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.
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.
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, underneathour 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!!
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.
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]
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. ================================================== 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....
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.
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...
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.
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
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".