I wish I could accurately describe the feelings which came as I scribbled on my little blue sticky-notes!
"Oh Lord! Forgive me!" "Forgive Me." "Forgive You? For what? You're God...
Several weeks passed and I was becoming more unstable with time and responsibility. To put it simply - I was scared.
This blog entry will be random yet ordered, wild yet sophisticated, perhaps clashing with sensibilities but true to my personal experiences.
I had stated that something important inside of me had shut down. I had to stop writing for a moment here because this is hard for me to fathom or accept. I'm having to search out what it could possibly be and wonder at the same time if I want it to be turned back on.
It's 8 hours after the initial revelation and I'm still trying to come to terms with what I heard. It made more sense to my spirit at the beginning than it did to my brain after I continued to research. The Lord had warned me about over-researching and over-thinking a couple of yrs ago but, … Continue reading Gethsemane’s True Answer
Because of my past, because touch had been used so pervasively to wound me, I intentionally shied away from it.
Some are watching and waiting for failure. Others are watching for God to fulfill His promises.
"Not only this cave but seven others; seven adjoining caverns. The last one has been added to you just today. Would you like to see it?” “I would. But I’d like to see the first cavern first.” “The first shall be last and the last shall be first.” So we make our way to the last added cavern. I ask if we can fly and as soon as the question leaves my lips we are in the air, a slip of a stream below us. I dip down to drag my feet in the water, which looks like glass, and I hear a sound not unlike wind chimes in a cool breeze. The tinkling fills my senses as we pass through the narrow way to the destination.
On 1/24/17 - in a dream I saw a woman preparing her infant daughter, several months old, for ritual sacrifice. This was something the woman's family, her people, had always done. This was taking place in modern times and "first world" settings. There was no grief, no mourning or sadness. The woman dressed the baby … Continue reading Stepping into the Path of the Train