This Love

Growing up I always watched the old school Disney princess movies. My two favorites were Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty. Last night, my daughter chose the second one to watch. I found myself reciting most of it…

As an adult, I’ve seen so many times that Disney princess movies set unrealistic expectations for marriage and relationship in general…and there’s also the whole talking animal thing too. People say it puts a lot of pressure on each other as a couple and that the most successful relationships have no expectations whatsoever. Which has me thinking…

Definition of expectation:

1the act or state of expectingANTICIPATION in expectation of what would happen
2asomething expected not up to expectations; expectations for an economic recovery
bbasis for expecting ASSURANCE they have every expectation of success
cprospects of inheritance usually used in plural
3the state of being expected
Synonyms of Expectation:
looking forward

Hebrews 11:1 ESV
Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen.


How often in scripture are we told to be expectant, to be reliant, to have assurance and trust, hope and CONFIDENCE in the Lord?  A lot. I could do the verse footwork, I’ll leave that to you but I’m guessing you know…

So it’s almost like there’s this expectation in the Bible…an expectation that WE are allowed to have over Poppa God.  An expectation that He will fulfill what He has spoken to us, an expectation that what He says is ours, is definitely ours. So, if we only do what we see our Father do, isn’t it fair and safe to say that we should have the same blessed assurance, the same expectation inside our relationships and our marriages that we would have a baseline expectation that our needs will be met?


Ephesians 5:25

“For husbands, this means love your wives, just as Christ loved the church. He gave up his life for her.”

It’s a sacrificial love.

Ephesians 5:33

However, each one of you also must love his wife as he loves himself, and the wife must respect her husband.

Proverbs 31:10-12
A wife of noble character who can find?
She is worth far more than rubies.
Her husband has full confidence in her
and lacks nothing of value.
She brings him good, not harm,
all the days of her life.

There’s an expectation that we are going to treat each other with honor and love, and treat the other as more important than self.

It is here that I find myself extremely privileged. If you read one of my last posts, you will know that the Lord made good on a promise to me, a promise of a Godly husband. But here’s the expectation…In order to get one, I had to also be a Godly wife. The Lord told me once that He only puts “like” things together. I’m seeing this first hand and this love…

Is astounding

In my past marriage I lowered my expectations time and time again, but somehow what was expected of me were raised and I found myself in an imbalance. Doing life sacrificially which became a one sided expectation. The same kindness and dignity, and favor were not extended to me, and as we went along, more things were taken away. When those things are removed, you end up in a slave/master scenario…and even in this, there is an expectation to deliver.

There’s also a careful balance between desire and lust. Desire puts the needs of another before your own…selflessly so. Lust (even in a marriage) says “what can you do for me?” The expectation that the Lord set before us in the sanctity of marriage is the unity of man and woman to stand and be the mirror image of God himself. To be Christs love poured out on our children, our neighbors, our community.

With all that said, I’m just so incredibly grateful for what the Lord has done. The man He had for me is a dang unicorn…men like this just don’t exist…and yet here he is. To have him desire to fully know me, to the core of who I am is just so amazing to me. To see him desire to do for me, the way I gave and never received before is almost shocking. We have the same likes and dislikes in so many ways and when we do have a like/dislike they complement each other. He’s patient with me, he’s kind, not boastful, there’s no envy in him whatsoever and he is the epitome of the Love chapter.

1 Corinthians 13:4-7
4 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5 It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

His voice is like chocolate mousse, smooth and enveloping. His smile brightens my heart. He’s real, he exists…and he’s mine. The Lord said He would perform a ceremony between us and neither of us knew what that would even look like so when he called me at midnight on New Years day, we had no grid for what happened. I don’t remember our conversation, it was so overpowering but I took notes. My notes don’t compare to the burning of the Spirit and the desire that had been put on me for this beautiful man of God. As I went to sleep, still vibrating from the encounter I realized I was connected to him. As I slept I could feel him in my spirit and I knew that we had been soul tied…but I have never experienced a soul tie like this…ever. We were already finishing each others sentences, and wholly on the same page, but now I could sense his heart, his thoughts and we began speaking the heart of Father over each other.

And we realized that the ceremony that Father said He would perform…had been completed.

Therefore what God has joined together, let no one separate.

What God has joined together. It’s his doing. Something that He does between two hearts that share space in their destiny scrolls together. So often we put Fathers seal of approval on a spouse of our choosing and we get upset when it doesn’t work out…trust me…been there.

But this time it was His heart that connected us, joined us, married us. I’m looking forward to spending my life with the gift God gave me.


Love you babe


A Christmas Suddenly

She waited ever so patiently for her promised husband…ok that might be a lie. She wasn’t patient. She had been downright angry. She was told 3 years…and was already over the line working on the 5th year. What had happened? Had she done something wrong? Did she drop it in her broken heartedness and truly fail to pick it back up? Over 3 years worth of dreams she had of a particular person and so she waited…but not well. She made some serious mistakes along the way, but Poppa knew she would make them and had already accounted for her blunders. Those blunders were the catalyst to new gifts and hearing Him more clearly.

By the end of the third year, the dreams stopped. She was asking…but she was getting crickets. A song would play called Moving On and she would wonder if this was a sign of what she needed to do. She had two dreams of him after the 3 years had ended…both were of him angry…with her. She was confused, delayed and frustrated. She hung on loosely for the last 2 years still nursing the stings of rejection, reminding herself that no response is still a response.

Carefully parsing through her dreams, she was constantly on the lookout for the counterfeit, waiting for this fake man of God to rear his head so she could shut him down and get past what she was sure would be a temptation of monumental proportions. He just needed some time to mature a little more she would often tell herself to soften her frustration, reminding herself that love is patient, and kind…even when you’re pissed.  She had noticed that littered through her dreams were dreams that didn’t fit most of the patterns and information she had seen in other dreams, and in those precious few (which was more than what she realized) was the hope of her future husband she didn’t know she needed.

You see, what she hadn’t realized was in her patiently impatient waiting, she had been rejected. She hadn’t realized that the dreams ended abruptly at the end of the 3 years and she was holding onto shreds of hope for this man to come around…who had already decided she wasn’t worth his time.

He had no idea what he lost. She knew inside she was special and he let himself be fooled by commonplace appearances- the same offense made by the Beast when he was offered an enchanted rose. She had been hidden her whole life that only people who chose to interact with her could see what she was really worth, and he had completely missed out.

She sat in her safe place, writing and praising and talking with friends, constant joy her companion until he pulled up to do some business and saw it was her, looking down on her like a peasant begging for coins…and promptly driving away.

A few unladylike words crossed her lips at the audacity. His immaturity was astounding, and she had decided she no longer could wait on a man as disrespectful as he.

Another king had crossed her path but fear of the counterfeit gave her pause. Fear of making a mistake again gripped her as she internally danced around developing emotions, trying not to reveal too much. She was worried she would somehow mess up what Poppa had for her, forgetting that He held her so securely.

The king reached out to her again, conversations were becoming more frequent and she hadn’t been sure what to do. How would she know if he was the counterfeit? Deciding to keep it friendly she continued talking to him, his attentions for her growing quickly and more frequent. She struggled with what to do, for his heart was growing on her rapidly.

Over chat, she attempted to slow communication, she couldn’t afford anymore distractions with her work, but irretrievable words were spoken that sent a spark of lightening through her body…words aimed at his excitement over her Fathers heart. In that moment, the engine was fully lit. If there had been a question in her mind before that moment, it was now gone, burned up in the fires of her heart. How could she confront what just happened? Fear was tugging at her, how would she face the hurt tied to love, hurt she thought she was healed from??

In a moment of need, a need to offload her coal and slow down the blaze, words came out. Unintelligible words with mixed emotion that were unable to get to the point but only beat around the bush; words that would drive any man just seeking a warm body away…and he grew painfully quiet.

She couldn’t sleep. Too many thoughts ran through her mind, but mostly ponderings of how to undo what she felt he had done.

What had she done.

Her friends encouraged her, but nothing was helping, she ruined it before it even had a chance to start! Gazing at his picture wasn’t helping either. So she prayed for this king and went to sleep. She slept lightly through the wee morning hours only to wake in the morning and see that there was no response. She killed it. Time to dust off, he obviously wasn’t ready for m…wait…he’s typing! Ok, ok, be still my beating heart!

As the conversation continued, he reassured her that he hadn’t run off. Kings never run, they pursue. They went back and forth enjoying each other’s company when he typed out words that were all too familiar, words that were spoken once upon a dream. As she pulled up her dream and shared bits of it with him he asked her who the man was, and who the princess was, of which she had no idea, the dream was so whimsical she never gave it personal application. The conversation paused. “Can I call you” were his next words as her heart began hammering in her chest. She knew what was coming…did she dare say yes?

Oh, she dared all right.

He poured out his heart about as articulately she did the night before. All day they were on and off the phone laughing, sharing, baring. Nothing was off limits, and yet the king manned his respectful boundaries of her heart.

The day moved on each moment progressing swiftly to its close. How can a king have zero red flags? And the things that could have been so very red were so thoroughly washed white by the blood of Jesus that they were beautiful ornaments on the ramparts of his heart.

And she asked herself, “How did I get here?”

She was trying so hard not to completely snowball, she still wanted confirmation.

There was the 18, the 19, the 38 and the 69, there was the line from once upon a dream, things spoken to him that I was not privy to, but the icing on cake was the one I was after. Lord, let my best friend (who didn’t all know all the things that had happened all the days before) confirm your heart in the matter, please do it quickly before I start to shatter. It took 2 whole days to be brought about but the words that she saw and the words that she felt were all of the words of confirmation I sought:

Girl I just got the sense that your prince is handing you your missing glass slipper.

…We talked about that yesterday.

Shut up!

When I was a kid, I prayed for glass slippers. I also asked Poppa to confirm it through you, because I’ve always known your heart to be true.

And so, there is no longer a doubt in my mind, that the king I was promised…

Is in hot pursuit of my heart with Fathers blessing.


Christmas Tree Trophy

“Cause baby everything you are, is everything I need, you’re everything to me. Baby, every single part is who you’re meant to be cause you were meant for me and you’re everything I need…”

She belted out the words in her own private studio as she drove down the two-lane highway. He was singing to her. He always sang to her, reminding her that despite the years of rejection, she was not rejected. She was fully known and Loved by Poppa God. She knew it, she believed it too because the perceived value others placed on her was no longer her concern.

The rain on the freeway splattered her windshield as the wipers made the familiar squish-squish noise as they moved back and forth. She was going there again. To the place where she saw and met her first angel, the place where she could go safely and spill her heart in prayer and praise.

Music and song spilling out of her soul as she paced the sidewalk, eyes closed with only the wall to keep her from falling over as she paced. Poppa always knew which song to play next, and she lent her voice in praise to the God of the universe. She greeted Stewart, her angel friend and prayed in agreement with the Word of the Lord over that church body, they even sang together with a few others who joined in.

The sight inside the church was filled with Christmas Trees. At least a dozen, maybe two, smartly staged in the foyer and sanctuary, lights still lit. The dazzle of lights was always so inspiring to her, she saw the lights of one reflecting through the glass cubes on the outer wall and the briefest of thoughts crossed her mind.

Earlier that day she read something on Facebook about a Christmas Tree in heaven and in that moment with the soft white lights sparkling through the glass cubes, the question flashed through her mind in a milliseconds time, the answer coming just as quickly on its heels.

“Are there really Christmas Trees in heaven?” Her brain asked.

The answer came as a shock and a joy, “Of course there are; spoils of war.”

Spoils of war?? She knew the history. A pagan ritual to a god of fertility celebrated during the most dormant time of year; the winter solstice. A celebration of life with an “evergreen” tree in hopes of a good crop come spring, and babies too. When the emperor Constantine changed the official religion of the country (Rome) from pagan/idol worship to Christianity, the tree came with it.

She knew that this was where most religious Christians either made excuses for the tree or fully rejected it. And this was the point where the Holy Spirit rocked her world. There was always that worry that she was doing the wrong thing…but Holy Spirit showed her that when the power of the cross defeated paganism in that country, it was the beginning of the end of a spiritual war.

And to the victor goes the spoils.

“You mean the Christmas Tree is a giant TROPHY??” She asked aloud as a white car pulled up seeking Pokémon. She hid behind a square pillar and struggled to contain her excitement at the revelation. Minutes felt like forever until finally the car left and she could freely feel as light as air. Her heart seemed to dance across the sidewalk.

She began to feel bold and asked a new question. If we made another religions celebrated icon our trophy…how could we do that to another holiday.

“Holy Spirit, how can we do this same thing with Halloween??” She asked.

“Death has been defeated” was the reply.


Terrific Testimony

For 3 long years I have been fervently praying for my promises and preparing for it and recently came to a time about 6 months ago where I felt like I had dropped the ball in regards to my kids.

No, dropping the ball is putting it too nicely. The ache inside said, “Congratulations. You failed your children. No one is going to want you now. Any man would scream and run, but your promised husband, it’s going to wreck him. It’s going to break him, which will break you too. Just let it go…save yourself the embarrassment…”

That devil knows how to play my fears like a fiddle. Sometimes it’s easier to make excuses than it is to wait. Sometimes the cop-out is “Hey, it’s okay if I was wrong, let’s move on,” but that’s not the voice of faith. So my prophesied help arrived. My dad. I cannot tell you how glad I am that he is here! I love him sooooo much and we get along really really well! In the last 4.5 months so many miracles have happened I wouldn’t know where to start! But there’s one in particular I do want to share.

A week ago today in the early morning hours I wake up a sleeping boy and he whispers, “Mom, go get Sophia up first.” And so I do. I come back and wake him up and unfortunately I interrupted his trip to heaven where Jesus was taking him to go say hi to my aunt…


“Oh yeah, and I dreamed that Jesus had taken me down to the river to baptize me and the devil came down and wanted to fight so Jesus fought him and then baptized me. Mom, can I get baptized?”

“Ummm…yeah bud. You absolutely can.”

I’m still trying to process it all, honestly. I thought I failed. So many years of finger pointing directed at me for issues with disrespect, talking back, lack of responsibility, refuses to do chores and I’ve tried for so long and then my dad comes and all the things I couldn’t make happen, happen. Yeah I’ll admit I needed some training, some adult reassurance and direction…but suddenly the kids I swore I had failed have become new. You see, because my son made the choice, my daughter followed suit. Both were baptized that night in the bathtub.

And I’m believing for miracles in their lives and in their hearts because I didn’t fail them…because it was never my job.

He who is faithful will complete the work He started in me…and my kids. Grateful to know I’m somewhat off the hook (I still have to disciple them and parent them) and that God is working in their hearts and minds.

Thank You Jesus, for chasing my children ♥️


Flight of New Beginnings

I just ended almost 2 years of employment working for NASA. I really thought this was the coolest job with the coolest people (and boy did I feel like I had “made it” considering my grandfather was a space engineer) but when God says He’s got something greater with a greater purpose, you know things will come to an end. Today was that day.

I believe my career has been an idol. I have always worked for big name companies or the government and though I know my trade school education and my own knowledge didn’t get me to the heights I was at and I always gave God credit for getting me there, I’ve always had this pressure and fear resting on me.

When I was married I was the breadwinner. Once I became a single mom 100% of everything rested on me and fear gripped me. Fear that I wouldn’t be able to make it, fear that I had to make things happen so my children didn’t have to suffer. I lost my job once before about 2 years ago and I spent 6 months at home with my kids before landing this job. I literally had run out of money from unemployment when suddenly my neighbor gave me money because the Lord asked him to.

He promises to take care of us.

1 Timothy 5:8 Anyone who does not provide for their relatives, and especially for their own household, has denied the faith and is worse than an unbeliever.

We have been adopted into sonship. We ARE His family. He can’t be an unbeliever because our belief is found in Him. We are fully cared for and we will hear Him telling us which way to go so our hinds feet land in high places. Our steps are firmly planted when we walk with Him.

With that said, my dad and I are starting up something awesome. Something that will be a part of the Kingdom Restoration. Restoring the lost to the people and helping to build them up again. I was freaking out over my choice to do this and was asking Him to tell me what to do and He said (through a song) that I had a choice to go the way I had always gone or choose a new path that either way He would have plans for me. The catch was one of these would cause me to have more trust and increase my faith in His ability to provide, the other would be business as usual. Immediately a song hit my heart and I cried as its words flew out of my mouth, the words of Belle; I want adventure in the great wide somewhere, I want it more than I could tell. And with that I had the answer my heart was yearning for; freedom.

And so through my own freedom, others will be empowered by their restoration to seek His freedom for their lives.


Letting things go…

I was playing a game. It was a fun game, too. I made friends, I was advancing, became a co-leader but I realized that the attention I was receiving from people, male and female alike, was stirring in me a need that has laid dormant for nearly 4 years. I’ve been largely content waiting on the Lord to fulfill promises He’s made to me but suddenly these needs for companionship were beginning to arise. To have someone to talk to, converse with and where my friends have filled that need for a long time, it’s not the same type of intimacy of conversation you would have with a significant other…or even a potential significant other. I found myself enjoying conversation (G rated conversations) with men and women and it no longer became about playing the game, but about the validation I was getting from other human beings.

1 Corinthian 10:23

You say, “I am allowed to do anything” —but not everything is good for you. You say, “I am allowed to do anything”—but not everything is beneficial.

I have been alone, but not lonely…up until recently. As the need for companionship grows (and not just romantic companionship, I’m expecting my dad to move in very very soon and I’m really looking forward to this in a big way) and the feelings of being overwhelmed in every area of my life also grows, I recognize that being a single mom is not something I can sustain long term without letting it affect my health and my heart. When I don’t sleep well and need a rest, everything falls on me. When I’m sick and need to get better, everything still falls on me. When depression tries to take over, everything still falls on me. And some days…dishes don’t get done. Clean laundry sits in baskets for a week, and I still don’t know what’s for dinner. I know the Lord  has more for me than this.

So, the game. I was doing rather well. I was improving my scores, had joined a guild that was a new branch of a high ranking guild, had become co-leader, was making friends until I realized that it had simply become a band aid for what I was really feeling and needing. I was earning people’s praise by getting higher scores, by being important in something that didn’t truly matter. What fruit was this producing? By God’s grace, I could play this game…but what was the profits of doing so? Was it improving my life? Or did I merely think it was.

Two nights ago I had a dream. I knew the Lord was warning me that I had let this game lull me into inattentiveness and spiritual sleep. This life isn’t a game, there are so many people out there that were created from a piece of His spirit that He wants to know Him. This life is a mission. This is the battle grounds where we go out and help people remember who they are. This isn’t about scaring people with the thought of Hell, the more I research it and read about it, the more I begin to wonder if Hell was an implant by Emperor Augustine to control the narrative…and control the people. Jesus came to put an end to sin and death. If this is true (which it is) there is no separation from Him. Just the one we believe is present in our mind. And so we must go out and remind people who they are, who they were meant to be. Our mission isn’t to save people from a fiery eternal death (because what loving God would really do that? Would you do it to your kids??), our mission is to WAKE UP THE WHOLE EARTH so that the people can remember who they were meant to be. To heal DNA, to heal people and tribes and Nations and governments, and to realize that now, in this moment we were meant to rule and reign by His side. Not after we die…Jesus put an end to sin AND death. Jesus is the doorway, not death. Jesus is the hero, death is not.

Psalm 24:7-9

So wake up, you living gateways!
Lift up your heads, you ageless doors of destiny!
Welcome the King of Glory,
for he is about to come through you.
You ask, “Who is this Glory-King?”
The Lord, armed and ready for battle,
the Mighty One, invincible in every way!
So wake up, you living gateways, and rejoice!
Fling wide, you ageless doors of destiny!
Here he comes; the King of Glory is ready to come in.

We are the living gateways.

This morning’s dream was short and to the point.

I saw my phone with the splash screen of this game on my screen as it sat on the toilet seat lid in my bathroom. I heard the Lord say, “Today is your last day.” The toilet representing the fact that it is in fact a “waste” of my time…and my calling.

I knew that it needed to end…yesterday I knew. I also knew the day before and so I asked Him for the help, the grace to be done and so this morning I sent notes out. I apologized for letting people down that I had grown to like. I thanked another for his wisdom in helping me excel- it had it’s intended effect. And so upon the sending of those, I deleted the apps. Time to get back to the things that really matter because let’s face it, prayer is literally a matter of life or death in some cases. A matter of cancer and no cancer. I was just beginning to embark on this crazy journey of traversing time and space through His Spirit and I let my learning be interrupted by something that has no true benefit in my life.

The cost of following the ways of the world is too high. I won’t sacrifice my promises, my future, and my relationship with a Holy God.


Reap and sow

God’s judgement is always restorative. Whenever he judges a person or ministry, it is always so the error can be clearly seen and we can go back to the drawing board with Him and do what He has called us to.

Did you know anything you put your hand to that He has not called you to do is chaff in the wind…

So that church you are pastoring when you know you belong in the marketplace…burnt up like hay. That soup kitchen you are running when you should be fostering kids, charred like wood. We need to be seeking Him in regards to our scrolls and asking Jesus to break the seals so we can accomplish all He set out for us to do.

That might ruffle more than a few feathers…take it up with Him.

So I had another dream. It was about a mobile home park on a dead and parched piece of land. I know from years ago in a dream I had about myself and my now ex-husband that mobile homes represent foundation-less structures. The Bible says that Jesus is our foundation and without it we have people and ministries that can be shaken, swayed, bent and easily ruined.

On one of these mobile home spaces was no mobile but an old rusty Pinto with the back window busted out. It had this pieced together trailer that looked like bits of wood slapped together with some wheels thrown on. The woman I was with warned me as we left her mobile home that the parents had recently been diagnosed with a swift moving cancer and to not be startled at the appearance of the baby.

I was not startled. I was horrified. It’s skin was a sickly sallow-green. It’s teeth were cracked and filled with black, it’s fingernails and toenails looked the same and was surprised it was even alive. The baby was sitting in its car seat, the T-shirt it was wearing was a grey brown dirty colored shirt that was once white. She grabs him out of the car and brings it inside so he’s not sitting in a hot car. Suddenly the parents are there inside one of the bedrooms talking to another neighbor. The woman doesn’t look sick, she’s definitely pregnant though. She’s raving about their home (rusty Pinto) and says her favorite place to sit is by the busted out back window. The husband also looks healthy. The woman bends over and calls her baby “Frankie” over…a nickname for Frankenstein.

This couple represents people in ministry, people with a view that looks to the past instead of to the future. Their flesh has desired ministry and to be known by others and this is a cancer known as “self.” When we plant seeds and churches and ministries based on our own flesh and desires we create ministries only fit for the walking dead. The vehicle is old, rusted over and the trailer is slapped together without care, we have carried along theology that has been pieced together by man and man’s understanding, and we have taken little care in the delivery of the word of God and the believers in the church are protecting these Frankenstein ministries. The seeds we are sowing are dead works. The benefits we are reaping are even worse.

There is a new thing rising up. The way forward will not look like the past. At all. In fact it’s going to challenge your thinking, your theology and everything you thought you knew. There will be those who will freely receive the new information and seek the Lord over it, and those who will fully reject it.

The thing is, you are powerful to disagree. This isn’t a matter of salvation. It’s a matter of storing up treasure in heaven and leveling up in our maturity. Not all ministries will survive what the Lord is doing. Some will have much grace about it, some will not.



I had a dream last night.

Actually I’ve had a few lately and a few is modest. So I laid down, closed my eyes and began dancing in a ballroom with Jesus as we twirled around higher up into space. I was singing a mashup of two Kari Jobe songs where they, put together go like this, “And you sweep me away, sweep me away in your love, where nothing else matters; speak to me, I’m listening” and He said “I have already ironed out words for you.”

My heart jumped. Because I wasn’t yet asleep enough to be dreaming and yet I knew what it was He needed me to share. Both are hard.

I will spare you the dreams as not everyone understands them, but there are some that leave their mark like these. I will try to be quick as they are warnings and corrections and lately super wordy prophetic words have seemed to feel grating and repetitive.

The first warning being: Be careful who you follow.

In the dream a well known prophetic voice was huddled around a line of poor people standing in line for food. We were starving and discovered his wife had infiltrated our ranks, playing sob stories and sympathizing with others and more and more would chime in to express their similar stories of heartache, pain and our years of waiting. The “good doctor” stood by waiting, listening and taking notes. He wasn’t actually hearing from the Lord. He may have been in the past or even currently but there was a hunger to manufacture something based on the heart strings his wife pulled of his followers- the hungry believers waiting to be fed…until a Nickname slipped and suspicions grew among the people.

I then saw a Celtic rune map on a table and the center piece said MUN (sounds like myoon)

I looked up the meanings:

It was M, U, N.

M means: Self, Mankind, Culture, Friends

U: Strength, power, courage, ox (which an ox in Hebrew is God- the Aleph)

N: Need, Necessity, Hardship and Delays

The false prophets are basically Spying on us, gathering information and using God as the means of delivery and they are preying on our needs, hardships and delays of promises to speak a word and gain our trust.

My warning to you here is, if they are asking for money in any fashion (aka consider supporting this ministry or buy my books or even mention tithing… aka they have turned the church into a marketplace) RUN!

The next dream I had startled me. It wasn’t scary, just shocking.

I was in a place in the Spirit and I was small. Thumbelina sized- at least compared to what was next. I walked with an elder and a young man with curly red hair. They were giving me a grand tour and I saw that we were in a hospital. The walls were a pretty mint green and the medical equipment and technology looked about 1950’s in age. They said it was the most preserved thing that they had. They protected this old thing by upholding the state and date it was created in. We got off into a darker corner and there was a bed and this GIANT heap laying on it. I could see cords connected to it and wondered if whatever was under there was even still alive or if it was in a coma. the woman elder said she was one of my kind. A little girl (little in appearance but her sheer size was in no way little) then to my surprise pulled the blanket from over her head and startled me! In the next scene we were helping to brush her teeth as color began to return to her very grey complexion. The elder woman said with care the little girl could be well again.

Before I go on, the Lord needs people who are willing to partner with Him to bring life back to the church. It’s going through a sifting, some churches who are operating out of the flesh will disappear, others will restructure and leadership will change. The grieving of the Holy Spirit will be a thing of the past.

I do however want to explain the girl. She has a multifaceted message.

First of all, women are half of Gods makeup, His personality, in perfect circumstances a married couple was meant to display God in His fullness of character. Women were never meant to be sidelined. If you think this is false due to some things Paul said, you need to do some history research.

Second, we have silenced our child-like faith. It’s on life support. The Bible says that ANYTHING is possible with God. Why do we limit what He can do strictly to what we see in the Bible. The Bible is a conversation started with the Holy Spirit. There aren’t enough libraries in the world to house the books on the works of Jesus during His 3.5 years on earth and greater things He has for us to do. Don’t limit him. Renew your mind…revive your imagination because nothing is impossible. If you can think it or dream it, ask Him to help you make it happen!

Third, and maybe most important; we have preserved the church in a place that is old. We keep polishing the woodwork and touching up the paint on the walls, we are stuck in a past age of success and haven’t grown out of it. The church isn’t maturing, she’s on life support. If we want to change what we see we need to begin changing what we say. We must change the narrative and begin speaking life!


Poured out heart

My Love, my Lord, this new season just began and my sisters and brothers in the faith and I feel like we have our heads on a swivel. So many things you have warned me about and yet I hadn’t realized everything would begin to occur at once. So many things coming at us and yet this morning you gave me the perfect analogy:

Are you feeling like the walls are closing in? It’s like so many things are happening all at once…like when you rearrange your icons on your phone. On my iPhone they all shake. And we feel the shaking. It’s in this space that God has access to the X…the ability to purge you and your life of the unnecessary. To rearrange your priorities and it’s in that shaking where we feel the pressure of the movement in our heart. But He has His finger on the pulse of our lives and in this shaking and purging we will be rearranged and refreshed for His glory. Give in to the pressure of the Potters Hands and be moved by His heart over you.

We have to resolve to stay in a place of flexibility and let our fears and worries dissolve. Where He is taking us we must be willing to lay the things on our hearts down at His feet no matter what is taking place. There isn’t a thing that Elohim can’t overcome. He is not deaf to your cry, he is not blind to your plight. He knows every step you take before you take it, the end of the path from the beginning.

Take a moment to sit and thank him for having you so securely and then lay out all your concerns and things that worry you. Invite him into that space in your heart and mind and ask him to bring confidence to your heart- confidence that He who has promised is faithful and no measure of your worry will benefit you. Surrender your heart to this time of shifting and transition and allow the Lord God to move you.

You are a shining city on a hill. Don’t turn out the lights!


Of crumbs and cotton tails

There is a war being waged by nimble fingertips on keyboards across the country…

…across the world.

As Hope alights on the invisible fires lit and burning in our nations capital, corruption fueling the fire as more and more Americans wake up to the events unfolding as the 17th letter of the alphabet anonymously lights our candles as we rub sleepy eyes and step out to brave the Information Age- the information we ignored.

With eyes to see and ears to hear, we lift our faces from the games we play and the memes we write and laugh at to realize lives are being risked for us, and yet we trail along in life’s sweet ignorance, blind to the truth that has been staring us in the face and we have dared to ignore.

We have dared to ignore.

We have dared to ignore the brokenness, the division, we have embraced ignorance in an age where information is so readily available but yet so controlled because they know information in our hands is a weapon of warfare. A halberd in the hands of a skilled warrior, a keyboard warrior for now it is our time! Our time to lay our lives and reputations on the line for what is good and right and true! Our time to risk it all when so many have gone before us to protect our right to freedom and liberty and the pursuit of happiness, that in this land we are FREE because of the brave but for many years we have been bound in chains.

Every year, every day and every moment we are being stolen from, over and over again. Our senses being desensitized senselessly until the sheep sheepishly surrender to the mountain cliff. One. After. Another. They jump. Unwilling to continue in a world that has grown cold. Unsure of who they are, unsure of their value, unsure if they matter because our desensitized natures has caused us to wander aimlessly, selfishly, pointlessly. Given high goals, a consumerism nature where everything points to me and what I need and want, where instant gratification lessens the desire for human interaction and a phone or a tablet or tv or video game has replaced our relationships so we are so zoned out we would be better use asleep. At least then we could be woken up.

Hypnotized and paralyzed by the next best thing, those high up are corrupting things. They steal from us weekly with unconstitutional taxes, they are robbing us blind as they slip right past us our social security, retirement, and they are calling it taxes, wake up America! We are calling you back now.

Stand up and fight the best way that you can, arm yourself with information and knowledge before it too is taken from us. Study your history with all that you’ve got because our future will be better understood in the books with the dust. When this is all over, History will have to be re-written, to include the corruption and tell the truth from within.

For a man God ordained to drain out our swamp, the Bible it says (believe it or not) that when the Lord restores His people to their rightful place, the rest of the world will see judgement instead. They see things taken from them at the left and the right and completely misunderstand the reason we fight. There are powers at work that we don’t understand that feeds off of sex and dead babies in the can. Blood and sex sacrifices to the gods and spirits of this world, they don’t realize that death has been unfurled.

My dear American, my comrade, my neighbor; please don’t judge me, just do me a favor. Follow the white rabbit wherever it may lead, and is where you may be freed. So follow this rabbit down into the hole and you will find all that Wonderland has to behold. There’s stories of heroes, of liars and pawns, there’s stories of evil Satan spawn. Don’t cover your ears, please don’t cover your eyes so what’s coming next doesn’t come as a surprise.

Let the cards fall where they may, Alice.

Yes, let them fall.

Where we go one, we go all.