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 qmap.pub 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.


No audience


Some days the noise of this world screams so loud that I long for the silence. The days where the only thing I hear is my cat purring. No TV, sometimes a little bit of music. To hear nothing but the beating of your heart in the purely silent moments of life.

Some day I will allow someone to join me in silence, where there’s no pressure to fill space and time with noise but just their presence is enough to fill ten thousand conversations. To know that in that moment, in the silence that my presence is enough, that his presence-your presence is enough. To know that you are sound in yourself, and that you are enough. That I am enough.

Lord, as I sit in the silence with you- I know that You are enough for me, and that You are enough for us. And that someday soon you will turn a me into a we, and the silence before you will resonate 2 heartbeats as one.



My dad came to stay with me. Two days after my surgery there he was; sent by my grandma who was thrilled I asked her to send him. You know when you have been on your own for so long that having family over for too long can feel like nails grating on a chalkboard? Well, it never got like that. It was a little bumpy the first couple days, but after that it was amazing.

I laugh in retrospect about how much he hustled to keep the house clean in those first days, asking me how I let it get like that. After about 4 days he realized I don’t and how quickly it looks like you didn’t do anything. He commented once after he got the kitchen clean and said “well that should last an hour or two.” I think we ate out that night and squeezed a few more hours out of it. I miss him. I’m glad I had that 1:1 time with him and wish I wasn’t trying to heal. We would have had a lot more fun.

The three weeks he was here felt too short in one aspect, but in regards to healing it’s felt like an eternity. I have largely survived the first week without any help except the kids and I think we are doing rather well! But am I really only 4 weeks post-op tomorrow? *sigh*

I don’t get to walk again until the 29th and I know that sounds whiny and I should be grateful, but my body is getting impatient. Muscles in my leg are twitching bad and at night I wake myself up trying to stretch my leg and stop myself, concerned I would hurt myself. Being up for too long still causes swelling but at least the super crazy itching has subsided. I gave myself a blister scratching too hard! Showering is hard, I finally figured out how to get in and out of my shower without hopping in on one foot or crawling. I kept having this thought of slipping and falling and calling 911 and wondering how I would get along with stitches up the crack of my tushy. So I put my knee on the toilet seat and pivot around so I can put my “Really Useful Leg” in the shower first and then slowly standing up.

I’m often amazed at how vulnerable we are when we are physically broken. How susceptible we are to accidents and rogue circumstances. Seems like no matter how careful I am things find me! Like just doing my thing and things are falling over on me, or are suddenly in my way…three times Jeremiah left his shirt and sweater in my path in the SAME PLACE all three times. Really dude??

But really, among all of this I feel quiet. People keep reaching out to me and I can’t seem to find anything to say. My normally encouraging self can’t seem to come up with much to say. Quiet. I don’t feel sad (🤔 do I feel sad? Hmm nah) but just quiet. I’ve been reading up on and watching/listening to a bunch of Q stuff, working, playing Skylanders and trying to keep the house semi decent and kids fed. I’m living in stretchy pants and loose T-shirts and it’s a miracle I haven’t gained a bunch of weight.

But still quiet. In the quiet recesses of my mind, I want to fade away. I don’t know why, and I feel bad for the many people I love as well as my dream ministry but, I feel like Cinderella in her room. At the point where she knows she can go to the ball but has just been overloaded with so much work that she knows there’s no way she will get to go because she doesn’t have a dress that’s sufficient. It’s that place where most of us sit there and think…I could try- but what’s the point. And so we sit there trying to make it all pan out in our head and it just doesn’t.

So I’m quiet. Thinking. Lost in thought. Listening for the Lord to speak to me. Pensive.

Forgive me for my silence.


*Warning* Sensitive stomachs steer clear

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*In this post there are pictures that might upset some, cause stomach upheaval, and may not be the most awesome thing for kids to see. And feet. Lot’s of pictures of my feet. Proceed at your own risk. I’m not responsible for lost lunches or dinners…or children’s nightmares*

With that said, this is probably one of the most raw (no pun intended) posts I’ve ever made. We all like to give off the appearance that we have it all together. I personally don’t really care. The Lord has asked me to live authentically…so that means sharing, and ripping apart pretenses, and who you *think* I am, and allow you to see who I really am.

I sat in the doctors office this morning trying to not cry…unsuccessfully of course.  This surgery has been…filled with gross things, like not being able to take a shower for days at a time, greasy hair and wearing clothing longer than I would like simply because I’ve nearly fallen almost every time I have to change my pants. Yeah…TMI, I know. But honestly in this time I’m really feeling the whole “safety first” and with how off balance I’ve felt since this all started, it’s such a short period of time I’ll have to endure it vs if I get hurt and have to go back in for surgery again because I re-injured something.

If you haven’t read my my last post, I’ll save you the read and re-share what happened last Saturday:

We were walking out of a restaurant and I was commenting how the wheels on my scooter get caught on everything. Seriously everything. And in that moment as I described how one wheel catches in the cracks and causes the handlebars to jam and I nearly fall; as if to demonstrate the sort of fall I was describing the wheel got stuck on the left, my left foot was toward the back of the scooter and out of place for a save the scooter then began to tilt to the right where I have no bodily support I then flew to the right over the knee pad, slammed my splinted heel on the concrete and to save myself from more injury to my expensive surgery I lifted my foot up and slammed to the ground on my back and my head followed suit. I just sort of laid there as people flocked out of the restaurant towards me, my dad (who is hard of hearing) walked a few more paces before realizing I was no longer speaking.

I was concerned, but not overly so. Until a few days ago when I decided to unwrap my ankle.

So here is what I was dealing with to start with:

Since I can remember I’ve not been able to wear proper shoes, I’ve never been able to wear workout shoes or tennis shoes that weren’t Converse, I couldn’t wear those cute heels with the ankle cuff or the buckle. Boots…I love boots but in the years between the pair I had in junior high and the present, the mass had grown to a point where finding boots was nearly impossible. I’m happy to report that in the last 2 years I was able to find a black and a brown pair that would fit my ginormous calf muscles as well as Quasimodo. Yeah…I may have named it. It’s been embarrassing to me and it does catch peoples attention…at least it did. This has caused me to be much less physically active than I want to be, it has limited me in many ways and I knew the Lord was telling me it was transformation time, in order to do so this thing from my past needed to die. He said to me, “What I have done on the inside must also manifest on the outside.” So here we are.

A week post-op…someone said it looked like a cadaver foot lol. So this was 2 days before the fateful fall you read about above.

When I initially fell, I struggled with nerve pain in the top of my foot and big toe and since have realized that I have ice burns, and every time I put ice on, inside 5 minutes it feels like my foot swells and like lightning is shooting off inside of it. This is even through like 5 layers of fabric. Crutches are hard. I have them at the top of my stairs so I can get to and from my bedroom. I knew it would be hard, but no one mentioned the use and strain the rest of your muscles on the other side would experience. I have a friend who calls herself a flamingo after she lost one of  her legs just below the knee and I can COMPLETELY relate to that. The other muscles on the left side of my body have had to compensate extra for balance, I’ve nearly toppled over on crutches a few times by high centering…I killed my ironing board that way. I was sliding on my hardwood flooring in my flip flop while on crutches as I continued to fall over and had nothing but my ironing board to catch my fall. I leaned on it as it slowly bent closer to the ground and I finally shouted to my dad to come help me. Needless to say it went out with the trash on Monday.

I finally decided on Tuesday evening that I was going to unwrap it. The splint was bothering the side of my ankle and I wasn’t certain on the placement of the stitches so I wanted to see how close in proximity they were. When I sat down and unwrapped, that’s what I saw. I was now concerned. Every twitch and twinge, throb, every electrifying feeling fleeting through my foot gave me anxiety. I know, we aren’t supposed to be anxious for anything, but…ya know?? I text messaged my doctor, the nurse wrote the wrong number on the paper. I called the office Wednesday morning telling the girl over the phone what had happened only to get a call back confirming my appointment for this morning.

I get in the doctors office and I tell the story. She unwraps it and my eyes start tearing up, my heart concerned by the possibility that I may have damaged what had been done. She got me over to the x-ray machine and took some pictures and sat me back down in my room. That catch in my throat and chest just sat there. Being a single mom is SO HARD! I’ve been so grateful for the help of my dad since he came, but in 10 days I won’t have him anymore and the thought of having to start over was terrifying. The doctor comes in and the look on his face is of grave concern as I can’t help but cry retelling my fall. He begins to tell me that he believes it will all be okay. No cast, he drains the blood blister and then explains where he actually did the tendon repair…it wasn’t just any tear on a random tendon, it was my Achilles tendon. He said it was far worse than he originally anticipated. The scary part to me is, I had no idea. I had tolerated and forgotten the pain for so long that I didn’t even realize I was in pain until my my second appointment with him when he looked at my MRI scans and asked me if I was sure I wasn’t in pain.

Look at those frankfurters lol, my toes look like tiny Vienna Sausages…

The Lord told me that this is the start of my new beginning, and that there are many more facets to it than I think, like a diamond that sparkles and shines and has many facets, it enables it to take in more light and shine it in more directions. I don’t feel very shiny right now, but thank God it’s not all based on how I feel. Today has been a pretty emotional day for me. The tears I cry now are ones of gratitude.

The really gross picture below is the mass that the doctor removed from my ankle on the day of surgery. He was pretty amazed at how big it was. I’m just grateful it’s a part of my past now, and is not allowed to step into my future. I do however recognize that the surgery was very connected spiritually. It was meant to repair the tendon, so that my walk with the Lord will be fully healed and unhindered, and the mass removed so that I spiritually can “run my race” when before I couldn’t even wear a pair of running shoes.

So, sometime after Christmas I’ll be fully walking again. And that is the greatest gift ever.

But a pair of running shoes might be a close second 😉




I’m in so much pain…

Today I was out with my dad, and I fell.


We were walking out of a restaurant and I was commenting how the wheels on my scooter get caught on everything. Seriously everything. And in that moment as I described how one wheel catches in the cracks and causes the handlebars to jam and I nearly fall; as if to demonstrate the sort of fall I was describing the wheel got stuck on the left, my left foot was toward the back of the scooter and out of place for a save the scooter then began to tilt to the right where I have no bodily support I then flew to the right over the knee pad, slammed my splinted heel on the concrete and to save myself from more injury to my expensive surgery I lifted my foot up and slammed to the ground on my back and my head followed suit. I just sort of laid there as people flocked out of the restaurant towards me, my dad (who is hard of hearing) walked a few more paces before realizing I was no longer speaking.

Knot on my head, strangers hugging me and a frightened restaurant owner running out to ensure I was truly okay. Which I was…and was not. Going from fully capable to immobile is not something I’m handling very well. I’m doing too much, I’m seeing things in myself that I don’t like in this space, things I need to fully surrender to Him and ask Him to change these in me. I have been independent, and I’m in this place so I can learn to be dependent again. To share responsibilities and not try to do it all on my own.

I’m struggling and admit that I need prayer in this area. Since my dad has been here, I may have gotten a little excitable (to say it nicely) in the car, possibly expecting too much and feeling frustrated that I can’t just drive places on my own. And for some reason I suddenly can’t tell my left from my right so giving directions has been…complicated. So now I have put Siri in charge of that.

And I’m trying really hard to ask for more help.

To make matters worse I put ice on my foot when I got home and fell asleep for longer than 20 minutes. I have ice burns now on my toes and the top of my foot despite 3-5 layers of gauze and Ace Bandages. It feels like someone is stabbing my foot with a dull darning needle. It hurts worse than my surgery site and pain killers is not helping.

Top that off, my dreams recently and things like this:

Is making containing my heart difficult. It’s that certain beginning I’ve been waiting on. This is my training ground…and I’m trying to stay sane through the pain.

Once this healing is over I’m going for a run…


Sheep Herding

This. Is. Hard. Harder than I ever could have expected. The Lord is revealing things to me that I knew I had trouble with, but now is the time to take hold of it and truly heal.

Cressa and I were talking on my way to surgery on Friday. She said that back in Bible times if a sheep ran off, the shepherd would break its legs so that it had no choice but to remain with the Shepherd to build a close relationship with him. How true is this. It’s just like the wilderness the Israelites walked through. They lived in a place of miraculous provision for 40 years. They had manna from Heaven (Jed said that It tasted like Milk and Honey, a “taste” of their promised land), their tents and clothes never wore out, they had water and everything they needed and they were overshadowed by the Shepherd in a pillar of fire and herded like sheep all around the desert.

On my way to her house I was praying and telling the Lord how grateful I was for my friends. Sometimes life keeps us so busy we do pause and wonder who our real friends are. I was on my way to their house that morning and I was talking with God asking for forgiveness for being so stubborn and not opening up more and being receptive to accepting help when I need it. I then was praying and thanking Him for their friendship and I pulled behind a truck with a trailer and there was a sticker on the trailer door that said “When you need em, they’re there” and on the left door it said “Sheep Herding”.

Tears. At dinner I was retelling what the Lord has been speaking to me. Sharing with them my gratefulness of their constant love and hospitality. As I sat there before them the Holy Spirit came over me and the Lord said to me that this surgery was a door. An open door that I chose to walk through, knowing what awaited me on the other side.

I have trouble asking for help. A LOT of trouble. This is rooted in pride- but not for the reasons you think. When I was younger, I went to college. It just wasn’t for me and I hated every moment of it. My grandma paid for it. When I went to trade school and I was ready to pay it off, she offered and I said no. No, because I had wasted her money and paying for my own mistake was the right thing to do. Similar situations have arisen in the years since where the predicament wasn’t necessarily my fault but I was still the one to reach out for help. I pushed back pretty hard when it came up but it made me throw up a wall. To be strong and smart enough to never be in a position where I have to be a burden. And it was then that I somehow labeled myself a burden. It has made this period difficult.

In Song of Solomon at the end it says that the Shulamite Woman was leaning on her beloved on her way out of the desert. Fully relying on Him. How often do we not ask for things that we need? The big things, the small things? How long do we sit and suffer or do without when as His children we have only but to ask? He has so much for us! He wants us to be so reliant on Him that we ask Him for the Big and Small alike.

This is a brand new season. We have to change with it. We have to be willing to be vulnerable in Him. He’s not a genie, but He wants us to reach out and ask Him for the little things and the big things. He says to ask Him for anything in Jesus name.

What can we ask Him for that makes us vulnerable in Him. How can we bring others into our circle and allow them to be a part of our lives? We need to live authentic lives and that means taking down our walls.


There comes a time in every caterpillars life where they climb inside themselves and they become something different…

Where our heart expands to the point of no longer being able to contain that which is ourselves, the in and the out has become unfamiliar and we long to break out of our seemingly internal prison of stretched recreation until we push and push and we expand our wings like a color-filled sunset. The horizon is too close, we desire a great beyond that is too large for our hearts to completely fathom. The wind blowing rapidly through our being, we rise and take flight at the dusk of our new beginning. We launch ourselves into the beginning of the unknown, as we rest our wings on the breeze and glide towards sunrise.



Psalm 8 The Passion Translation (TPT)

God’s Splendor

For the Pure and Shining One

Set to the melody of “For the Feast of Harvest,”[a] by King David

Lord, your name is so great and powerful!

People everywhere see your splendor.

Your glorious majesty streams from the heavens,

filling the earth with the fame of your name!

You have built a stronghold by the songs of babies.

Strength rises up with the chorus of singing children.

This kind of praise has the power to shut Satan’s mouth.

Childlike worship will silence[b]

the madness of those who oppose you.

Look at the splendor of your skies,

your creative genius glowing in the heavens.

When I gaze at your moon and your stars,

mounted like jewels in their settings,

I know you are the fascinating artist who fashioned it all!

But when I look up and see

such wonder and workmanship above,

I have to ask you this question:

Compared to all this cosmic glory,[c]

why would you bother with puny, mortal man

or be infatuated with Adam’s sons?

Yet what honor you have given to men,

created only a little lower than Elohim,[d]

crowned like kings and queens[e] with glory and magnificence.

You have delegated to them

mastery over all you have made,

making everything subservient to their authority,

placing earth itself under the feet of your image-bearers.[f]


All the created order and every living thing

of the earth, sky, and sea—

the wildest beasts and all the sea creatures—

everything is in submission to Adam’s sons.

Lord, your name is so great and powerful.

People everywhere see your majesty!

What glory streams from the heavens,

filling the earth with the fame of your name!

Some of you are fearing that you are going around the mountain again. So tempted to put your head down and drag your feet around as you expect to see the same old scenery but the Lord said to me this morning, “You are at the APEX of your new beginning! Pause and look around you! You are standing on the peak! You have overcome! Ask of Me and I will teach you how to rule from this place as it is your DESTINY! Stay with Me beloved on this mountain top so we can share the view!”

He has so much more for us than we think! We are at the peak of it all! No more striving! It’s all downhill from here! What was hard will be easy! What you fought against in the last season you have overcome! It’s time to rest in Him for there’s a life ahead of you to live and many more mountains to conquer!

He’s also been speaking to me recently about child-likeness. How we have forgotten how to be silly, we have left our imaginations by the wayside! He’s calling us to pick it back up! It is the window into the Spirit! He is inviting us to close our eyes and dream again! To return to innocent thinking, star gazing, looking at shapes in the clouds and listening in the stillness. He knows you have been waiting for things and He sees you have been faithful with what He has given you. He’s saying come play on the playground with me, don’t let people who are adult in their thinking run you off of My playground! I built it for You my beloved! And only those with an innocent heart can find their way into My gardens of joy and laughter! Confined hearts on the outside see nothing but a wall, blank canvases, blank paper and empty pens…turned down lips and hearts. But those who sit in MY presence have inspiration enough to fill the libraries on earth to bursting! To fill empty hearts with new wine and empty pens with My words! They will lead empty hearts into My secret play yard where Joy returns like lost childhood toys finding their way back into empty hands. Come join Me where coloring books, helium balloons and abundant giggles all converge, where clown noses squeak and fear doesn’t exist.

It’s an invitation to His heart. We can find what has been lost and stolen, we can reclaim what was once ours. The Lost things are coming back to find us. Things we thought we missed out on are just waiting to be rediscovered and maybe you’ll find that the things you have been looking for…

…were right in front of you all along.

Restored to Royalty

I’ve been waiting on some things to occur in my life. Some really super amazing things.

But at the same time I’ve been going through some difficult things. The enemy has a way of getting in our head and we allow his lies to wedge in our hearts in our moments of weakness. The last two weeks had been so incredibly hard in many ways and the Lord is always faithful to bring us through but we still have these moments of fear and doubt where we are certain our future is at risk.

And yet His word says He will bring us to an expected end (Jeremiah 29:11). How silly of us to worry when His word has promised us a future of His design.

So, I’m a lover of vintage. I love things that have a history and a story to tell.

Last weekend, as per the norm, I found myself perusing the various thrift stores looking for treasures. I’m redecorating my room in a bit of a Victorian theme and so I was looking for candle holders and silver tea trays for trinkets on my dresser. I found a vintage Avon ring from the 70’s, some beautiful silver tea spoons and a tray and some decorative boxes. $12 later I moved on to the next thrift store. I don’t generally like Savers…they are overpriced. But I wasn’t in a hurry so I wandered around. Finally done (and spending more than I wanted to), I made my way to the jewelry counter.

I look at a few pieces and then I look over at this unusually massive ring with probably a 10 carat sized Amethyst colored stone. I joked with the lady and said, “My goodness, that thing looks like it’s from Wish.com, straight outta China!” She chuckles and I pick up a few more. I for some reason pick up this giant clobber of a ring and look on the inside and see 14k. So my giggling smirk turned serious as I flipped over the tag. $8…

“Um, yeah. I’ll take this,” and walk to go check out. I am laughing all the way to the car and when I sit down I begin to look at this ring. It’s probably going to be the reason for my next black eye but on inspection I begin laughing. Inside the band it says 14k PLAT which is a stamp for Gold as we all know, and Platinum. More valuable than gold. On the inside of the band it reads in script L.W.P 7/25/32.




This was someone’s engagement or wedding ring. It’s got minimal wear on the band. It has enamel in the corners and hand made platinum flowers that hold the stone in place. This ring has been well taken care of. I begin researching wedding and engagement rings for the 1930’s and realize they are all silver. The depression began in 1929, and Gold confiscation by the government began in April of 1933. Granted it was gold bullion and coin and certificates, a ring like this would have made the woman wearing it a target on the streets. It was definitely a commission piece and expensive. The man who bought it most certainly loved the woman whose finger it was on as I imagine it lightened his wallet significantly.

Two+ years ago now the Lord gave me three numbers: 66, 88, 111. I knew the 88 was for my new beginning, and the 66 was unity of man. This ring is 86 years old. Well it’s birthday was just this past Wednesday, a mere 4 days after my $8 (new beginnings) purchase.

I honestly have been over the moon over this ring. It’s a monstrous thing fit for a king! Which triggered my dream reflex. I searched for dreams from 7/25/2017:

-Was looking in a pond and found magic, something that restored me to royalty. I kept checking to see if it was real and it was- it wasn’t going away. Saw this three different times in the same way but different places

-kept dreaming about hidden tiaras

And what makes this even more amazing…the cherry on top? The evidence in His word of this promise He has made to me:

2 Samuel 7:25

25 “And now, Lord God, keep forever the promise you have made concerning your servant and his house. Do as you promised,

Yes Lord, do as you promised.

Until then, I praise you for it.