Sharing The Journey

The other day, I was encouraged by this post by Randy Bohlender an Intercessory Missionary at IHOP.

"Living a prophetic life messes with my conciliatory nature...because the intention of a prophetic word in regards to the kingdom of darkness is to invade, take over and set up government.

It's truth encountering a lie, really....and all the chaos that ensues when that happens. It's been likened to shining a light into a dark room, but it's never that simple.
There are people in that dark room, and some of them close to the prophetic word cast shadows behind them - pockets of darkness, even if only in shades of grey...yet light doesn't compromise. It shines.

Almost nothing about being a prayer missionary is easy. It's rewarding. It's pleasurable, even, but not easy. It's misunderstood and financially challenging. I sometimes feel at odds with everything from the economy to the law of gravity. Once in a while I tell myself that I'll figure this out eventually and it will get easier. I probably tell myself other lies too."

Once again the 'Light'went on and I am so grateful for those who share their journey . You can read the rest by following the link.

The fact is that wherever we find ourselves, whether in the House of Prayer or in the wilderness of the world, we need to encourage each other in the journey. John Paul Jackson is also talking about the struggle between light and darkness on his blog here.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY
YVONNE !

HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY !

LOVE YOU!

Indescribable

And the Scoop is ..... I have started a permanent part time job one day a week in a Doctors office. This will give me a foot in the door and the experience needed to eventually obtain something full time.
In the meantime I will also continue the Caregiving for as long as it lasts. For some reason I don't think it will be that much longer . M. has been hearing someone call his name in the night and it's not one of us.

Today is also my good friend Bevy's birthday. Happy Birthday Bevy !

It was also 16 years ago today that my mom went to heaven. I wonder what 16 years in heaven feels like mom ?

Anyway,tomorrow back to the grind......Lord have mercy!

Revelation Song

What a great way to get re focused. Thank you Jason.

Family History

While scanning old family pictures into my computer, I found a funny similarity. This is my mother's family.


This is the mother/daughter comparison at 14.



Years later another family sits for a publicity photo. My dad was a well known radio personality in our home town and had made a record of poetry. I still remember having to sit for this .

I was do difficult! I believed they planned it all just to make me miserable. How selfish we are when we are young. The expression on my face says it all. Like mother like daughter....now that is scary! Amazing how pictures do not always tell the truth about the ones wearing the smiles.

The fun part of family pictures is much later, when we look at our children and can trace the resemblances .

Now I have a few days off to get a some much needed rest .

Sanctuary

I am searching for a City of Refuge. I know there is a very definite spiritual battle raging. Most of the time I want to ignore it.

Lately though it has become clear once again that there are specific areas where the spiritual atmosphere easily influences my perception and sensitivity to the Spirit of the Lord.

As I sit here at my computer in my 'tent' I am feeling not too bad as long as the prayer room is playing . Somedays it is dark with oppression . I have prayed over and through this room in which I have to live, yet the house does not belong to me and therefore seems to be under another influence. I know who and why the influence is here, but cannot seem to shake it off and keep it out of my 'legal turf'. Or is it something within me ?

When I go to work the home in which I find myself, the atmosphere seems clear and quiet . I can see and hear from the Lord more clearly, even though sleep deprived. Even in my car it is so easy to connect my heart to the Lord.

When I visit Jason and Yvonne, it is amazingly apparent that there is a Spiritual deposit that lives with them . It is like a breath of fresh air to be able to connect with the Lord in their home . Maybe there is a portal being established there or over the city.

I don't quite understand why I can't establish anything here where I live. I am very unhappy here, and cannot seem to find release or a job situation that will allow me to have my own apartment and therefore establish my own Spiritual Safe Place.

Maybe it's like the song 'By the Rivers of Babylon where we sat down, how can we sing the Lord's song in a strange land ?'
Am I in a strange land directly from the Lord's hand to teach me something or have I missed God so badly that there seems to be no way out? I do not really know for sure.

One of the main enemies of my soul seems to be Unbelief. It feels like an actual 'presence' here in this house . Last night at work , I dreamed there were two 'brothers' fighting against each other over me.

In my dream I ran and hid in a closet screaming .(Way to fight girl!)
Can Faith and Unbelief be brothers from another age, or are they unseen warriors battling over me ? Or both ? Or am I loosing it ?

I don't really know the answers and am just talking it through to see if anything makes sense in the light of day. I hate the spirit of this age ! It seems to hang like a cloud over the land working overtime to obscure the Truth from eyes and minds of believers and unbelievers alike.

At the end of the day, I imagine I will make it through but the journey is taking it's toll . Perhaps that's the whole point. Yet I will set my face like flint and press into God.

Still....I can't help thinking .... Sanctuary !

Then there is the uplifting message from Max Lucado below reminding us of the Truth.

A Friend in High Places by Max Lucado God has put all things under the authority of Christ. (Eph. 1:22) Christ is running the show. Right now. A leaf just fell from a tree in the Alps. Christ caused it to do so. A newborn baby in India inhaled for the first time. Jesus measured the breath. The migration of the belugas through the oceans? Christ dictates their itinerary. He is the firstborn of all creation. For by Him all things were created, both in the heavens and on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or dominions or rulers or authorities—all things have been created through Him and for Him. (Col. 1:15–16) What a phenomenal list! Heavens and earth. Visible and invisible. Thrones, dominions, rulers, and authorities. No thing, place, or person omitted. The scale on the sea urchin. The hair on the elephant hide. The hurricane that wrecks the coast, the rain that nourishes the desert, the infant’s first heartbeat, the elderly person’s final breath—all can be traced back to the hand of Christ, the firstborn of creation. Firstborn in Paul’s vernacular has nothing to do with birth order. Firstborn refers to order of rank. As one translation states: “He ranks higher than everything that has been made” (v. 15) Everything? Find an exception. Peter’s mother-in-law has a fever; Jesus rebukes it. A tax needs to be paid; Jesus pays it by sending first a coin and then a fisherman’s hook into the mouth of a fish. When five thousand stomachs growl, Jesus renders a boy’s basket a bottomless buffet. Jesus exudes authority. He bats an eyelash, and nature jumps. No one argues when, at the end of his earthly life, the God-man declares, “All authority has been given to Me in heaven and on earth” (Matt. 28:18). The Christ of the galaxies is the Christ of your Mondays. The Starmaker manages your travel schedule. Relax. You have a friend in high places. Does the child of Arnold Schwarzenegger worry about tight pickle-jar lids? Does the son of Nike founder Phil Knight sweat a broken shoestring? If the daughter of Bill Gates can’t turn on her computer, does she panic? No. Nor should you.

I am so thankful for the timely words that hit my inbox just when I need it.

33 Years AgoToday

Then you were 3 and today you are way older! Happy Birthday Jonathan!

You are still soooo cute! hee hee !

The Hand Up

There are those times when we all need a Hand Up.

Birthday Dinner

Yesterday my sister JoAnne and family blessed me with a lovely Birthday dinner. These dinners have always been a tradition in her family for as long as I can remember.
There is a warm feeling of love and blessing as everyone gathers and celebrates the one with the birthday.It was lovely to be included as part of the family. Thanks Sis!
I loved the roast beef....yummy !



Sisters .....Me, JoAnne, and Darlene. Of course there was cake, and only a token of candles as we didn't want to set the house ablaze, and afer all I only have so much breath.


I just had to throw in this old photo of myself and Jo. I was 12. Jo has always been a 'cat person'. Our mother made our coats all the time back then. Darlene wasn't born yet .



My favorite nieces Holly and Sarah



Presents ! Lovely presents. Thanks again, JoAnne, Ron , Holly ,Sarah , Mike and Darlene. You bless my life and I love you all very much.

Safe In The Arms Of Love

Happy Birthday to me...... another year has passed. What a year it was, and I am glad it's over.
Usually I do a year end review of my life, just to see how the Lord has been leading and how I have progressed in my journey.

This year I do not feel so inclined. I have been too much aware of my loss, what with the passing of my Sam, the discouragement in trying to find a secure job, and the frustration of finding myself still living in a room in someone else's house.

It was not supposed to be this way.

When I made the decision to come here after my time at IHOP, I was filled with anticipation of the promises and vision from the Lord. It was supposed to be easy because if the Lord had been leading it would all come together the way I had imagined.

Ha ! I wonder if that is what Joseph may have thought after he had told his brothers of his dreams from the Lord. Notice that Joseph was not given dreams as a boy about being sold into slavery and ending up in irons in the dungeon. God did not tell him everything at the beginning of his journey.*Jill Austin reminded me of this*

I am not so brave as Joseph or any of the other biblical persons that I admire . Maybe I am kind of introverted, and like Ruth feel more comfortable gleaning in someone else's field, than having the courage to go and ask for covering and favor from Boaz

Whatever.....

Some of the things I did learn were very valuable. I discovered the John Eldredge book, Waking the Dead. He reminded me that this world is a war zone, whether we want to see it or not, it is still true.

We have an enemy who wants us destroyed, and a God who wants to teach us the truth about how He really feels about us, how to fight the lies and walk empowered in these days.

So by the end of this past year I had had enough thank you very much !
Enough pain and sorrow, enough fear, rejection and distress. You know the feeling of, 'Lord I can't take it any more....HELP ME PLEASE!

Still.... at the end of the day, I woke this morning to a whisper in my ear... Happy Birthday Beloved! BEFORE I formed you in the womb I KNEW you and I KNOW the plans I have for you, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, to give you a future and a hope.

The best thing that I have found yet again is that His Word is the truth, He is very much alive, and He cares deeply about me even when I think I am beyond loving.

So once again it is my choice. Today, as for me and my house I will serve the Lord!
After all, how hard can it be ?
Right Yvonne?

I just read Amrita'slatest post and found this great scripture.

Deut 1:31 says"The Lord your God carried you as a father carries his son all the way you went until you reached this place".

A fitting conclusion. I am very grateful Father, thank you.