The Holy Spirit is revealing Himself by signs and wonders. He is answering prayers in a three day turn around, if not faster in This season.

I have come to give you life, and life more abundantly through Jesus. I am holy and righteous. The earth is trembling with My glory. I’m looking for the One who’s eyes are fixed on Me. I’m waiting until our eyes meet in tender, intimate affection above all else. I simply want You. I want to shower You with My love and blessings. Selah.

Dreaming With God

How do my choices affect God?

We are called to be creative and dream with God with wisdom. When we display Godly wisdom, we draw all men unto Him. We are called to pursue our dreams, yet not be discouraged if we don’t have them realized. We may be paving a way for another’s dreams to come true. Man’s measurements and our measurements are different. What may look like a failure by man’s standards is a win in the Kingdom and by God’s standards. We are called to be still and know we are God, while also making and keeping Him Lord of our lives. We live in the mystery and the tension of Oneness. We can pray the prayer, All of me covered by all of You, Lord. When we know and understand His great love and great purpose for us, we can walk confident and serve others. We can live the gospel and others can read the Bible of our lives and be transformed. We can speak a better word that releases life and hope and truth. We can have entrainment with God’s voice, and build each other up into wholeness. God’s greatest dream is that we know who we are and that we demonstrate His glory and goodness so that others can know, too. The kingdom of heaven is advancing. The darkness has been defeated. If we can unify in knowing and believing in who He created us to be, we can move mountains and break strongholds and live in perfect love with zero fear. 

We have to learn how to embrace revelation with one hand, and mystery with the other, making the perfect cross. 

We have to be yielded to the Holy Spirit and discern what He’s doing and be sensitive to Him. 

We are both royalty and servants. 

We can be effective at both.  

Jesus served with Heart of a king but ruled with the heart of a servant.

Royalty is my identity, servant hood is my assignment, intimacy with God is my source.  

I am the good soil in Matthew 13:8

 8 Still other seed fell on good soil, where it produced a crop—a hundred, sixty or thirty times what was sown.9 Whoever has ears, let them hear.”

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When my older sister and two older brothers were younger, my dad was shaving my brother’s heads. My sister, a Tom boy with waist length curly hair, sat in the chair after my second brother had his shaved and asked to go next. My dad, who was in charge of brushing her tangled curls, didn’t hesitate for a moment. He laughed his amazing belly laugh, and gleefully shaved her head. My sister was thrilled, and ran off to play, “King of the hill” with my brothers. It’s a legendary story in my family.

On March 16, twenty six years ago, we got the call that our legend of a father took his last breath. I went numb. My brothers happened to be shaving each other’s heads. I sat in the chair, and asked my brother, Josh, to shave my head. He joked around and asked me if I was serious, and I said yes. Afterwards, I ran and jumped in our pool, that was covered with a sheet of ice. I screamed under water. I didn’t feel the cold. I only felt my broken heart wretch and twist and grieve.

I walked around with my bald head and my spark dulled way down. I remember returning to college and my poetry professor looking at me like a dad would and he said that I looked beautiful.

I won my college’s annual writing contest in the categories of poetry and short story that year. One day, walking to class, I heard clear as day, “There she is! Miss America!” I had no grid for hearing God’s voice during that time in my life, and it both comforted me and scared me. Had my dad been alive, that’s exactly the song he would have sung to me to celebrate my wins. Every time I got a good report card, won an award, or just because, he would sing that to me.

I miss my dad all the time, but when I think of him, I picture him cheering me on. I can hear his laugh, and I can hear him singing. Not live like that day, but those sweet memories of times gone by. Echoes of the past. I am grateful for him. I miss him.

When I was healed from seventeen years of painful chronic pain in October of 2021, Care Pastor Wayne Ritchie sang, “There she is! Miss America!” as I entered my church on the day I realized I was healed. He’s like a dad to me, so that was very special on so many levels. He had no idea about my history with that song.

When I was a little girl, I would lay my head on my dad’s stomach and listen to his belly growl and digest his dinner as he held me while we watched TV. These days, when I pray, I imagine leaning my head on Jesus’ chest, and listening to His heart. He comforts me. He holds me. He sings over me now.
RIP daddy-o, padre, chief, and friend.

Miracles

Lisa Lancaster was a guest speaker at the Tuesday training last week, and prayed for spines to be straightened. At the moment she prayed, I got encountered with electricity and goosebumps in my spine. It felt like it started wiggling. This happened the other day when I saw my friend, Tonia’s prophetic art painting of a spine. This time, the goosebumps kept coming in a steady wave all day Tuesday. I was also on fire with the Holy Spirit. For like five hours. When my caregiver came to get me ready for bed, it was like someone poured water on my bed from me sweating all day. I was diagnosed with scoliosis at age five, when I was diagnosed with FOP. Doctors wanted to put me in a brace, but my parents left the decision up to me, and I didn’t want it. I said I was going to take a picture of my spine because I was in perfect faith that God was moving on it. My caregiver took a picture, and almost completely straight! It used to have a deep S curve, but now it doesn’t! He’s amazing. My mom celebrates Sukkot. The prayer mentions the spine. I didn’t know that. We read it on the day I realized I was healed, which was Wednesday, October 12, 2022. Here’s the Sukkot prayer-

Sukkot

Earth and sky, rain and sun, flower and fruit speak to us of God‘s creative power. Like generations before us, we give thanks for God‘s goodness. Into the sanctuary we have brought the symbols of Sukkot the lulav, with the palm that resembles the human spine, to remind us that we can stand straight with courage and integrity. May we serve God by standing up for justice, truth, and peace. The Myrtle, whose leaves are shaped like eyes that can behold the grandeur and beauty of the universe. May we serve God by looking with kindness at every living being. The willow of the brook, whose leaves are shaped like human lips. May these lips sing God’s praise and bless God‘s children. The etrog, shaped like the human heart. May we remember that love is the doorway through which we pass from selfishness to service, from loneliness to kinship with all the world. O God of Israel and all the world, with palm and myrtle, willow and etrog, with spine and eyes, lips and heart, we praise you. Spine and eyes and lips and heart come together as Lulav and etrog as we wave them to earth’s four corners, and toward heaven and earth, we are one with all of earth: with people and birds, with stones and with fish, with air and with dew, with each other and with God with a goodness and growing things with all that moves with all that is still.

Yesterday at the Open Heavens conference, Kris had a word for a woman named Jamie. He said there was fire in her hand. She came into my breakout room, and explained how in 2017, God told her to go to Bethel church. She lives in Minnesota. She searched us out online, and saw the Open Heavens conference. It was sold out. She wanted to be obedient to the Lord, so she just flew out in faith. When she got to the registration desk, she said she felt God wanted her there, so could she please buy a ticket. The man told her that she should be there then, and didn’t charge her anything. She’s been coming every year since. She had her tickets for this year, but her cancer has her too sick to go. God showed me the base of her neck. I told her to put her on fire with the Holy Spirit hand that Kris called out, onto her neck. She exclaimed, “How did you know that’s where my cancer is?! There’s practically no more bone there, and my neck could break at any moment from the slightest thing, leaving me paralyzed or worse.” I got so excited! In an earlier testimony, I shared how God showed me that we are all storehouses of heaven, releasing righteousness, peace and joy. He took me deeper, and said that I’m a storehouse of extra bone from my FOP diagnosis, and that I’m to give away that extra bone in the supernatural so it can settle into people in the natural. She was freaking out with joy when I told her! She put her hand on her neck, and I prayed a prayer that felt like truth and faith and hope all rolled into one. Truth was the prevalent feeling. The Holy Spirit was weighty on my chest and the words I spoke blew me away. She was so full of God’s love and peace and ecstatic joy! I had given words to two other women in the group that also felt true, but I wasn’t sure if they were accurate for them. I just trusted the Lord and said what He told me to say. It turns out, that those two words were also for Jamie! She shared testimony that confirmed it. That was one of the most beautiful divine appointments I have ever had. In awe of Him.

Yesterday, on the way into church, I got splashed by a spray of cold water droplets on my cheek as I was rolling from my bus to the church. I was still in the parking lot. I looked for rain clouds, but it was a bright sunny morning with a clear sky. I wheeled onto the sidewalk, and it happened again, this time on my arm. I smiled, and realized it was angels being playful with me! I went inside the church, and participated in morning prayer. Afterwards, my friend, Steve bopped me on the forehead, and said, “The Lord told me to go over there touch you on your forehead and say, ‘let the living waters come forth!’”
Care pastor Wayne preached a great sermon on how God is our real Father, and never harms us, nor causes anything bad to happen.
After church, I prayed for two people. One was a classmate from Bethel who was visiting my church. Another was a gal who has been to my church a few times. After I prayed for each of them, tears of joy and healing poured from their eyes. Living water. My prayers for them came from a place I can only describe as the peanut butter on the roof of my heart. The presence of God was so thick in my heart, I knew my prayers were going to be answered.

Forgiveness is on my heart this morning. When forgiveness is a core value, we become unoffendable. Jesus forgave us on the cross. Boom. We’re forgiven- even for stuff we haven’t done yet. This doesn’t mean we abuse grace, grieving His heart and then sin on purpose. We are already forgiven. His kindness leads us to repentance. We don’t repent to be forgiven, we repent because we are. This reinforces that nothing can separate us from the love of God. Love for Him postures our hearts to want to live in communion with Him. So when someone offends you, don’t pick up a mud ball of offense and get dirty with them. Forgive them right away and love them. If they’ve abused you, lied to you, cheated, stolen, betrayed you in the worst ways- holding on to hatred only grows resentment, mistrust, and anxiety in your heart and mind. Forgiving doesn’t mean you’re agreeing with their behavior or treatment of you. It’s ensuring that heaven will come and fight for you. God makes all things new, but we have to partner with His truth to be united in love. I pray against any strongholds in your life that have been caused by picking up an offense and holding onto it for dear life thinking it somehow protects you from the pain. Nay nay. It compounds the pain, and keeps your soul imprisoned. God is our shield and our deliverer.

Pray with me,
Dear Jesus, I forgive __ for hurting me. For breaking my heart and my trust. Come with Your peace as I forgive them now. I lay this situation at Your feet, Jesus. I trust that You are working it out for my benefit and my good. Help me to see this person as You see them. I replace my offense with love for my enemy. Protect anyone else they may seek to harm, and heal them from whatever makes them hurt others the way they do. Thank You for restoring what the moths and locusts have eaten, and for making beauty from these ashes as You promise in Your word. Amen.

I pray for a fresh indwelling of the Holy Spirit so that God downloads ways to respond in love, so you can let God fight your battles. When we react in revenge or offense, instead of responding in love, we disempower heaven to defend us. If we take a beat, and respond in love, which looks like self sacrifice sometimes, we ensure that the angels dispatched to help us, fight and win our battles. It was recently taught to me that we exist in both heavens, as well as on earth. The second heaven is where the angels and demons battle, and we are seated in the third heaven with God. But on earth, and in both heavens, it’s like a tri-level chess game happening all at once. When we make a move on earth or seated from heavenly places, each piece moves in succession in all three realms. I don’t completely understand it, and never played chess before, but what I do understand is that we have the upper hand over the enemy, especially when we live out biblical principles as believers submitted to the will of God.

I had a temporary caregiver tonight. She said she was a Virgo, and asked me what my sign was. I said, “Jesus!” She thought I didn’t understand her so then she asked me when my birthday was. I told her and she was trying to figure out what that meant for my sign. I interrupted her thoughts and asked her if she knew Jesus. She said yes. She said her religion is very different, and not well known in the states. I asked her what it was, expecting some randomness. It turns out, she’s a Seventh Day Adventist. They’re good people! I told her I was familiar and asked her if she knew my friend Rachel that goes to a church in the neighborhood she mentioned. She then shared with me that she hasn’t been since her husband passed away in 2017. She said she’s been focused on work, but always knows God is there. She said I could play music. She didn’t want to talk anymore. I put on worship and she got me ready for bed. I could tell the songs were ministering to her heart. I spoke to train her how to care for me, but that was it. I asked her if I could pray for her at the end of the shift. She said yes with a big smile on her face. I released heaven over her, praying for God to heal her broken heart and meet her with His manifest presence throughout the day, among other things. She filled with light! She kept saying, “That was such a nice prayer! That was so lovely! Thank you so much. Thank you!” She practically floated out of here. I love loving people. I most love when God loves them through me. He always shows up and says the sweetest things!