Heeded Words

When we are weak He is Strong Friday, February 14, 2003 6am I woke up feeling like the little one, wanting her daddy. She felt so little, so alone in the corner. She was crying to be held. My adult mind couldn’t figure out how to meet this need. It was such a strong physical need and it didn’t make sense how God could meet that need. But finally I cried out to the heavenly Father because I knew He knew. I felt Him prompting me to let her go sit in the corner and He would come to her. So I did and while in the corner this is what I saw (I think it was a vision but I have never had one like this before) It was liked Jesus picked up the little girl and stepped into the vision: I looked and I saw tall office buildings in the background being blown up. I asked Jesus what it was and He said “ this happened once before . ” I asked what happened before? He said, “ What you have gone through .” I thought He was taking me back to show me, so I was looking to understand. Right in front

God's Presence and the Fiery Tongue After much time in prayer, I experienced what I felt was a drunkenness in the Spirit. It was like a heaviness that made it hard to hold my head up and a loss of inhibitions, although my mind was quite clear. I picked up a long pole that my son had left in the living room. I held onto it so that I would not fall as I walked around the room. After much pleading for assurance that God would give me the courage or whatever I needed to do His will, I heard my spirit, who was standing next to me on my left, say to Him “Yes, Lord” three times. Although I did not hear what God said, I knew that He had assured us. I knew then that I could relax in Him. I fell to the floor. As I lay on the floor I felt that my  tongue had been cut out. As I lay dazed and drunk, I saw a fiery tongue flash across the dark room. In a silly drunken daze I commented to God that He missed me. But then I saw my spirit, who was sitting to the left of me, reach over and grab

Encountering the Presence of God I was twenty-two and although I was very active in church, the pain that I had suffered with for years, tugged heavily at my heart. I was attending a crusade and as the music played I sought desperately for just a moment of relief from years of suffering. It was early in the evening and the crusade had barely started. Finally the anger at God was too much and with a frustrated attitude I bolted off the bleachers and headed for my car. As I hurried for my car, a young woman scurried to catch up with me as I saw her trying to put her shoes on. As she approached me she said, “I knew God wanted me to talk with you, but I wasn’t expecting you to leave so fast and I didn't even have my shoes on.” As she walked beside me, she began to ask how I was doing and if there was anything she could do. I had never seen this person and I couldn’t understand why she was taking the time to come after me. After talking for a few minutes, she asked if I wanted to come

Guess you have to start somewhere. I am sure God starts with something small and doesn't expect us to put too much on the line for a big loss eh? So I arrive at the doctors building at 9:15 for an appointment at 9:45 a.m. The building is busy with at least 30 cars moving through the large parking lot hoping to catch an opening to park. I had never thought about talking to God about a parking space before, at least seriously, but I was under pressure to get to an appointment and so I asked God about it. 1) My first thought was to ask God - "Do You even care about a parking space?" and of course I felt He assured me that He cared about all things about me. 2) Secondly, I thought about, "Do You really answer prayers about things like this?" and He reminded me 'Ask and you shall receive.'  So I figured I probably should ask. So I prayed and asked God for a parking space. 3) Then I began to wonder if I truly believed He would give me a parking space.

Words from the song:   Remind Me Dear Lord by Dottie Rambo    The things that I love and hold dear to my heart are just borrowed,       they're not mine at all.   Jesus only let me use them to brighten my life,       So remind me, remind me dear Lord.      Roll back the curtain of memory now and then,      Show me where You brought me from, and where I could have been;      Remember I'm human, and humans forget;      So remind me, remind me, dear Lord.    Nothing good have I done to deserve God's own Son;       I'm not worthy of the scars in His hands, Yet He chose the road to        Calvary to die in my stead; Why he loved me, I can't understand.        Roll back the curtain of memory now and then,      Show me where You brought me from, and where I could have been;      Remember I'm human, and humans forget;      So remind me, remind me, dear Lord. About 20 years ago as I was going through recovery from a past wound, I would sit at the piano a

A voice was heard in Ramah, Weeping and great mourning, Rachel weeping for her children; And she refused to be comforted, Because they were no more. Matthew 2:18 Where is the Rachel’s who are weeping for our children? We do not weep for we are the ones who have given the order to kill our children. There is no weeping for we are the guilty ones. The children were not taken from us, we ordered them removed. Where are the father’s weeping for our children? We are not weeping for we are the ones who stood by and let our children be killed. The protecting father took no action. We are the guilty ones. Where is the church weeping for her children? We are not weeping, for we have watched and silently stood by while millions upon millions of babies have been taken from this generation. As the Rachel’s have taken the lie of freedom, the lie that abortion will free them from shame, free them from responsibility, free them to live for themselves; the fathers have taken the lie that it was Rachel