Monday, March 13, 2017


      Dave and I and a grandson put the Christmas tree in early December.  It was a treat even then.  THEN a few of my friends sent me the Christmas cards and I put all of them onto the tree, also.  I truly thought we would have it taken down in early February.  Usually we do it that way.  Well, Dave just said "no" to me, so I was waiting and waiting.  I thought it might be whenever he felt like it to get onto it.  SO, he told me yesterday that it will be taken on Monday.  Well, it was done.   I just want to show some of it just as I took the pictures today.  So, it was as a Christmas tree for about 3-1/2 months.  I loved it... every day and every time. 
     Hope my friends and sisters and others will smile, b/c they gave me the Christmas card.  Here's a wonderful portion of it! 

   So blessing and love entered my heart again today. I'll smile forever!

Monday, March 6, 2017


     I was one about a dozen from USA in March, '01, and just about four-hundreds came in April were from Europe and northern Africa, and the whole issue was worshiping the Lord and breaking into lots of the local large cities.  It was a wonderful time.  Anyhow, I always think of it and feel so blessed that the Lord told me to go and be there for the worshiping time.  Well, even though that was 16 years ago, I'll show a few photos.  

       BTW, one of that was given to my mom when I got home in Omaha and took it to her in Tacoma.  And my Mom loved this! When she went into Heaven about 6 years ago, it was given back to me, and it's in my living room to see it.  Always makes me smile!

     A special prayer time for many people!!  Loved being there!!

      [Even though I'm so strongly focusing on the Lord, moment-by-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night since I'm mentally old and can't go around and about and do much even in my house.   About 35-ish years ago, I were used by the Lord to pray over the demons and other gods in the USA, particularly.  Then I was told by the Lord to go to Uganda, Costa Rica, England, and Paris, and Morocco.  AND my husband has been wonderful!!]

Monday, February 20, 2017


      I was walking for about 1/2 hour with my canes and just as I got home suddenly I dropped onto the street with my face and arms and legs. I was suddenly taken on an ambulance to the Immanuel Hospital and my husband Dave arrived suddenly from our church where he works and when I was at the hospital he had driven in strongly. They did a lot of stuff on my body and brain and it was very sore since Thursday and until today.  My left-side head is sore and ugly.  I've slept a little bit and have a lot of pain even when I'm in bed for about 12 hours if possible.
      Anyhow, I didn't think I could do anything on here this evening, but I decided to just show a couple.  Many have prayed over and for me.  AND the Bhutanese, when I was at their church yesterday when my husband had let me in there in, they held me and prayed for me.  I've also had pills and other things with my face and my arms.
      I sure hope to share this now and then I'll be heading to bed again.  I'll be in bed about 7:20 and I'll get up about 8:30 tomorrow.  Can't always sleep, but when I wake up a bit, I worship and pray and glorify the Lord.
      OH... and the earlier pictures will be shown from Thursday and Friday and then today.  I look better today, but I don't feel much better.  Oh, well....
      Bless you all.  I'm thinking and praying!!!


Monday, February 6, 2017


      We've usually visited Dave's family in the Minnesota Twin City area, b/c he was born there and he has brothers and a half-sister.  The girl, Chris, was born when a man who married Dave's mom.  The girl was born when Dave was about 12.  Anyhow, usually we've been up there many times, usually a couple times a year, to see the family people and friends.  But we haven't been able to be there for a couple years.  Mostly it's b/c of my brain and body issue.  Suddenly, Christine, the gal, and her husband, Christopher, they came here on Friday night on his truck. [BTW, they've been married for 25 years; Dave and I were at the wedding way back then.] We picked them up where he had dropped off the truck.  It was amazing that they were able to be in the Omaha area. They were brought by Dave to be in our house late Friday night and during Saturday and Sunday Dave drove around and showed some things and we ate a couple places when driving.  This morning, about 8:30, Dave drove them to the truck.  On Friday and today I was in the car, too.  When Dave dropped them off, they left today about 9 while heading to the a portion of Iowa and going home to Minnesota.  BTW, on Friday, he had driven his truck from the Twin Cities, and other portions of Nebraska and South Dakota and had put his truck about 20 miles southwest away from Omaha. He left his truck at a local truck place.  When they got there this morning we gave lots of hugs!  It was a wonderful weekend.
          SO, this is the photos of them when we dropped them off today and made them SMILE!

AND, I'm sorry re: the writing.  I thought I shouldn't do it all today, but wanted to try again.  I didn't put things right.  I might re-write some of it even tomorrow.  Thank you for being so nice to me.  As I've said, the dementia has increased and I can't read and write very well any more.  Bless you all.

Monday, January 30, 2017


      My Mom died/went to Heaven on this day for 6 years ago.  Anyhow, I always think of being with her in Heaven.  AND about every year I put pieces of her on.  Well, she was 90-1/2 when she died.  I'll show the 90th year in Tacoma when I was there with my son and daughter and many of her grandkids.  So, I'll just show this.  Always makes me smile.  When I was a young kid in Tacoma when she had put us at her mom's and I was about 4.  The last time I was officially shown with her was when she was in her 80s.  So, here it is.  AND she had come to the Lord when she was 82.  She had known Him for a long time since she was a kid, but she was doing other things.  My Dad story is a whole different thing... he went to Heaven in May 20s, 1984, and he was 65.  I've shared that too very often re: how he came to the Lord.  Now I'll put the pictures that are worth a smile.

Dave and I in '97 to Tacoma, WA, at her apt.

Monday, January 23, 2017


     Well, my body has changed and a few months ago it was indicated that I should go to bed usually between 7:00 and 8:00 in the evening and getting up between 8:30 and 9:30 in the morning.  I do it, and I worship, pray, praise, glorify, and honor the Lord.  I sometime pray for people that is dropped onto my brain and heart.  I focus all night on the Lord and when He has put some of the dreams re: me and people... I'm getting to the bathroom a couple times and turning my legs and body issues, so the dreams quit momentarily.  When I'm in bed and continue to worship and praise Him, I get onto another dream.  In the morning when I wake up I never remember exactly what has been dropped onto my dream issue.  Anyhow, I can focus on the Lord all day and all night. 
    BTW,  I can't drive, and I stumble too often with my legs and use my canes, and I can't read the Bible nearly as well and I can't read the books I have. I have hundreds of books, and many of them are very involved with the history info from Christians re: the demonic. The Lord has used me for about 20 years to see this info and break out the demons, if possible. He used me to drive around and about our states to pray and worship.  And He has had me in a few nations.  So, as I've said, I can't go around any more, unless someone takes me around a bit.  I'll continue to worship and pray when I see the spiritual stuff. In the home, of course, I can't read books, but when I see the info I worship the Lord.  Anyhow, I'll just show what I really love.  When I'm driven around I take photos of clouds, sun, and moon. 
     (As soon as this is put on tonight, I'll hit the bed.)




Monday, January 16, 2017


        Sharing this info again!  I always love when my son has a birthday time.  So... here's the reason that amazingly the Lord protected me and kept him to come.  Blessings...
     I have posted more than once about how he was born miraculously... not just from bodies, but from the strong encouragement for abortion by my doctors.  I refused to do anything to take the baby out earlier.  AND it was mostly because of my serious body issue.  They were worried about the baby that would die, b/c of me.  I'll put most of that in after this next bit of "miracle" news.
      He is 44 on January 17.  I can't forget any of the situations that were piled on me for the 8 months of my pregnancy to his birth.  It was filled with scariness from the Doctors in the Redwood City, CA., area.
       And, again, here's the story of how he arrived...
=======================================================                                MY "ABORTION" MIRACLE!

       Every year when January 22nd hits, and the pro-choice and pro-life groups hit the news, I always want to stand up and holler, "LISTEN TO ME!!!!"
      The key: My son was born on January 17th, 1973.  And it's a miracle he was born.  So here's the info:

      In the Spring, 1972, I became pregnant for the serious situation time. I had had at least two miscarriages in the previous two years, and, while driving home from church that Sunday afternoon, the pain began strongly again; I was only 6 weeks pregnant. It was the exact feeling and timing of the other miscarriages. I went to a Doctor, who was available at his work place immediately on that Sunday afternoon, and after checking me, he suggested that I not have this baby, that I let "Nature" bring this to an end. He gave me some pills to take "whenever I felt that pain."  Well, at home, I was in pain that day, but even when in pain, I didn't take any pills; I was not a medicine-oriented person. What I discovered many months later was that the pills would not have relieved the pain, but would have caused a medical abortion.
      Occasionally, during the next several months, other doctors tried to convince me to let them bring the birth to an end. I was told that this baby would be a mental and physical vegetable, that I would always have to care for "it" and would never be free OR that the baby could die very soon and I would suffer from that death; "Mother Nature" had tried to free it "now."
     Well, I refused. Can't say I wasn't frightened about what the results would be. In fact, I was terrified during the pregnancy, especially when I was forced to be in bed for about two months that summer and had this fear pouring through my heart and mind constantly. But, I knew it wasn't what God would want me to do, so I simply couldn't; sometimes I felt Him hold my hand and encourage me to stand in that rocky area. The baby's Dad, my former husband, basically just told me to do what I needed to do. Except for one "spiritual" Mom in that portion of Redwood City/San Mateo who gave me a Word when she could, I walked through this alone.
      [You must recall or know that in those days talking to a pastor about these physical issues was not reasonable, or going to a counselor wasn't easy (especially since I couldn't afford it), and ultrasound wasn't a medical part of our lives. Life has most certainly changed now. I also had no family I could talk to.]     The baby was due on January 12. On the 16th, I was rushed to Stanford University for the delivery about 9 at night. Labor had kicked in that evening. When I was in that place when the baby was being delivered, about 6:30 AM the 17th, the nurse asked if I wanted to look in the mirror so I could watch the baby come out. All of a sudden, I was obviously more terrified than anyone, including me, knew it. I screamed, "NO!!!"
     And then the baby came. And HE was not a vegetable. He looked exactly like his sister who had arrived October 9, 1969, in that same hospital, he was an ounce heavier than she had been, and 1/2 inch longer in length. That was all. Period.
     They did some stuff to me and pulled out a bunch of my "baby" stuff -- so I could never have a baby again -- and I was in the hospital for a few days.  Then me and my baby went home. Didn't know anything about the Roe v. Wade abortion approval, even though this picture was taken that very day, January 22nd.


  In fact, I didn't know anything about that for some time; life was extremely stressful and my recovery took several months. Survival was my only focus then.
      But to know that the Lord gave me a son at the same time that law came into being, and that He had helped me walk through those horrible times with very caring and concerned doctors, probably some of the most seriously compelled to do the best for me and the "fetus", still just fills my heart with appreciation for Him. 

 He was baptized and his step-dad and I were there for him.
                   Steve and his son Dyllon, 3 years ago on
                   Steve's 40th B-day Steve's sister, Renae.