Love. What is that elusive concept? I feel sometimes I’ve been chasing after whatever that word is all my life. Often I have felt a large deficit, especially in the area of loving myself or feeling loved. A few days ago, upon waking, I found myself longing for love. The Holy Spirit gently pointed to the wall around my heart, and said, “We still need to take that down, love. You thought you had to protect your self from me, others, even yourself, but I want to take the rest of that… Read More

My spiritual father has reminded me many times, “Forgive everybody, for everything, all the time.” Yet, as I walk through life observing my brothers and sisters in Christ, I see this plague of the soul, called unforgiveness. Some cling to it like a familiar blanket from childhood days gone by. Others simply don’t give it importance, and play with unforgiveness, like a snake charmer playing the lute to the cobra weaving it’s head out of the basket. But what they don’t realize is in the end it’s bite holds the poison of… Read More

Father, I just had a fun experience with my sisters and some of your angels. I was thinking, how you must feel about four of your daughters, standing at a mirror; some putting on eye make-up, some drying others straightening their hair.   All somewhat groggy…but all singing along with the phone-generated music in soft, sweet, morning voices, “Holy, Holy, Holy, is the Lord God Almighty, who was, and is, and is to come! With all creation I sing, praise to the King of Kings…” It was a beautiful few moments for me…. Read More

I hear the soft creak of leather. I feel the crisp fall breeze on my face and neck. Bright sunny patches filled with long autumn shadows cover the golden hills and oak trees surrounding the gathering. Now and then the soft snort of a horse emits a little puff of steam in the dew of early morning, as everyone called, quietly awaits his or her assignment. Their warm-blooded counterparts amuse the riders of the steel horses, but the hearts of all the riders are the same. They are the hearts of warriors…. Read More

Serilda stands atop a large dune with the ocean below her and the moon emphasizing shadows along the coast. Closing her eyes The Leader shows her a picture of the coming storms. A sudden shift in the wind across her face confirms things are indeed changing rapidly. The Leader, though unseen had nudged her awake in the night and they had communicated in that easy way where no words were needed she just knew what He wanted her to do. So she had come to this place. Traveling through realms to reach… Read More