THE PATHS OF GOD ARE IMPORTANT!!

AND, FOR YEARS AND YEARS, HE'S TOLD ME

TO FOLLOW HIS PATHS AND SERVE AND PROTECT

MANY OF OUR PEOPLE IN THE WORLD.

I HAVE AS OFTEN AS POSSIBLE,

AND HIS BLESSINGS HAVE FILLED 

MY HEART WITH JOY.

WALKING AND WORKING HARD IN OUR WORLD,

BUT WILL BE BLESSED AND SHOWN LOVE IN

HEAVEN.

REMEMBER WHAT CHRIST TAUGHT!

WHAT I CAN COUNT ON,

FOREVER AND EVER!

 

ANGELS SAYING "AMEN!!"

When reading Revelation ... since the Lord has laid it on me many, many times... this Word jumped at me a couple days ago.

  This verse shows many words, and filled with 

truthfulism and glorifying to and for our Lord.

Rejoicing is what counts, as it says,

 "Forever and ever!"

"THE PRESENCE OF GOD"

    For several days the Lord had me re-reading a book I was given in Tacoma by a dear spiritual friend at her house when I was about 22, and she was about 35 then-- so I'll be 70 in about 3 weeks and she's about 83.
    I couldn't keep that official book  forever, because a few years later I gave it to someone who needed to know more of the Lord than I could explain.             Then, about 20 years later,  the same named book with entirely different picture, was given to me when men were using it at churches.  [And, I sure loved to see what seems to be Mount Rainier!] 
     I've read the book several, several times in all these years. Well, the Lord laid it on me again a week ago, and I read several pages a day when reading the Bible [Revelation, consistently several times again in other Bibles] and Daily Words. I finished "The Practice.." book today and some of what it ended with just grabbed my heart, soul, and spirit again. I sure look forward to seeing Brother Lawrence when I'm in heaven. He died Feb. 12, 1691, was 80 years old, and had come to the Lord when he was about 18. He had been used in practical working situations in Catholic housing areas ... dishes, food, going around to help ... and significant teaching to ones, too. He was in France as a monastery. He did MUCH, which he'd never expected God would use him to spread God's Word around. Anyhow, it's a blessing to read it. Very glad the Lord prodded it on me again a couple weeks ago. Hope you could see it, and through Amazon or other place, read it and rejoicing in our Lord.

"THE SOROTI PROJECT"

IN THE NEXT DAY OR TWO OR THREE

THIS IS OFFICIALLY SENT OUT THROUGH AMAZON, AND PUBLISHED THROUGH FISTBUMP, MEDIA.

IN AMAZON IT'S VARIETY OF WAYS WILL BE IN PLACE WHILE LETTING PEOPLE DO WHAT THEY WANT.

OH..

AND IT'S BEEN CONNECTED TO MY OTHER BOOK,
 "THE ANNIE PROJECT"

AND THIS OTHER BOOK WRITTEN TO FIX IT WITH HOW I, "CARY", WAS IN UGANDA TO BE AT THE SOROTI SITUATION IN PORTION 3 OF THE "ANNIE" BOOK, WHICH IS CALLED, "LIFE GETS COMPLICATED".  SO HERE THAT IS:

 

I'm very, very happy and very, very relieved since I've been writing this in a variety of ways since I was in Soroti in late '03 and early '04.  Anyhow, the share the reality of what was going on when kids were being significantly abused by the LRA and seeing the seriousness of the pastors that I was involved with and to see bodies that had lost legs or parts of other portions of their bodies when being thoroughly abused.  As I often say, I came home with PTS that lasted for about 4 months.  I had done what the Lord called me to do...and Dave sent me off there, because he knew the Lord wanted me to be there.  He could only come the last 2 weeks, and he couldn't go to Soroti, mostly b/c of our timing situation, and he took wonderful care of me there and when I came back here.  He's a blessing!

HALLELUJAH RE: BOTH BIRDS AND US!

A couple days ago, this Word was dropped in on me.

When trying to find a local bird I could use as the Word

I suddenly discovered that I had done it another time ago.

Obviously, the Word and the bird grabbed beautifully...

AGAIN!

Here's another couple pictures popped on to share.  

Hope you'll smile and rejoice with me.

YEP!! I'm a bird addict!!  I often think of them, when I'm on my way to heaven, that they will surround me and flying with me up beyond the clouds, and then the angels will take over.
But I sure smile and love the birds around me here, or anywhere I'm driving or traveling in our nation or when
living in Uganda, visiting in Costa Rica and Morocco.
I've seen much of them many times. 
HALLELUJAH!! 

CRUSHING SATAN...

     MANY OF US HAVE DONE THIS AROUND AND ABOUT OUR WORLD AND IN OUR CITIES.  IN THIS CASE, OUR GROUP CALLED FIRST RESPONDERS, FREQUENTLY ATTENDED A DAY OR SO AFTER MURDERS HAVE OCCURRED.  WHEN WE ARRIVE WE PRAY FOR THE FAMILY AND FRIENDS AND THE NEARBY YARDS AND THE STREETS.  THE SATANIC PORTIONS IN QUITE A NUMBER OF PLACES HAVE BEEN REMOVED, ONE WAY OR ANOTHER.

     WHEN THIS PICTURE WAS TAKEN, IT WAS MY FEET, BUT WHICH I DIDN'T KNOW IMMEDIATELY, IT WAS EXACTLY WHERE THE MURDERED MAN'S BODY HAD HIT THIS YARD AND I  WAS TOLD, BY THE POLICE, IT WAS RIGHT WHERE I WAS STANDING. 

SATAN WILL NOT BE IN HEAVEN.  HALLELUJAH!!!

[BTW, MY HUSBAND WROTE A WONDERFUL SONG BASED ON THIS VERSE OF ROMANS 16:20. I LOVED BEING ONE OF HIS PLAYERS AND I SURE LIKE TO LISTEN, EVEN NOW, AFTER NEARLY 10 YEARS SINCE HE DID A DVD PORTION WITH ABOUT A DOZEN OF THE SONGS.  WHAT A TREAT!]

HEAVENLY HOME!!

EVERY DAY I'M THINKING OF HEAVEN.

NEARLY EVERY DAY AND EVERY NIGHT, 

I'M SEEING AND THINKING OF

 MY WORSHIPING TIME WHEN THERE,

AND MY FOREVER LOCATION WHEN THERE.

I GET VERY EXCITED!!

CAN HARDLY WAIT!!! 

WE CAN HARDLY WAIT!!!

THIS VERSE GRABBED ME YESTERDAY!

TODAY I SAW A PHOTO AND KNEW IT COULD BE USED

REASONABLY RE: THE WORD!

HALLELUJAH!!

CAN HARDLY WAIT TO BE THERE

TO SEE OUR LORD, SPIRITS, ANGELS, PROPHETS, 

SPIRITUAL BROTHERS AND SISTERS AND 

THE LIFELONG PHYSICAL FAMILY AND FRIENDS.

AND KNOW I'LL BE INSIDE A HOUSE AND HAVE IT

FOREVER!!!

MY LORD HEALED ME THEN -- AND MANY OTHER TIMES!!

 Today, when reading a variety of healing issues in my Bible, I was rejoicing because I had been healed many times by the Lord.  He healed my heart several times -- when I was 27, 38, 42 for certain.  He kept from murderers -- some planning to do it to me, and I knew that when I was a young kid.  I also was arranging to do it to them.  For instance, when I was 7 years old in Tacoma and keeping a knife with me when babysitting my 3 sisters [had 5 eventually, BTW] and wouldn't let anyone break into the house and hurt us or steal stuff.   I'm a very gratefully "love of the Lord" person.  He's healed me many ways, physically and mentally.  As I often say now, I could have died from 6 to 42, for sure.  So, sharing this amazing story re: how God protected me and didn't let my legs be too damaged, that's another amazing piece I thought of this morning.  I'm very much blessing and praising the Lord hours and hours a day.  I first put this on to all of you on my blog in April 30, '12.  Sharing it again, even though it's long, is because how the Lord blessed me, even though I didn't know Him very well then.

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     When I had just turned 6 years old, the summer of 1951, still living in the “Birdhouse”, outside Klickitat, WA, a rather unusual event occurred.  I don’t think I knew anything about angels, except when I saw something about Christmas and the angels singing to the shepherds.  That would have been “it”.  However, I happen to believe they were very busy taking care of me.
     My Dad was headed out for milk and, instead of heading to Klickitat, he went the other direction to a farm about a mile up the road.  He took me with him.  He was driving an old-style station wagon.
     In that area, the Birdhouse, the other houses, the pastures, fields and farms were on one side of the road.  The Klickitat River was on the other, with just a few feet between it and the road, with only a grassy ditch and a few boulders before the rushing water.

     Since we were driving north, that meant he would be turning left onto the farm.
     Before we reached it, when I could see the farmhouse in the distance, I was thinking, “I don’t want to be left in the car.  I want to get out.”  To be ready, I held onto the door handle very firmly.
     Well, Dad slowed down to turn left, the door handle went down, and I swung out of the car, grasping the handle.  The door opened wide.  I was scared, of course, but also thinking, “If I let go, I can land in the ditch and it could have snakes!”  So, I held onto the handle.  The door swung back towards the car, and I was forced to let go, and tossed under the car.  The car was moving slowly, since Dad was preparing to turn, but not stopped.  As a result, the rear tires ran over my legs, angling from the top of one leg to the calf of another.
     My Dad hit the brakes, of course, jumped out of the car and over the hood to find me.  Before he reached me, behind the car, I had already rolled over to my stomach and was banging my head on the soft tar road and saying to myself, “Stupid.  Stupid.  Stupid.” 
     There was a car behind us and it stopped immediately.  The driver was a teenaged boy that we knew.  “Bob”, 16, had been in Klickitat at the Swimming Hole, and was wearing only swim trunks, because he was heading home.  

       He was embarrassed to be in this situation, with nothing else to wear, but he held me in the car while Dad drove [raced!] to the nearest town with doctors and a hospital.  Goldendale and Klickitat are about 20 miles apart, which wouldn’t seem like such a big deal in our present way of thinking, except, in this case, Klickitat was in the valley by the river and Goldendale was up on the high plains.  

       This road then [and now] would have a section that was hairpin curving up the grade, a rock cliff on one side, a drop to the river.. sometimes hundreds of feet... on the other and no guard rails.  I expect Dad drove dangerously, to say the least.
     When we reached Goldendale, Dad went to a Doctor first.  All I remember is laying on the table and having my jeans cut off.  You see, if nothing else, the fact that it was July, HOT, and the road covered with tar, my jeans were black from that soft road topping, and stuck to me.  The tire pattern was very clearly seen.  After the jeans were off, which I was angry about, because I liked them, Dad took me to the hospital. Next medical event was an X-ray. 

      Miracle?  My legs were not broken.  I had very few bruises or scrapes.  Dad was told that the reason my legs weren’t broken was because the angle was the only one that would have prevented that from happening.  The worst bruise?  My forehead where I had been hammering on the ground, angry at myself, because I was “stupid”.

      I was in the hospital for 3 days.  They didn’t think I would be, or should be, walking and putting pressure on my legs.  Now, remember, in those days, especially a small hospital, when there was space in a room, under fairly normal circumstances, you would simply be in a room with whoever was there.  The room they put me in had an “older” lady and she was in some sort of recovery, but needed rest.  I anticipate that I drove her crazy.  I was supposed to stay in bed, but didn’t.  I climbed in and out, and, sometimes, jumped up and down from the bed.  Mom and Dad could come in the evening for a short visit, but I vaguely recall that they were told that I wasn’t doing what I was supposed to.  Since I didn’t seem to need more recovery, they sent me home.  I don’t think I was ever back for a checkup.
     Now, when I reached home, I think I actually settled down and rested more for a short stretch.
     I have never had future leg issues.  My muscles and joints are usually painless, even 60-plus years later.  Compared to many of my family and friends in my general age range, that is pretty amazing.

     When I think of the times that God protected me, knew me so long before I knew Him — DUH!!! — and had assigned angels to me, I expect this was one of the top ones; definitely not the first one, knowing my childhood seriosity history, but rather important, doncha think?
     And, remember that time, recalling those amazing details, I always smile.  Big Time.

 

I THIRST FOR HIM WHENEVER!

READING A BIBLE PORTION THIS MORNING, 

THIS PSALM PIECE JUMPED OUT AT ME 

VERY STRONGLY.  NOT THE ONLY TIME I'VE 

READ THIS VERSE, OF COURSE, BUT IT 

TRULY GRABBED ME THIS MORNING, 

SO I DECIDED TO TOSS IT OUT AT 

ALL OF YOU IN THE WORLD.  

TRULY, TRULY, TRULY!!

OH, AND I TOOK THIS PHOTO IN SPRING, '09, WHEN DRIVING 

TO AND FROM OMAHA TO CALIFORNIA TO GO TO A SPECIAL EVENT 

IN SAN DIEGO, WHERE I'D NEVER BEEN.  THE LORD TOLD ME TO GO,

 SO I DID.  IT WAS WORTH IT!!  AND HE TOLD ME TO DRIVE, 

NOT FLY, BECAUSE I COULD SEE PEOPLE FROM HERE TO THERE

 AND BACK AGAIN, SEEING SPIRITUAL WARFARE SITUATIONS

 AND DEMONIC ISSUES IN A VARIETY OF STATES.  

ONE OF MY FAVORITES WAS STAYING AT A COLLEGE AREA

 A BIT NORTHWEST OF LOS ANGELES, AND SEEING

 A PICTURE  OF MY FAVORITE MISSIONARY LADY WHO

 I'D READ ABOUT FOR MANY YEARS.  IT WAS RIGHT BY THE 

MAIN DOOR IN THAT APARTMENT AREA.

  WHAT A BLESSING THAT WAS!

 

YES! LOOKING FORWARD TO OUR LORD'S ARRIVAL!!

YES!  I CAN HARDLY WAIT FOR HIS RETURN...

OR

CAN HARDLY WAIT TO MEET HIM,

WHETHER I'M IN HEAVEN OR ON EARTH,

BECAUSE HE IS WHAT COUNTS,

FOREVER AND EVER.

And these Pastors, Dave and Mary Lee ["Ducky"] Gens

are good friends, wonderfully connected to me re: spiritual warfare about 12 years ago.  They have been wonderfully pastoral for many years.  I love them a LOT and they really take care of serious situations in their town or surrounding the area.  They've also been playing piano [Ducky] and guitar [Dave] and preaching at the Red Lake Reservation many times, nearly 100 miles away.  Pastor Josephine is the leader there. [I've been there a number of times, too, to do some preaching and sharing and teaching. And it's been a real treat, occasionally, to have Dave and Ducky there at the same time.]  I love to see and know when I can have time with Dave and Ducky.  My husband really likes them, too, and he's played music with them, since my husband is a great pianist.

Me with Ducky and Dave, September, '14.

And on their porch, I was quickly leaving back to where I'd be staying in another portion of northern MN, at the home of my friend, Susan.  It is about 130 miles away from Baudette to near Clearbrook.  Done it many times and have loved being and seeing so much.  So, I'll leave this with the photos of the Baudette area 

and make people smile and smile again.