Prayers for my Son

There is always that child that needs extra prayer. I talk with my son often these days.  When things are tough for him at work, financially, etc., he calls me to talk about it.  This gives me insight on how to pray for him and I appreciate hearing from him.  I listen, give my two cents and remind him of God's hand on his life.  I plead the Blood of Jesus over him and pray a hedge of protection around him and all that he has. Then I pray for favor with God and man.  I pray for wisdom for my son in how to deal with difficult people and bullies. I pray the Holy Spirit will stand up in him (not a retaliatory or angry spirit) to lead and guide his actions.  I pray he will be surrounded by godly people and that he recognizes those God would send to help him achieve the dream and goals God has given him.  I hold on to my faith for a good outcome and I am patient to see God make the changes in his life.

I then remind myself of the specific answers to prayer that have come before- such as getting an affordable apartment in a safe neighborhood, a particular car he wanted, good jobs in his field, promotions, job changes, success on his jobs, a good friend, good health and confidence in God.  All these things God has provided.  There is an enemy of our souls that we must overcome and we must pray against that.  We must recognize the strategies against us and win this supernatural fight using the weapons of warfare that God has given us.  We must live in the Spirit.

Thank you Lord for taking care of my son, for putting that hedge of protection around him and giving him supernatural gifts of discernment, opening doors for him no man can shut and directing his path. Amen

Making it a Good Day

Woke up late enough to have brunch for breakfast.  Pork chops and sweet potatoes was the fair.  Enjoyed a half & half Mocha Decaf and about to make a second cup.  I'm watching The View and celebrating Whoopie's birthday with them.  Enjoying the entertainment and the views.

2017 is Almost Gone

It has been the political year from Hell.  It makes me so depressed.  I just pray the country will come back straight soon, with more respect, tolerance and love for one another.  But I suspect God is going to end it all real soon.  Our country is so evil.  The leaders are so corrupt and sexual perversion and promiscuity is out of control.  There is a hatred for the poor and sick that is expressed in the politics.  That will be our downfall, our destruction.  Oh well.  God is still great.  God is still good.  God is still in control.  God is my Father.  Jesus is my Brother.  The Holy Spirit lives in me, guides me, comforts me, shows me the Love of God.  I will have hope and I will live for Him.

Seeing in the Spirit

Seeing Jesus in an open vision was my first experience of seeing in the Spirit.  I had not yet given my life to the Lord.  I believe I was about 12.  It was summer time and there was a revival at our church.  I was only there to play with my cousins.  We were running around outside in the grave yard when someone called us in.  My cousins ran in and sat on the back pew and didn't make room for me.  I was standing there wondering where to sit when a woman I didn't know made me sit by her.  When I tried to look back at my giggling cousins she chastised me, made me look straight forward in my seat.  She may have been from the speaker's church or even his mother.

This pastor was much younger than our old pastor and I was drawn in by his message.  At some point I had an open vision of Jesus on the cross.  His arms outstretch and hands nailed to the cross.  His eyes were beautiful and intense with love as He looked straight at me.  I couldn't look anywhere but in His eyes.  I was so drawn to Him.  My heart broke from the love He felt for me.  I found myself going forward to the front of the church.  The vision faded and I was surprised when the young pastor stood near the choir and my old pastor grabbed me.  I had joined the church, but from that time on I was hungry to encounter the real Jesus again.

A friend and distant cousin from elementary school told me about a bible study that I could get in the mail. So I wrote off for it. and some of the hunger was satisfied as I diligently studied, looked up scriptures and waited for the next mailing.  

It was months before the old pastor scheduled my baptism.  It was dead of winter and a cold day.  My mother dressed me in winter undies, leggings, a wool skirt and wool sweater and brought a wool blanket to wrap me in.  When it was my turn, I stepped into the cold creek and was dunked by the old preacher.  When I came up I hoped to see a dove like at Jesus's baptism.  There was no dove, but I was cocooned in a wonderful warmth that shielded me from the cold wintry day.  My mother helped me out of the creek and I was so warm and comfortable as the cold water dripped from my hair, face and heavy clothes.  She asked if I wanted the blanket and I said no.  "Aren't you cold." she asked.  I wasn't cold.  She looked at me strangely.  I didn't really know what was happening until years later.  We walked silently to a relative's house where I dried off and changed clothes.

I was saved, baptised and Christ was in me.  My journey as a true born-again Christian had begun.

I find myself praying...

Dear Jesus,

I find myself praying for many different things and people- things that touch my heart.  I find myself praying for the children and grandchildren of friends who have passed on, gone on to Heaven.  I find myself praying for the American system of justice, the executive brance the legislative brandh and for individual representatives and senators and especially for the President.

I look at the prophesies concerning our President and the middle east that you sent foth to use before the first inauguration.  You said he would bring peace in the middle east.  Everything else has come to pass that was in that prophesy.  So now we can look forward to peace in the middle east, not war.

So perhaps the treaty with Iran or something else will bring them under control.  And hopefully we can destroy ISIL very soon.

A Vision Board

I may not have had a proper vision board years ago, but I just thought today about a desire that I had and spoke out to a group of people from work when we were all on a retreat.  I wanted a big house with someone to clean it.

Well, today my cleaner/organizer came over as scheduled and cleaned my oven, my kitchen counters, my refrigerator and my wood floors.  Then she cleaned the half bath, vacuumed and dusted the rooms downstairs and hand vacuumed the carpeted stairs and landings.  She had 20 minutes left when she finished, so she cleaned windows in the dining room and the glass door in the foyer.  I am so appreciative.  Now that I am older it is tiring to clean so much.  It takes me days to do what she did in three hours.  She will be back next week to do more windows and more cleaning upstairs.  I love this woman.  She has a special ministry.

I just write this to say somethings I dreamed about and desired years ago have come to pass.

I have a proper vision board now- just a little one.  It is for summer fun to be had with my family.  There are some adventures I want to do and want their support in doing.  There is also a plan for some time to be spent relaxing on my front porch.  I hope to find white rockers priced just right.  I also included a desire for a traveling buddy to Cancun next year and a woman from Canada has agreed to go with me.  On another page of my vision board I have a desire for healing for my legs and feet- that they be beautiful, young and healthy again.

Now I'll see if all these things come to pass.

The Lord showed me so much about my own future when I was learning about dreams and revelation.  He showed me the vehicles I would have- both were utility vehicles, one red and another black, and I have the second one now.  I didn't recognize the woman driving the black one.  She was young and vibrant and driving a little too fast.  Now I see that was me and how He sees me.

God showed me a ministry that he gave the name playhouse.  I couldn't figure that out for years.  I thought it was work of some kind.  Maybe I was to have a publishing company called Playhouse Books, but that didn't come to pass.  Then after my husband passed. I read about the Red hat Society in Cleveland Magazine and later saw a documentary on TV of some Black women line dancing and just having fun in their RHS chapter. So I got involved in Red Hatting.

I'm still doing Red Hatting now for 8 years.  The theme this year is Permission to Play and this reminds me of the vision God gave me of a playhouse.  So I'm in that playhouse with new friends and sister friends having a good time playing and God planned it all.  We are meeting other great hatters and traveling a little and generally having a playful time.  God has given me permission to play.  Isn't that wonderful?

What a good God and lovng Father we have.  :-)  So I will involve God and prayer in my vision board and see those things come to pass.

Quiet Time with God

I am loving this new devotional, Dear Jesus.  It is helping me develop my own dialog with God.  j