will we do in response is the question. We need the wisdom of the Holy Spirit, and the justice and mercy of God to know how to navigate this time of history we are in.  Remember that love always wins.

So, if you have felt discouraged, like nothing will ever change, or maybe like you have lost hope, or you have laid down your dreams and promises the Lord has given you, you may want to hold on a little longer.

The tide is turning for the good in our personal lives, in the body of Christ, and in our nation.  The Lion of the Tribe of Judah is roaring over us. He is not done with us yet.  It’s His time, not the enemy’s time.  I believe the shift is here.

The Power of a Word

I’ve been part of an online event called Rise-Up, hosted by wholeheartedwomen.org.  We literally have been “rising up” early to meet together once a week for teaching, encouragement, and activation.

Sleepily, I had joined in the group and listened to the talk.  The time had come to engage in the activation.  A woman I had never met before looked at me in the online meeting and said simply, “Ever since I heard you speak last week, I felt like the Lord was saying He loves your free spirit.”

I know that probably doesn’t sound like much, but the words had zinged a target in my heart, and immediately I heard the Holy Spirit add, “I always have loved your free spirit.  I love this about you.  You aren’t rebellious.”  I felt the word go really deep in me.

I also saw, in my minds eye, a large thumb that had been trying to push me down.  Again, I heard, “That thumb wasn’t me.  But the enemy has been trying to push you down through people and circumstances.  I am breaking the power of the thumb in your life.”  I began to cry, and cried on and off all that day.

About three years ago, something happened in my heart.  For the first time in my life, I began to feel some level of freedom, and I felt a strong desire to explore more things in the Lord and in my life.

For so long, I really didn’t know who I was or even what I really liked, because I had been so stripped of myself growing up.  During that first season of realizing this new freedom, the Lord placed some precious friends in my life who I felt very free with, free to be me, without any expectation of what that should look like.

The more freedom I began to feel and act on, the more some close to me didn’t understand, and the enemy began twisting my actions and intent to them, and I began to be called “rebellious.”  So now, in my mind, being free-spirited meant I was rebellious.  That word came through people I really love.

Words that I felt were inspired by the Lord for our church family, though submitted respectfully, were now put in an x file by leadership, and my voice was shut down.  For reasons I still don’t know, those friends who once fully accepted me, cut me off with no explanation and no opportunity for me to ask forgiveness or work anything out. I don’t say any of this because I’m angry or holding unforgiveness.

As these last three years have gone by, when I would try to venture off into something new, it has felt like a chain around my neck ready to yank me back at any time.

I have seen some value in this journey, because I really feel the Lord has used it to teach me more about His love and loving whoever He puts in front of me, but I really was beginning to believe that being free-spirited and going after the new was either something God did not want for me, or that I might be deceived, delving into things that would lead me astray, or that it was inherently bad to be free-spirited.

This simply was not true.  The enemy had been the one trying to hold me back, attempting to thwart the identity Yahweh was trying to develop in me, an identity of freedom, a value for freedom.  This was not out of rebellion, but out of love of discovery of who God is and who He has created me to be.

Though I still feel the push back sometimes, still feel the effects of that thumb, now I realize it was not God clipping my wings.  He wants me to fly with Him.  Whom the Son sets free is free indeed!

Is it crazy how God can use such a simple word to bring revelation, identity, and freedom?

If you have ever felt that same thumb holding you back, and preventing you from going forward, let’s forgive those through whom that thumb came pressing down, and let’s agree together for Yahweh to completely break the power of that thumb over you and me.  I am praying for us to walk in all the freedom God has intended for His children to walk in with Him, fulfilling our destinies in Him.  Let’s fly!

My Papa

I don’t know what’s s like for kids today, but growing up in the 70’s, when most kids still had their Dad at home, it was a common thing for little kids to have this conversation, ”My Dad can take your Dad”, and the response was, “No way, my Dad can totally beat up your Dad!” This conversation would go round and round.  I don’t think any Dad’s ever put it to the test, at least not in my neighborhood, but it was important to kids to think that their Dad could take care of business on their behalf.

This morning as I awoke from a sweet sleep to open windows letting in the dewy morning air, I began to joyfully thank my heavenly Papa that He is glorious, that He is loving, that He is holy.  I thanked Him that, in the middle of the night, he woke me with the answers I needed to a problem.  Lastly I thanked him for being my powerful Father who protects me and defends me.  He’s my big Daddy that no enemy wants to tangle with.

My earthly Daddy lived to be 89 years old.  By anyone’s definition, he was still spry, and would probably have liked to believe that he could still take your dad.🙃  In truth He wasn’t as quick or strong as he once was, his knees gave him some trouble, but his heart was still for me.  His blessings were still for me. Unlike Dad, my heavenly Papa, though He is the Ancient of Days, never grows old.  His protection, His love, His grace, His mercy is new every morning.

My Daddy passed on to Heaven on my 49th birthday, and it was not a birthday surprise I welcomed. Because I knew my heavenly Papa, I asked Him, “Papa, I know you are good and that you knew that Dad was going to go home on my birthday.  What are you saying to me?”  Immediately, in my spirit, the question arose, “What is the biblical meaning of the number 49?”  I went to the research source* I often use for such questions and found that the number 49 means, Father’s Love.  What!?  My heavenly Papa wanted me to know, on my birthday, that losing my earthly Dad did not leave me fatherless, did not leave me unloved by my Father.

If I had not known my Father’s heart, my birthday could forever now be a source of sadness and grief.  Instead, my Papa made it another reminder of His love for me, His provision, His protection, His nearness and His hand in my life. I love Him because He first loved me.

*www.biblenumbersforlife.com

Image of Popeye and Bluto by J.Wellington- 

The Lighthouse

Early July, I did something I had never done before.   All my daughter wanted for her birthday was a trip with mom to the beach.

Everything in planning the trip felt unsettled, unsafe.  Not only was Covid-19 still causing shut downs, but many people returning from the beach were coming down with it.  In addition, a few weeks before leaving riots began riveting our country.

So to say the least, I felt on edge, and though I wanted to spend this special time with my girl, I was nervous.

As I prayed, the Holy Spirit kept telling me, “Lean back into me and have fun anyway.”  Sometimes, I feel He wants us to be like the Israelites, trust Him by dancing with praise in the face of the enemy.

The first place we arrived was a state park where a lighthouse stood like a pillar of strength with an huge American flag draped around it, evidently left over from Independence Day celebrations.  Directly beyond that, the soft sand and crystal waters of the beach beckoned us.

My daughter and I sauntered past the lighthouse forging our way to the beach.  Immediately, we went for the water to cool off in the hot summer sun.  Within a few minutes, I turned back to face the lighthouse from the view of the beach.  Dark, black storm clouds gathered around it, while gales of wind whipped the flag high into the air.

Over the crash of the waves, I heard the voice of my heavenly Father begin to speak.  These are the words as closely as I remember hearing them:

“Daughter, my people are like the lighthouse.  You are built deep on an extremely strong rock.  Without that foundation the lighthouse would quickly be swept out to sea in a storm, but it will not be shaken, even in a hurricane, because it is firmly sealed, firmly planted on an extremely solid foundation of rock.  It cannot be moved, because of the rock it is established on.  So don’t be afraid of the storms.  They may swirl all around you, but you will not be shaken.”  (The “you” felt like “you all”, meaning not just for me personally.)

Then the tone shifted a little, to where I knew He was addressing an even larger group, our country as a whole.

“Your country is still built on Me, God, though there have been things from the founding of it that have needed to changed.  As long as your country stays on the Rock, it will never be fully shaken, no matter what storms may come.  My light, the light of Jesus Christ will be re-lit in this country again to guide those home who are lost.  I am not done with the United States of America.  If this country will turn back to me, and remain on me, the Rock, it will withstand the storms, and my light will burn brightly again.  She will become the beacon to the nations again, leading others into a safe harbor.”

May we, as a country, remain on the foundation of “In God we trust”, and may we return to Jesus.  Holy Spirit, please relight the flame!

 

 

 

Heavenly Visions of Thursday, July 23, 2020

First vision, I saw myself go into the courts of Heaven, and I was overcome with the presence of the Lord and went face down.  I heard Him command me to stand up, but I didn’t have the strength.  Then I was picked up on my feet.  I knew I was there to intercede. 

 I heard, “What is your request?”

Then, I said, “For the chiIdren and the daughters and the sons.  For them to be rescued, for justice to come, for vindication, for the abuse to stop.”   I was particularly praying for sex trafficking and also for the Chinese church. 

I saw what looked like a clock.  I heard, “All will be accomplished in due time.” 

Then He said He was with those were wounded and abused, but the time for full vindication had not come yet.  Others must be added.  His timing is perfect. 

I asked was there anything I was lacking or needed.  I heard “Patience.” Then I saw myself fall on my face again. 

Then I saw the ship, “The Constitution”, and I saw the same big wave Kathie Walter’s had seen come over the ship, (Kathie saw Trump tie himself to the steering wheel because the ship  was tossing)  but it’s like it completely changed our course as a nation ran the ship into a safe harbor.

A little bit later, I was just soaking.  I heard again, “Come with Me. I have something I want you to do with Me.” 

I saw Yeshua as the Lion of the Tribe of Judah.  He was fierce looking.  I saw myself beside Him, sometimes like a lioness, sometimes like a little girl.  It kept changing depended on what we were doing.  He immediately took me to the Great Wall of China.  He said, “You were once a slave, just as the slaves who built this wall, and you have forgiven.  You are to roar with me now.  Their vindication has come.”  I saw both of us roaring towards the wall.  His roar obviously was way more powerful than mine.  I felt more like little Simba in the Lion King.  But as we roared, the Wall of China began to quake and crumble like a wave.  Then I saw the ground begin to swell like a pregnant belly about to burst open, and I saw all these people under the ground pushing, like thousands and thousands.  It was like the ground was like a thin film, and then all of a sudden a swell, and then all of these people burst forth, like it had just given birth somehow.  

I heard, “This is time of the underground church in China to birth forth.”  I saw the face of the current president of China, and I heard the Lord say that this was the last wave of persecution the Chinese church will face, and it will be quickly over, and their time had come.  He said that He wasn’t done showing me things yet.  We went to the emperor’s palace.  He jumped over the outer wall.  And then began to roar, Xi Jinping  and all the ruling party came out and bowed their faces towards the ground.  Then the Lion grabbed Xi Jinping by the scruff of his neck, like cats do, and shook him really hard and tossed him to the side.  Then, I saw the Chinese flag come down, and I heard, “It’s time for a new flag.  It’s the time of the Chinese church to rise and rule.”  I saw a new flag that looked like a Chinese flag but it had a golden cross across the middle.  It was raised up the flag pole. 

Then , Yeshua said, “I’m not done yet.”  I then saw a very large Buddhua in front of the lion.  I heard, “Buddhu has consumed the children, and it’s belly is full.”  I saw the Lion roar again, and the belly of Buddhua  broke open.  All these children ran out and into Yeshua’s arms.  The rest of the Buddha crumbled away.

I heard again, “I’m not done yet.”  I saw the Hindu idol, Shiva?  He just went up and bit its head off.

Again, I heard, “I’m not done yet.”  I saw a map of the Middle East, and I heard, “Brothers, put down your weapons.  It’s time to come home.”  Then, I saw many men with weapons, begin to make tools out them, and I saw others link arms together.

Again, “I’m not done yet.”  I saw Him walk into the EU chamber in Europe, and all the Euro leaders were there, men of great power around the table.  But when the Lion entered the room, they all just stood like statues and shook.  I saw the Lion put both paws up on a large oval table in the middle, and as He did, the entire table top just flipped complete over.  I heard, “The tables are turned on them.” 

Again, I heard, “I’m not done yet.”  I saw the Russian flag.  I saw the sickle and the hammer come apart.  The hammer pounded on the sickle til it was like a straight line, like it turned into a measuring rod.  Then Yeshua took the hammer to Lenin’s tomb and pounded it to dust.  And then it hit the top of their Govermental building in Moscow, like at the top steeple in the middle.  I saw the leaders rushing out, and looking up.  I heard, “Justice has come for the church in Russia.”

I asked Yeshua about Africa.  I’m finally getting a clue, right?  I heard, “I’m not done yet.”  Then I see the Lion off the coast of Africa at the top, and I feel great compassion in His heart.  I see an image of Heidi Baker and many other leaders of the church in Africa.  He takes His paw swipes it across the water and a tidal wave of water rushes over all of Africa beginning at the top down, but it’s more like golden glory.  I was concerned at first for more flooding in the natural, but as this water went over the land, the land become lush green, and full of life.  I saw South Africa highlighted in gold especially, Then I saw glory lights all over Africa, and it all joined together and became one great light.

Of course, I’m wondering about America and Israel.  He kept telling me, “Wait.  I’m not done yet.”

So, we end up in front of the White House.  And as we stand there, it’s like the whole top of the house is laid bare and you can see everyone and everything, even down into the lowest basement.  I hear, “I’m exposing everything.”  I see people running for cover, some afraid.  But then I see President Trump, come out and stand in front of the Lion of the Tribe of Judah.  He then goes down on both knees and is weeping, His face to the ground.  I hear, “Rise up my son, and rule well.”  It wasn’t like He was a king though, I saw Him then in a crown and robe.  It was more like Him in His sonship authority.  President Trump turned around to face the White House.  I heard Yeshua tell Him, “Set the Captives Free and bring justice.”  In his right hand was placed keys, and in the other a gavel.  But then this was funny, Yeshua also laughed and said “Clean House.”  And I saw President Trump and all of His cabinet and staff with mop buckets, mops, and gloves on.  They all looked like a cleaning service, like maids.  Very funny.  Then the Lion went to the center of the mall.  Again, He said, “I’m not done yet.”  He began licking up the water in the pool in the middle, and then He thumped His paws on the ground.  When He did the ground began to quake, and surge like an earthquake.  The monuments began to shake, like everything to the foundations, and things were breaking and falling, but the structures still held.   He again said, I’m not done yet, and He went to the Capitol, and He walked into Congress.  I saw what looked like a Spirit of Jezebel, but I also saw Nancy P. and others in the Congress.  He just walked in and interrupted the session.  Nancy P. was defiant and others standing around were scared.  Again, He just picked her up and shook her like a rag-doll, and very powerful men were around and they just shook and began to run away.  Then I saw that same wave that hit the U.S. Constitution began to flow all over our nation, and destroy major strongholds across our nation.  

Honestly, at this point, I got so excited, and felt like we were done.  Plus, my throat was hurting really badly, so I got up and took some stuff.  Totally forgot about Israel until I sat down to write this.  Then again, I heard with a laugh, “I wasn’t done yet.  You forgot something.”  Immediately, I saw us standing at the Dome of the Rock. Again, I saw the Lion first lick all around the base of the Dome, and then I saw where He licked, He began clawing at the ground, then all of a sudden with one paw, He lifted the entire structure of the Dome of the Rock up  and placed it in a nearby land.  He said, “I’m reestablishing My Kingdom here.”  I kept expecting to see some kind of new temple come down from heaven of something, but then I heard, “This is not an earthly establishment, nor anything like what you have seen before.”  Instead I saw like a golden shaft of light from heaven hit the freshly dug up ground, and I saw a huge golden cross in the middle of the shaft.  As it shone, people began running and flocking to it.  Then I saw the Wailing Wall, and I saw in golden graffiti across it, “Yeshua”.

 I also asked Him about the timing of Antichrist, like the mark of the beast etc..  Of course, He didn’t answer me directly, but I saw a large clock again.  And I heard, “The enemy has been trying to push the time forward.”  The clock hands were at ten til midnight.  Then I saw two large hands come and hold the clock hands in place.  I heard, “It’s not His time yet.  It’s mine.” 

Then, that was it.

Flag Fly High

Five years ago, this flag flew over Bald Rock, SC as symbol of unity and healing between ethnic groups.  The prayer act for which it was crafted was affectionately titled “The Prayer on the Mountain”.   

This morning, the flag leaned against the wall of a different place, but beckoned me all the same to hold it in-between my fingers once again.  As I twirled it back and forth, memories flooded back of the first time it flew.  

The flag is made up of various vibrant colors intermixing to create a kaleidoscope of beauty.  Each color represents a different color of humanity, all uniquely made by the Creator.  Different colors, different variants of dye soaked into the same pure white silk.  At each transition between the colors, a chaotic collision of mixture occurs.  

The master artisan of the flag told me that she used special rock salt to cause the colors to dye properly.  It also left the intriguing design that is so unique to the flag.   

Throughout history, salt is utilized as a preservative and purifier, which also adds flavor to whatever it seasons.  In the Bible, salt was often used to symbolize and seal enduring covenant relationships between families and people groups.  It was said a covenant of salt could not be broken. 

At the bottom of the flag is a grey area, where the colors are seemingly pushing the grey off the edge.  Again, the artisan told me the Lord told her to include this in the flag to signify how mankind’s sinful nature attempts to corrupt the beauty of the unity, but humility through reconciliation will win if we allow it too.

Today, our culture is ravaged by hateful voices shouting “racist”, demanding “justice”(seemingly only on the terms of the ones shouting), and committing crimes of violence in an attempt to be heard causing destructive chaos in the aftermath.  

As I gazed on the flag that I swung over the heads of the group gathered today, which was a mixture of humanity representing all colors, backgrounds; each person so beautifully created with a unique story woven together with every breath, I realized that may be the story of this flag needed to be shared.  Maybe this flag of unity in diversity needs to fly again.  

God, our creator, made one man and woman that we all came from: one race, one white pure piece of silk.   Our experiences, our cultures, our skin tones define the unique beauty that He has placed in us all.  As we melt together as one, our colors remain vibrantly unique, yet all in unity together glorifying our Creator.  It is the grey of our sinful nature, which is played upon by the accuser and deceiver that seeks to tear us apart.  

Yes, injustices have happened.  They have happened in every people group, in every culture.  And yes, America has continued injustices towards African Americans, as well as unborn babies, and mothers who try to protect their children from abusers, and many other injustices throughout our history.  There have been great evils hiding under the surface of our great country that want to suffocate the life out our of lungs, that want to divide and conqueror us through hate, rage, confusion, lies, etc..  Changes have to be made in our system for our culture to survive.  No doubt, God is uncovering these evils in a clarion call to action, before it is too late.  If we don’t speak up now, we may not get another opportunity.  

I don’t have the all answers, but I do know a great place to start.  

May those changes begin with repentance, forgiveness, and reconciliation, just as it did when that flag flew over our heads five years ago.  May the banner of all that it represents unfurl over our heads.  May the salt of the Word of God purify and preserve our relationships between each color, adding flavor.  May we lock arms in covenant friendships with one another once more, with a deep love for our fellow brothers and sisters.  May we walk in the unity of reconciliation, and may it begin with those who call themselves believers in Jesus.  

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Open Your Mouth and Speak

A dream I had last night…

The Blessing…

Hey you guys! I want to share with you a snippet of how much fun it is to live life according to what you hear from God. It’s always an adventure and I hope you are already along for the ride too! If you like what you hear, I hope you will enjoy the book and maybe share a story with us here or on our YouTube page, Wholehearted You. Checkout this video and here is the link to buy the audiobook too!

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Love Note

The other night in exuberant worship with fellow believers, the Father gave me this love note.  I hope it blesses you in the truth of His love for you:

My children,

I am the delight of nations, I am the Sun toward whom every face of every flower turns, I am your Father by my choice, I am the dew of the morning, I am the seasonal rain.

But you are my delight. The lightning bugs are for you; I watch as you capture each light in your jar. I cherish your laughter, I cherish your adventure, I delight in your delight. Draw near to my heart. I am all you need, I have all you need.

I am the splendor of the nations. (At this I saw His face toward me sparkling, covered with gold flecks.) I am the salve for your country, the joyous report. In me you have no concerns. In me is your healing. I am all you need, I am all you need, and you are my delight.

Love, Papa

The Lesson of the Lumberjack

When I was three, my parents took me to Six Flags over Texas.  I got lost among other things, but the thing that defined the trip was the log ride.

It was the first water log ride ever made, and my dad insisted we go on it.  All my adult life when I have envisioned that ride in my mind’s eye there is a huge lumberjack with legs spread apart at the top of the flume where the log goes through and then plummets. He is dressed in a red and black checkered flannel shirt with big brown leather boots.  He holds a large axe in his hand as he threaten to chop the wood.  This has always been the image in my mind, so much so I described it to friends that way.

We recently went to Dollywood and I knew I was to get on the log ride with my husband.  The ride is called Daredevil Falls, because they drop you down a sixty feet free fall and you hit 50 miles an hour on the way down.  As a teen, I had already conquered the fear,  but here it was again, and I knew what I had to do.

As we approached the ride, I literally thought I might pass out before we got there.  “Well, if I die, there are worst ways of going,” I thought.  Here I am: a brave, couregous intercessor warrior princess.  Yep.  That is me.

So, I put one foot in front of the other and thankfully there was very little line.  Something about a virus going around prevented people from coming, and hardly anyone was in the park.

A strange thing happened when I sat down into “the log.”  The fear began to subside.  I did keep breathing deeply though just in case.  We began the ascent straight up to the top and at first I could feel my head begin to swim.  I shut my eyes, but then thought, “No Lord if you told me to do this I’m doing it all the way.”  So I forced them open.

As we rounded the bend at the top to the edge of our plummet, a thrill of excitement went through me.  This sudden shock of anticipation surprised me.  It actually felt good. I made the decision to throw my hands in the air in the face of fear and yell like a baby all the way down.

Over the edge we went, and all the way down, my hands were thrown up in a victory wave and with all my might, I screamed as loud as I could.  My husband said at some point on the way down that He was smiling.  I think I may have embarrassed my kids who were watching below.

When we got off, I jumped like a jack rabbit clapping my hands. “I did it! I did it!” I exclaimed.

After the fact, I decided to go look up the infamous first log ride I had ridden at Six Flags to see if it is still there.  It is, but what’s more I found pictures of it from when I would have ridden it.

There was no lumberjack at all, no axe hanging above my head.  All there was was a small control shack out of wood at the crest the ride.

Then I remembered what had really happened.  My father had lied to me.  He had told me the story of the lumberjack that lived in the shack and that he would chop the wood as we floated by.  That we might get chopped up.  He told that to me, his three year old, who believed him, and created the whole senerio in my mind.

And that my friend is the power of lie.

Now, more than ever we need the truth of who God is, and who He has called us to be.  The enemy of our souls, the Father of lies, is working overtime to fill us with lies, fears, and images of destruction.  Only the truth will set us free.

May we lean back into the everlasting love of our Heavenly Father, and enjoy the ride, because He’s got us, and He is far greater than our enemy.

Perfect love casts out all fear.  1 John 4:18

In rest and confident trust is our strength. Isaiah 30:15