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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!

When you draw back your bow with a powerful prayer that aims for right between the devil’s eyes, don’t be discouraged when someone says, “And if that doesn’t work, do xyz.” The faith you have that powers that arrow, partnered with God’s heart and love to set that person free, heal them, or deliver them is enough. No prayer returns void. Don’t let doubt and unbelief empty your quiver or wet the match you light the arrow on fire with. Go boldly before the throne and pray! God is listening.

This morning I was on my first prophetic Zoom for the Spiritual Intelligence Institute. The activation was to listen to a song, to see what the Holy Spirit showed us.

I saw Jesus as a chef in a restaurant. He made us huge portions of food. There was so much, and even when we ate a little, our whole bodies filled with Light. He gave us each a to go box, and we took it with us back to our communities. The food multiplied, and God showed me a world map, with each of our communities glowing with His Light.

Someone else had a vision of a ballerina, dancing through a forest.

Someone else had a vision of a ballerina dancing in front of an orchestra, with the crescendo building into a beautiful cacophony of sounds.

Someone else had a vision of two people practicing for warfare in a forest.

Someone else had a vision she was in a train, and traveled by a marketplace where people were eating in an outdoor restaurant and a ballerina was dancing in the square. She also traveled through a forest.

The last person saw an orchestra, and a ballerina dancing really fast.

My heart burst! I shared my testimony from a Bethel activation where we floated up to heaven to receive a gift from Jesus. I floated up, and He had an Amazon box waiting for me. He told me not to open it just yet. He told me to tell Him the story about when I was five years old, and in ballet class. It was my last day of class, as my diagnosis of FOP meant that injuries would cause a flare up, and bone to grow from healthy muscles, creating a second skeleton and encasing me in bone. But at age five, I was still unaffected aside from my neck. So I danced a series of perfect pirouettes across the dance floor. I knew I nailed it. I felt it in my soul. I also knew by the look of awe on my sister, Esther’s face. She was impressed and in shock a little. It was the best! So after I told that story to Jesus, He told me to open the box. In it were ballerina slippers! He said that He wants me to feel confident like I did that day in everything I do. From writing, to posting, to praying for people, to sharing His love with all. I am currently bedridden for twelve years and healed from seventeen years of painful chronic pain.

Soon after I shared, breakout rooms ended, and we were ushered back into the main group. Our teacher, Samuel asked if anyone had anything to share from our session, focusing on whether there was repetition in our individual visions, or any patterns or similarities. A woman for our group said that there were a lot of similarities to the visions we had in our group, and that one person in particular was especially touched by the collective vision.
He asked who it was, and whether they minded sharing. I jumped right off of mute and shared the whole story with the larger group. Then two people from a different group unmuted and said that they, too saw a ballerina. The woman said she had an abundance of joy and hope. The guy said that when the ballerina was dancing, he saw the word, “Freedom” over her.
Right as we transitioned from the small group back to the big group, God told me He also wants me to have that same confidence in my healing! Whoa.
So then a man prayed over me for my healing to manifest.

I told the first nurse I met that Jesus loves her. She said she almost quit this morning because most of the patients are so angry and take it out on her. Then she said her mom told her that she’s doing it for the Kingdom of God, and she adjusted her focus and didn’t quit.

I asked my paramedics if they knew Jesus, and they both said yes. One said he’s excited for a friend to get baptized this weekend and that he meets Jesus every day in people who love and serve Him.

I told my doctor that Jesus loves him and he perked up and said, “Thank you!!”

I prayed with the ultrasound tech and she said prayers are always welcome.

I thanked the janitors for their hard work, and they were so happy and blessed me back. I prayed for two out of the three and they were beaming.

I prayed for the three people who gave me my CT scan and told them Jesus died for their sins. One guy said something about five and I said He died for all five sins. He said oh but there was a sixth. I said He died for that, too.

I’ve prayed over everyone who crossed my path. Joy bursts forth when you love with abandon. I thought my appendix burst a few hours ago, and was in so much pain. After I asked for prayers, and prayed, too, God answered and I started to feel better. They ran a bunch of tests, and It turns out it was a partially blocked colon. Thank God it wasn’t my appendix or a burst cyst which is what it felt like.

The morale in this place was in the pit, and blocked, too. The atmosphere was changed with the love of Jesus, and the janitors, nurses, CNA’s and doctors have had an encounter with the love of Jesus that made a difference in their day.

When I first got here, a man was moaning so loud, you could hear his jaw vibrating his vocal chords and making the sound uncontrollable, he was in so much pain. I prayed for God to show up and heal him and He did. And He turned his moaning into a soft whimper. This was a divine appointment.

I prayed for my second nurse, and she stopped what she was doing and held my hand. She said I made her night and that it was a sweet prayer. She came back a little while later and said that was such a great prayer, it’s going to last her a whole week. I told her that God is with her always, and it’s His love she’s feeling.

Right before I left, there was a guy screaming and cussing at one of the nurses. She was yelling back at him and trying to explain that they were treating his back injury and Covid. There was a disconnect and he wasn’t understanding. They continued to yell at each other. Finally, I prayed for God to send angels to calm him and shut his mouth. I told my nurse and she laughed. There were a few more attempts at yelling, but then he completely changed his tune. The yelling stopped and he was being kind and reasonable. Total shift. The argument got shut down.

As I lay here in the hallway, joyfully greeting and praying for everyone who passes me, joy abounds and the manifest presence of God fills this place.

Then on my way home, my medical transport worker was named Raquel. I asked her if she knew Jesus. She said yes, and it was only through Him that she’s alive today. I invited her to church, and she was making a mental map in her head. I told her caddy corner from the DMV. And she said, “Oh yeah! On that street with America in the name!” I said yes right behind the Autozone.
She said yes she knew it. Then she played worship music on her phone and started worshipping. When she dropped me off, I told her I hope to see her at church sometime. Not today, because I didn’t get home until after 2:00am, but one Sunday soon. She said okay!

I say all this to point to God. That we have the power to change hearts and lives for Him. Grow where you’re planted. Love and grace.

1 Corinthians 15:57

But thanks be to God! He gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.

One of my favorite memories is not expecting gifts, and focusing on Jesus, and then being surprised. My dad was a bartender for thirty one years before he passed away in 1997. My mom stayed at home for most of the years, raising us ten kids. Things were tight sometimes, but he would sacrifice and send us to private schools. We had God, each other, and lots of love to go around. God always provided! He built us a house when i was twelve years old. Every year for as long as I can remember, he would tell us that we weren’t getting presents and that Christmas was about Jesus, not gifts. So, we prepared our hearts for Jesus. We’d plan Jesus’ birthday party, and get excited for the tree and decorations. We’d make a cake for Christmas Day, and sing Jesus Happy Birthday! We’d also go look at lights all around the city. We’d sit in the living room every night and each read a paragraph section or two of the Bible. We would also sing worship songs. But this was every night, not just at Christmas. But we’d watch Jesus of Nazareth and we’d call being the characters. My sisters and I would always want to be Mary, my brothers, Jesus. Whoever called it first got to be them, and then we’d each call the next character in some descending order of appearance. Once that was settled, we’d each imagine ourselves as being that character in the movie. It was so fun! And we’d watch the Sound of Music every Christmas and also choose those characters. Growing up Catholic, my sisters and I would always want to be Maria- nun turned mom. We all used to sing along to the TV. So on Christmas morning, at about 5:00am, I’d wake up to the Christmas tree my dad had probably bought Christmas Eve when they were practically giving them away. He’d proudly tie it to the top of our station wagon and bring it home like a trophy! He never paid full price for a tree! My dad would painstakingly put icicle tinsel on each pine needle, making the most glittery, sparkly trees I’ve ever seen. So I’d plug it in at 5:00am, while it was still dark outside and dark in the house, and see the piles of gifts around our living room and fireplace room. Piles and piles of gifts, one pile for each of us, each with little tags in my mom’s handwriting that said-Love, Jesus. I would get so excited and lay down on the couch and wait for everyone to wake up, and each get excited! I remember that time when it was just me, just looking at the beautiful tree and being grateful and happy. My parents would drag themselves out of bed to come join us. The rule was nobody opened anything until everyone was together. So then we’ d tear through our gifts and get happy when we got toys, and meh when we got clothes. Our stockings always had an apple and an orange in them like the book, Little Women. We’d watch that as a family every year, too. And every year, my dad would convince us there would be no presents, and every year we would posture our hearts towards Jesus. Every year, we’d be surprised!
Talk about managing ten kids and our expectations, and teaching us to prioritize Jesus.

I heard a cool testimony this morning! Chris Overstreet was in church during worship. The song lyrics were, “I just wanna be where You are!” The week before, God kept highlighting an address to him, but he paid it no attention. So while in worship, God said, “Do you really want to be where I am right now?” Chris said yes. God told him to go to that address. So Chris left, mid worship, and drove to that address. Standing there was a guy in a hoodie. Chris introduced himself, and told him that God had sent him to tell him He loved him and had big plans for his life. That he was supposed to preach the gospel. The guy was stunned. He asked him if he just said his name was Chris Overstreet. Chris said yes. The guy then told him that when he was a kid, his dad got arrested for a drug bust because both of his parents were dealers. Then the guy, Jared I think his name is, was sent to Bethel Christian School. During his time at that school, his grandma prayed for him and got a word from the Lord that Jared was supposed to meet a guy named Chris Overstreet!! After that divine appointment with Chris, Jared told five hundred people about Jesus in three weeks! He rented out a hall in Redding, and is having an outreach there this month. He’s on fire for Jesus. It is in our obedience where God moves most.
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Overstreet led evangelism at Bethel for eighteen years and now has his own ministry-