PRAISING THE LORD!

THIS GRABBED MY HEART TODAY!

PRAISING OUR HEAVENLY FATHER IS ALL WE CAN DO,

FOREVER AND EVER.

AND, THEN, A PHOTO OF ME FEEDING

ONE SIMILAR TO THIS.  WORTH A SMILE!

 

 

SPIRITUAL WARFARE

ABOUT 10 YEARS ON MY CAR LICENSE, BTW!

In the past 5 months the Lord has told me several times a week to drive around our general area... even thoroughly inside Omaha or, at the most, about 20 miles outside of Omaha... and my God-job is to worship, pray, praise, and focus on the demonic pieces that have been in our area and, consequently, pray strongly.  For more than 25 years I've been involved with something that is called Spiritual Warfare.  Basically, it's studying the history re: other gods being chosen, worshiped, sacrificed to, and being rejoiced over.  I have met some wonderful friends connected to Spiritual Warfare/Spiritual Mapping.  And those I'm involved with are in my general state area or in several of our states to the West and East and in other nations.  The Lord used me in a few of the nations to focus on the prayer and considering the way the Lord will be worshiped quickly and that anything demonic can lose some of the time with the people.  Since my body and brain are struggling day-by-day now, even shortly before I turned 70 in July, I can't drive to other distant states which I've done for years, and can't go to other nations.  Serving the Lord in my house and driving nearby is all I can do.  So, I'd love to  show some of the photos that were used in other nations... mostly shown in Uganda, Morocco, Costa Rica, and England... but can't do it all.  Some of the people that I was with were strongly involved in dealing with the spiritual issues and I just happened to be there, hearing info, and being taken around to see more.  In the U.S., I've usually been in the western portion, with all the states north and south.  Then, in the eastern portion, I was used that way in the 1990s, and strongly on 2009.   Some were wonderful situations and some broke my heart.  Don't know when I can do much any more, b/c of my age thing.  As I've said, my body and brain aren't working very well any more.  

       OH, and using the photo taken of me in Morocco, April, '01.  Gave it to my mom when I got back, even though she had hoped I would be on a camel, and this was all I could do, and she laughed and loved having it.  After she went to heaven in end of January, '11, when she was 90-1/2 years old, it was given back to me from my sisters.  Every day when I see this in my living room, I never forget that she loved this and was excited when I gave it to her.

TRUSTING THE LORD'S WORDS!

THIS GRABBED MY ATTENTION AND MY HEART

JUST NOW!  

COULDN'T NOT SHARE IT IMMEDIATELY

AND POP IT INTO THE HEARTS OF MANY.

BLESSINGS TO AND FROM THE HEAVENLY FATHER!

THAT'S ALL THAT COUNTS.

 

FILLED MOUTH TO THE LORD!

THIS IS VERY CONSISTENTLY! 

WAS OFF-AND-ON MANY YEARS AGO, 

B/C I NEEDED TO LEARN MUCH.

AND NOW IS MY EVERY-MOMENT-ISSUE

FOR PRAISING, REJOICING, AND HONORING

MY HEAVENLY FATHER.

THAT'S ALL THAT COUNTS ON EARTH,

AND WILL BE WONDERFUL

IN HEAVEN!

AND I'M TRULY COUNTING ON THAT

MOMENT-BY-MOMENT.

REVELATION...AND MY HEART!

REVELATION IS ON MY HEART AGAIN.

THE LORD TOLD ME TODAY THAT, 

WHEN I FINISH OTHER BIBLE BOOKS, 

WHICH WILL BE TOMORROW,

 THAT I AM TO GO BACK TO REVELATION.

  

I'VE READ IT MANY, MANY TIMES.  AND SINCE MY HEAVENLY FATHER IS INDICATING THAT I NEED TO READ IT AGAIN, STRONGLY I WILL FOCUS ON THAT WORLDWIDE INFO. 

AND A BLESSING IS THAT WHEN I WAS

IN MOROCCO BACK IN APRIL, 2001,

 [ALONG WITH A FEW HUNDREDS OF OTHERS THERE 

AT THAT TIME FROM A VARIETY OF NATIONS] 

 TO BE A PRAYER AND A HELPER FOR 

A SHORT STRETCH OF TIME. 

I STILL SEE THAT SOME OVER THERE LOOK ON MY BLOG.

 THAT IS A HUGE BLESSING!  

I CAN HARDLY WAIT TO BE WITH AND SEE 

OUR HEAVENLY FATHER.

BLESS YOU ALL FOR YOUR LOVE FOR HIM!

ANNIVERSARY RE: 30 YEARS

This could be very funny.  I had thought, because of his work at church and his piano students, that we were going to have lunch.  He said he'd pick me up at 11:00 and I assumed we'd be home at 1:00.  This morning he didn't say anything, but just started driving a bit further in Omaha.  I assumed he was just looking for special lunch place.  Then he hit the Interstate in Omaha and went to I-29 in Iowa and started hitting the north portion.  I was still thinking there would be a town or side thing that he wanted to be at.  WELL, he drove and drove and didn't tell me anything and I began to think it might be to Sioux City, which is about 100 miles.  So, I was surprised re: his timing, but thought it might be OK.  THEN, he started going northeast from Sioux City.  When I began to see Le Mars town info as the next strong town.  We'd been there about a year ago shortly after our anniversary of 29th year and had been mostly up in the Twin Cities area and around and about a bit to get up to Duluth to see the North Shore of Lake Superior.  Anyhow, on the way back home to Omaha, we somehow ended up in the town of Le Mars.  The ice cream in that town then, which is famous, just grabbed us.  AND we ended up talking to a couple of the workers and that business had a lot of the Christianity involved.  I was thoroughly blessed.  And we were home later that day in October.  I had never anticipated being there again.  For Dave to drive there today, and spend about an hour there today eating the ice cream and being blessed, then he hit the road to come home.  The total timing was that we left home about 11:15 and got home at 4:45.  What a surprise!!  He drove on another side of the highways, and we saw a few other things, and could pray and worship re: the sinfulness that I could see around and about.    SO I'm going to show the photos of the time at Le Mars.  Hope you'll smile.  AND I'm 70 now since July 9th and he'll be 56 on October 6th.  HE's been a blessing to me from the Lord.  And my kids and grandkids and family of my sisters and their kids all love my husband.  He truly is a blessing.  I'll put a couple photos of our wedding, but other than that I'll just put on today's pictures.  Hope you'll smile.  AND he wants to take me out to dinner.  So I'll finish this and I'll let him know that I'm willing to go out and eat. Now I'll shut up.

THE GOD OF PEACE...

This was taken by me to my feet when I was at First Responders at a murder site several months ago.  When standing right by a tree, I was told that my feet were where the murdered man had hit the ground right there.  We were praying for the nearby homes...none were connected to this murder, but his body hit their yard...and some people came by who had thought who the man was.  Anyhow, the Word of God grabbed me that time when I saw the photo.

About 15 years ago, my husband, Dave, had written a song, There is No Counsel/Underneath Your Feet.  After Proverbs 21:30, Psalm 2:2-4, II Corinthians 10:4, then this verse of Romans 16:20 was used:

 The God of peace, living through us, is crushing him,

 underneath our feet...

The God of peace is crushing Satan underneath our feet.

In the dust and broken laying underneath our feet,

 nevermore to rise again from underneath our feet....

The God of peace is crushing Satan underneath our feet.

Underneath our feet:

 underneath, underneath, underneath our feet!

We've played it many times in the past years and people sang and sang and rejoiced!!  Years ago Dave's favorite portion of the Bible is Romans 16:20.  I agree with that wonderfulness!!  Every day I think of it. 

BTW, trusting the Lord is all I can ever do, and focusing on Him from now to Heaven and then, when I'm there, I'll certainly continually focus on Him forever and ever.  Nothing else counts!  I can hardly wait!!

 

TO GOD IN HEAVEN!

THAT'S ALL THAT COUNTS...

FOREVER AND EVER,

AMEN!

REVELATION IN MY LIFE...AGAIN AND AGAIN

About 2-1/2 years ago, I, during the driving to the NW area, was able to take some amazing photos, partially as I'm a cloud addict.  Then the Lord gave me the poetic words I could use re: Revelation.  It bit me then, and hit me today. I hope hearts will rejoice with and for the Lord.   

The Lord laid Revelation on me to read many, many years ago, probably over and over.  It ranks right up as a favorite book, and I enjoy it... it thoroughly excites me.  Since, in our present-day world, the sinfulness connected to Sodom and Gomorrah thousands of years ago is very strong.  It's grabbing my heart and I'm truly focusing on Heaven.  And focusing on the Words of Revelation.  Can't understand everything historically, but can recognize the purposes and plans of many of the angels that are being spread around through our Heavenly Father. 

Then Chapter 7:12 has one of my favorite portions.  The host comes from every nation, tribe, people, language...then the angels and four living creatures...and then they all fall prostrate before the throne and worship God and the Lamb of God...and this verse just explodes.  I have it underlined big time and read it with a loud, roaring, "hallelujah-ing" voice:

 Amen! (So be it!) they cried. Blessing and glory and majesty and splendor and wisdom and thanks and honor and power and might [be ascribed] to our God to the ages and ages (forever and ever, throughout the eternities of the eternities)! Amen! (So be it!)  [Amplified]

SOROTI RE: ONE OF MY FAVORITE GIRLS IN MY HEART!

     

 
      Whenever I am looking through my Soroti times, I always think of this girls.  She would be about 16 years old now and I hope she was somehow connected to parents or others who would take care of her.  She was taken care of and most kids of that size wouldn't be at the project that up to a couple hundred kids, usually in their teens.  She always caught my attention, even for the couple days I had seen her.  So, this was info I had shared shortly after being a blog person and loved seeing this girl.  A few times I've put this photo on FB or other places to have people in our nation and others to get people to stop complaining when they didn't like their clothes, because they weren't perfect.  Well, this was awful, and she smiled and smiled and smiled.  It had been a serious ruined special dress.  And she loved it. So, this is the info again.
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      Several years ago when I was in Soroti, Uganda, to help with the IDP situation after the LRA rebels had invaded the general area a few months earlier, I went to the local rescued children's camp to interview some of the kids. Out of the hundreds that were there, even though I was able to touch and bless many, many of them, I only interviewed about 20 during the visits -- and not one of those were "rescued" [as the camp was named] ... instead, each one had escaped, sometimes during very dangerous times, such as cross-fire between the rebels and the army/local militia, or were abandoned by the rebels because their legs or feet were damaged and they were no longer able to carry the heavy loads. They were left to die and had no food, water; miraculously they were found within a few days and survived. Some escaped simply by walking off when the rebels were distracted. Most stories made me cry or scream [which I did when I returned to the ministry compound where I was staying] and some made me want to laugh, simply because of the way God had opened a door for them to walk through.
      The Lord laid it on me recently to start writing the book I've worked on off and on over these past few years. Just re-reading my journals and emails and letters has caused my heart to explode towards those children again. I have SO desired to return to Soroti to track down the children I interviewed [most aged 10 to 16 at the time, so young adults now] and see how they and their families have come through that terrible stretch of time.
      This is one of the children I always think of. I didn't interview her. She was a young girl who had, most likely, been separated from her family while fleeing the rebels, and had either not been able to reconnect or was being kept in this camp because the parents in another camp couldn't feed her, which was not at all uncommon. I've always thought of her as a poster child for any person who says, while digging through their dresser drawer or closet, "I can't find anything to wear." To see her wearing this "fancy" dress, and smiling gently ... it always makes me make sure I keep my mouth shut if I am ever tempted to think that "nothing to wear" way.
      She is definitely a child I would love to find....

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      And, re-reading and seeing her on here again,  I love and miss so many from Soroti!!!  Even though it's been nearly 13 years since I was there, I've thought of and focused on that part of the world, over and over again.  IF I was younger and IF I could be there, I would run around and grab anyone I could.  Some of the pastors were very strongly involved with me.  I miss them very much and think of them and love them.

FOCUSING ON HEAVEN!

I spread this photo and Word around to people
 a while ago, but sharing it again.

I'm focusing day-by-day and night-by-night 
on worshiping, glorifying, and praising the Lord,
 and rather frequently focusing on Heaven.

 So,  I can share my spiritual reality 
around and about our area and around the world.

 Hope it will touch hearts...

and souls and spirits.

BLESSINGS TO ALL OF YOU AND YOURS!

 

BLESSED BE OUR LORD!!

     Recently, our Heavenly Father has had me driving around our area, worshiping and praying and dealing with demons and other gods that have lived in our area for dozens of years, hundreds of years, or a thousand of years.  Praying and glorifying to and for our Lord is what we can do to strengthen the variety of where those others have been strongly here historically.  
     The Lord, in the past 20 years, has had me doing that around our nation and in Uganda, Morocco, Costa Rica, and Canada.  He has used me in a variety of locations to be a prayer walker or prayer driver.   NOW, because of my age issue and brain issue, He has laid it on me to drive or walk around the Omaha area a few months now and several days a week for an hour or so.  This has been a whole different section of our city area for me to be worshiping and praying.
     Anyhow, when digging through my photos today, seeing this one was a heart-grabber for me.  That is what counts, forever and ever.  And all those world-size stretches are connected to the thousands of years how the Heavenly Father happily desired our world to be strongly in Him.  He has strongly laid this on my heart consistently in a number of years in the past,  and now it has entered me to focus moment-by-moment.   I truly hope things will change safely and wonderfully.
     Bless Him and bless my co-spiritual family/friends.  Love...

ISAIAH IS AROUND OUR NATIONS AND OUR HEAVENS!

THIS GRABBED MY HEART TODAY!

I WAS LOOKING THROUGH THE

HUNDREDS AND HUNDREDS OF PHOTOS I TOOK

ON THAT TRIP AND THIS JUMPED AT ME.

 IT'S A BLESSING!

FLINTY FACE...PROTECTION BY JESUS!!

       While reading Luke 9 in times past, I was drawn to the verses that talk about Jesus "setting his face" towards Jerusalem. Isaiah 50:7 refers to setting a face like flint. It reminded me of the times when I actually have that same sense and I know the Lord has called me to do something outside my normal pattern, my comfort zone.
     When the "flinty face" happens, my understanding has grown that it is God's way of telling me I'm headed into a tough situation or onto an unfamiliar path and I must not let fear, or other interfering emotions, deter me from "following my face."

     Two examples, both in Uganda and U.S.:

     Twelve years ago He laid it on me big time to go to Soroti, Uganda, to help in the rebel/IDP situation . I felt very insecure at first. Not the "going", because I'm nearly always ready and willing to do that, but having no idea how I could help in a war zone; I'm definitely not a medical person, which was the obvious need. From the beginning of the "call" -- so intense and specific -- I could, at certain times, feel my face becoming "flinty". Occasionally, during the stretch between the "call" in early September, until my arrival in Uganda in mid-November, if someone told me they disapproved of what I was planning and they didn't believe I'd heard correctly, I felt my face tighten and harden ... and it wasn't because I was torked at the person who was challenging me. It was simply because the Lord was making sure I didn't let anything, or anyone, interfere with His instructions.
     When I reached Uganda, while resting and prepping and hanging out with my many Ugandan family and friends at a ministry location, a hundred miles or so from Soroti, one of the organization's leaders told me I seemed "too determined" and he couldn't guarantee they would help me or allow me to help them. While he was talking to me, I felt my face tighten, and I, basically, told him whether they approved or not, I was going because that was what God had called me to do. Period. He said I was being too inflexible, but I knew "flint" doesn't "flex". Within a few days he had "caved" to my desires and for part of my time, I did work with and for them. My time in Soroti was one of the hardest -- if not THE hardest -- ministry stretches I've ever faced, even though I met many wonderful pastors, international aide workers, and locals. I returned home in mid-February and was in emotional and physical recovery for several months. However, not once did I question whether I was in the right place at the right time.

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     The most recent "flint" occurred in July, '09. The Lord called me to drive a truck from Omaha to New Hampshire, and I'd be visiting a friend and his wife in Middle Island, NY, and then flying home. Going out, I had never driven anything diesel. I had never driven anything that long/large. I had never driven through much of that part of the country. I had several scary driving situations due to weather, my inexperience, other folks' popping their cars around the truck and startling me. "Help me, Jesus" was hollered hundreds of times, I'm sure. And, if He hadn't responded, not only would the household belongings in the truck have been damaged, but quite possibly my body. Also, while driving, I could sense that not only was I crossing "state" lines, but crossing spiritual lines. The spiritual discernment gift of mine, that's a little on the weak side much of the time, was greatly sensitized. Knowing these things really kept me on constant alert. After 3 very long 12-to-15- hour driving days, I reached there in good condition, other than exhausted, and, miraculously, nothing in the truck was damaged.

     Quite often I "feel" the Lord wants me to go somewhere and I prepare for the trip. During the prep time, I usually move cautiously to make sure I'm not just in a mood to "run away from home" -- away from the frustrations and everydayness of life.
     -- And then there are those other times... those amazing times .... when my face turns from "flint" to "faith". 

 

Getting on the plane in Middle Island.