Heeded Words

February 10, 2014 I had began searching harder, trusting more, learning what faith meant. Today was one of those days of willingness to find God. I knew He was there and I could always find Him. But I needed more. I just needed a closer time with Him. I was praising Him and dancing in joy (yes, sometimes I dance, or try to) when I realized and saw a movement that He was dancing with me. It was like a dove as I saw the movement of light that followed it. It was so real I knew that I could touch it. It was in the room. So excited and loved by His encounter I fell to my knees, sobbing in repentance for not honoring Him and recognizing the greatness of His position. How flippant I had been. How humbled I was to recognize a little more how much God He was. And then I felt a hunger like never before. It was coming from my heart. I looked to see if it was a physical hunger, but it wasn't. It was a deep crying thirst and I wanted, needed more. It was a deep thirsting pain of nee...

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...

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...

About 4 years ago I went to a conference to learn how to pray for healing. It was a wonderful teaching and I had some wonderful spritiual experiences. I learned that as we pray for others that God may give us a word or picture of an ailment that would reveal God is wanting to heal someone of that ailment. After the conference I stayed an extra night before flying home. During that evening I had a intense, impacting dream. I do not remember all it, but I dreamed that I saw a person with a dark covering over their back. The darkness covered their back and about halfway down their arms. As I looked closer I saw the person was covered in what looked like black scales. As I was watching I saw one of the scales move and realized they were dark creatures that was covering the person's back and arms. I woke up feeling the intense awareness of so many creatures that had this person covered. I felt for sure it must be demonic attacks upon this person. All I would have to do is pray fo...

I have wondered recently why we have children in our 20-30's, which is a time when we struggle most with our own identity and life issues. Why do our children have to get the brunt of our frustration and struggles? Why are they stuck in our influence at a time when our annoyances and idiosyncrasies are overly pronounced? Is it not at this time in our children's lives that they will take on those influences and struggles? And then do they not carry on the same to pass on to their children? What is the purpose of passing on down the struggles and influences that our parents have passed on to us? Why do we as adults have to wait until our 30-and 40's to come to terms with our life to settle down and define our ideology? (exceptions excluded of course) First of all, if our children did not struggle with our influence, what would they struggle with? Can a generation address self issues at such an early age that it would no longer be passed to the next generation? If thei...

You set your thermostat between 65-68 to reduce your heating bill You give up going barefoot to 2 layers of socks and fuzzy houseshoes You know that getting together means the whole family 30-50 is coming over! Every event involves southern, mouth watering foods - OK rates in the bottom 3% for health Stopping to help when you are in a car accident or broken down is NORMAL Dripping water faucets is a must during freezing days Tomorrow the weather will be warmer (or colder) - never the same The sun will always shine (even while snowing) Football is not just a game Having a truck makes you a man *Oklahoma rates #1 out of 50 states with the least women who have never married - ladies you have a chance!! Hey, I have a chance!!!

Words have not come easy for me lately. Sometimes I think I have opened myself up, searched within, torn away the struggles so much that what is left to say? Even with others, do we not have an ulterior motive when we seek to commune with them? Perhaps I have fought to break through for so long, that existing and abiding in peace is a new thing for me. NO I don't think it is being in " lala"  land, I do abide in the present. However if I know that I can no longer change those around me nor have walls to break through (per say) then what is left to motivate me forward or maybe its inward. It is this exact place that I find myself with God. A couple of prophetic words that were given me a few years ago bring me to this very position: Elise, I want you to know, He has called you to be a worshiper of Him. To seek His face, just to rest in Him and to abide in Him. Not to be afraid of what other people think. Be drawn away, drawn into His presence, in the quietness, in th...