Sunday, December 6, 2009
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Chapter 10 Divine
Last March Kiera and I separately received prophetic words/prayers for Eric.
Kiera's word:
Open the door/gate
Open the Bible
Be alert
God has faith in you
He has a treasure for you
that is waiting just for you
Birds are singing
Leaves are falling
Trees are blowing in your face
There is a promise in the storm
Rebuke Satan
Leave spirit of rejection
The word I heard in the spirit:
You went to jail
You are being given time to walk
through the door of restoration
You have to walk through the door alone
You keep trying to walk through with people and agenda's
You won't fit because the gate is narrow
God will be your only companion
He wants to walk with you
that is the desire of His heart
to be your friend
because
you are His beloved son.
Rejection, abandonment, and trauma
have come against you and bound your mind
and created a warped framework
that you look and operate out of
God so desires to restore you and heal your broken heart.
As I was driving a few weeks ago to an appointment, I saw my Eric walking in the rain with a box balanced on his head. While there have been sporadic phone calls over the past few years...I have not seen him in five years. I drove past him initially, not really sure what to do.
After asking the Lord, I felt I was to got back.
I pulled up next to him and asked him what he was doing? As he stood there, he put the box down on the ground near his feet. The rain was falling on him but he had a hood on. I kept talking to him through my open car door window. (As I was talking to him I realized he was coming down from a high...which he admitted to.) I asked him if he needed something to eat. He said no and I asked when the last time he had eaten and he said that morning. I asked him if he still had that word that Kiera had gotten from the Lord for him last spring. (I had been able to give it to him when he had called last spring) He said he did not have it with him...so I reminded him of a key line in that prayer...which says there is a promise in the storm...I reiterated to him that their was a promise in his storm and that the Lord would forgive him instantly if he walked out of this old worn out yesterday role he continues to walk in. He got teary eyed...but no response. I looked down into the box and realized it was full of liquor.
I asked him if he wanted me to take him to the Bridge (Homeless Shelter in Dallas, TX) or to a rehab...he declined both offers. He is living on the streets - with out a plan! I asked if I could pray for him....it was a good prayer but a difficult prayer in that I instantly felt defenses go up around him - lots of resistance.....after asking him again...was there anything I could do for him and replying no...he picked his box back up and put it on his head and walked away in the rain.
I so feel that this event was a prophetic message to me (and others)...of how to pray for Eric. I felt like the Lord said to pray that his "boxed in thinking...his addiction" would be broken off him. That that box is not only blocking all the blessings and glory God wants to pour upon him...but it really blocks any kind of clear/rational thinking. Please pray that he would receive the revelation that he has the power to put his addiction down as he did so easily when we were talking.
He also had this bright bright green backpack on his back (which would never have been his style and kinda stuck out in a neighborhood...you would not want to draw attention to yourself.) I felt like the Lord said he has access to life/future to move forward but he can't see that because it is behind him but if he will just turn around and walk away from that lifestyle that resurrection life is right in front of him!
I would like to ask to come into agreement with Kiera and I for Eric's life to be restored. I believe it can happen. I also do not think it was some random meeting...five represents grace...so I believe God truly is offering Eric His grace!
Kiera's word:
Open the door/gate
Open the Bible
Be alert
God has faith in you
He has a treasure for you
that is waiting just for you
Birds are singing
Leaves are falling
Trees are blowing in your face
There is a promise in the storm
Rebuke Satan
Leave spirit of rejection
The word I heard in the spirit:
You went to jail
You are being given time to walk
through the door of restoration
You have to walk through the door alone
You keep trying to walk through with people and agenda's
You won't fit because the gate is narrow
God will be your only companion
He wants to walk with you
that is the desire of His heart
to be your friend
because
you are His beloved son.
Rejection, abandonment, and trauma
have come against you and bound your mind
and created a warped framework
that you look and operate out of
God so desires to restore you and heal your broken heart.
As I was driving a few weeks ago to an appointment, I saw my Eric walking in the rain with a box balanced on his head. While there have been sporadic phone calls over the past few years...I have not seen him in five years. I drove past him initially, not really sure what to do.
After asking the Lord, I felt I was to got back.
I pulled up next to him and asked him what he was doing? As he stood there, he put the box down on the ground near his feet. The rain was falling on him but he had a hood on. I kept talking to him through my open car door window. (As I was talking to him I realized he was coming down from a high...which he admitted to.) I asked him if he needed something to eat. He said no and I asked when the last time he had eaten and he said that morning. I asked him if he still had that word that Kiera had gotten from the Lord for him last spring. (I had been able to give it to him when he had called last spring) He said he did not have it with him...so I reminded him of a key line in that prayer...which says there is a promise in the storm...I reiterated to him that their was a promise in his storm and that the Lord would forgive him instantly if he walked out of this old worn out yesterday role he continues to walk in. He got teary eyed...but no response. I looked down into the box and realized it was full of liquor.
I asked him if he wanted me to take him to the Bridge (Homeless Shelter in Dallas, TX) or to a rehab...he declined both offers. He is living on the streets - with out a plan! I asked if I could pray for him....it was a good prayer but a difficult prayer in that I instantly felt defenses go up around him - lots of resistance.....after asking him again...was there anything I could do for him and replying no...he picked his box back up and put it on his head and walked away in the rain.
I so feel that this event was a prophetic message to me (and others)...of how to pray for Eric. I felt like the Lord said to pray that his "boxed in thinking...his addiction" would be broken off him. That that box is not only blocking all the blessings and glory God wants to pour upon him...but it really blocks any kind of clear/rational thinking. Please pray that he would receive the revelation that he has the power to put his addiction down as he did so easily when we were talking.
He also had this bright bright green backpack on his back (which would never have been his style and kinda stuck out in a neighborhood...you would not want to draw attention to yourself.) I felt like the Lord said he has access to life/future to move forward but he can't see that because it is behind him but if he will just turn around and walk away from that lifestyle that resurrection life is right in front of him!
I would like to ask to come into agreement with Kiera and I for Eric's life to be restored. I believe it can happen. I also do not think it was some random meeting...five represents grace...so I believe God truly is offering Eric His grace!
Friday, November 27, 2009
Long Shot!
I had a mission when we arrived at Target, on Black Friday. I knew that they had the Casio Keyboards on sale for half price and I wanted to buy one for Kiera for Christmas. I had only one small problem...she was with me. I did not know how long the sale or inventory would last and I did not want to miss out on a great deal. So, I devised a plan. I got a cart and a giant quilt (which had already been unwrapped) from the Bedding Department. I told Kiera to wait on the movie aisle and not peek. I hurried and had the salesman quickly put the keyboard in my basket and covered it with the giant quilt. I picked Kiera back up with the shrouded gift. We shopped for a while and the plan was going well until a corner of the quilt came up and revealed the photo of the keyboard. She began squealing and jumping up and down in pure excitement! I was sick to my stomach...half the excitement on Christmas morning was the element of suprise and the glee on your childs face...then the verbal pressure began to be poured upon me...about how she would be unable to concentrate at school because she would be thinking about her keyboard...how if she were able to play it tonight...she could probably write a top 40 hit........Yes, I caved. I decided to enjoy the wave of enthusiasm and hope it would carry us closer to Christmas Day!
Purely Fiction
Today, Kiera and I were doing art together and I decided to write and illustrate a silly story for her. Items used: Martha Stewart magazine, glue stick, scissors, crayons, black felt tip marker, a journal and a bit of creativity!
Friday, November 13, 2009
A Four Year old Vessel
The following story is being told to bring honor to our King, our Father in Heaven. He so desires for us ALL to walk in His manifest power and glory! It is so easy, that even a four year old can be a conduit for His power!
When Kiera was in Pre-K, she attended the after school program and he had a sweet teacher named Ms. O. One day Kiera asked Ms. O to please tie her shoes. Ms. O directed Kiera to sit up on the table and she would tie her shoes. Ms. O literally could not bend her back and was in massive pain due to a back injury the previous day.
She had been walking up the wooden steps at the school and had fallen, injuring her back. She did not go to the doctor but the next morning her husband had to assist her in getting out of the bed due to the intense pain and stiffness. She was in such intense pain, she had even asked the older students to cut the apples for snack for the smaller students.
Kiera realized something was wrong, and asked Ms. O what was wrong. She explained to Kiera that she had hurt her back. Kiera immediately asked the teacher if she could pray for her. Before Ms. O could even answer, Kiera had placed her hands on her back and began to pray for her.
When I arrived to pick Kiera up, Ms. O was beaming and told me what had happened. She said I am healed and immediately bent over touching the floor. God is so amazing and so wants His healing power to wash over the planet - be a vessel.
When Kiera was in Pre-K, she attended the after school program and he had a sweet teacher named Ms. O. One day Kiera asked Ms. O to please tie her shoes. Ms. O directed Kiera to sit up on the table and she would tie her shoes. Ms. O literally could not bend her back and was in massive pain due to a back injury the previous day.
She had been walking up the wooden steps at the school and had fallen, injuring her back. She did not go to the doctor but the next morning her husband had to assist her in getting out of the bed due to the intense pain and stiffness. She was in such intense pain, she had even asked the older students to cut the apples for snack for the smaller students.
Kiera realized something was wrong, and asked Ms. O what was wrong. She explained to Kiera that she had hurt her back. Kiera immediately asked the teacher if she could pray for her. Before Ms. O could even answer, Kiera had placed her hands on her back and began to pray for her.
When I arrived to pick Kiera up, Ms. O was beaming and told me what had happened. She said I am healed and immediately bent over touching the floor. God is so amazing and so wants His healing power to wash over the planet - be a vessel.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Sweet Fragrance
The mandrakes send out their fragrance, and at our door is every delicacy, both new and old, that I have stored up for you, my lover. Song of Solomon 7:13
Kiera brought this drawing to me and the Lord gave me the verse a few days later. Enjoy!
Friday, October 30, 2009
Chapter 9: Hope
A friend calledme, who reported that they had received a collect phone call from Eric in the middle of the night. They said he was suicidal. After talking with him for about 45 minutes, he finally began to calm down a bit. Evidently he has been living in the elements for several months and caught up in his addictive lifestyle which has resulted in several health issues.
Interestingly, I had prayed for Eric just yesterday...before I knew about this phone call. I prayed for him based on Isaiah 49:8. I decreed that there was a door in the darkness that Eric could walk out. I called to Eric to walk through that door into the light. I told the chains of oppression to loose him now and that he would walk into his true identity....in the Name of Jesus.
As bits and pieces of information came in, Eric had been arrested about a week ago...before his phone call to my friend. Because of his charge, he should have been kept in jail but due to some sort of glitch, he was released. I believe he probably had time to sober up and begin to reflect on his life...then he was suddenly released without a place to go and hopelessness swept over him.
After talking with my friend, Eric walked around the city and was picked up by the police again. They were looking for him due to his early release - that should never have happened. He will probably be there for a few weeks or months. I do not know what lays ahead for him but I do feel he has an opportunity to choose life. I believe Eric has walked through the door out of darkness. I pray he embraces life and the true identity of being God's chosen son.
(The above post happened about 18 months ago..............he is out of jail - keep praying!)
Interestingly, I had prayed for Eric just yesterday...before I knew about this phone call. I prayed for him based on Isaiah 49:8. I decreed that there was a door in the darkness that Eric could walk out. I called to Eric to walk through that door into the light. I told the chains of oppression to loose him now and that he would walk into his true identity....in the Name of Jesus.
As bits and pieces of information came in, Eric had been arrested about a week ago...before his phone call to my friend. Because of his charge, he should have been kept in jail but due to some sort of glitch, he was released. I believe he probably had time to sober up and begin to reflect on his life...then he was suddenly released without a place to go and hopelessness swept over him.
After talking with my friend, Eric walked around the city and was picked up by the police again. They were looking for him due to his early release - that should never have happened. He will probably be there for a few weeks or months. I do not know what lays ahead for him but I do feel he has an opportunity to choose life. I believe Eric has walked through the door out of darkness. I pray he embraces life and the true identity of being God's chosen son.
(The above post happened about 18 months ago..............he is out of jail - keep praying!)
Monday, September 28, 2009
Not Far
Last year Kiera had a total of four lunch boxes, yes....4. I realize we all forget and sometime lose stuff so I wasn't really bothered too much when she lost the first one. The school year was half way over and she lost it at a museum on a school field trip...she was out of the normal school environment and just got distracted.....easy to explain.
The second and third lunchboxes were a little more difficult to excuse as they went missing in the school lunchroom vortex. She had a fun metal cylinder purse with the Disney Princess all over it that I had bought her while on a work trip. This subbed as the second lunchbox for a few weeks until it went missing. We went into the closet, and were able pull out a cute blue bag that could be used as a third lunch box. I believe this lunchbox only lasted days.....
The forth lunchbox was clear plastic zipper lunchbox...yes it had previously held two pillowcases! I packed the usual lunch with an orange as the fruit. I showed it to Kiera so she would know this was her newest lunch box and to please try to keep up with it. That afternoon she came home with no lunchbox....lost again!
...But she had miraculously recovered the the second lunchbox - the metal cylinder one with the Disney Princesses. Again, I packed the usual lunch with an apple as the fruit and reviewed with Kiera that this was her lunchbox with her lunch. She had her eyes locked on me so I was sure were were connecting and she was taking all this information into her brain.
When I picked her up that day, I asked if she had ate her apple and she said, "No, I had an orange." I said, " I sent you an apple today." In which she replied, "No, you sent me an orange and why didn't you send me a drink?" I asked her to show me the lunch box and she pulled out the clear plastic one (yes from the day before)!
I did not even ask where that lunchbox had come from and I reached deeper into her back pack and pulled out the metal lunchbox with the fresh lunch with an apple and a drink! She looked at me...and just smiled.
I wasn't angry but just left to wonder...
The next day after dropping Kiera off at school... I zipped into the parking lot and ran up to my office and within 30 minutes was back out the door to go to an appointment. As I was walking the parking lot and had passed most of the cars, I realized that I could not locate mine. I tried to remember where I parked half an hour ago...but I was just not able to connect to that memory. So I stood in the parking lot clicking my door lock until I heard the squeak of my alarm. Success, I located the car! I did not want to be late and was rushing to get in my car and sat down and put the keys in the ignition...when it hit me between the eyes......the apple does not fall far from the tree!
The second and third lunchboxes were a little more difficult to excuse as they went missing in the school lunchroom vortex. She had a fun metal cylinder purse with the Disney Princess all over it that I had bought her while on a work trip. This subbed as the second lunchbox for a few weeks until it went missing. We went into the closet, and were able pull out a cute blue bag that could be used as a third lunch box. I believe this lunchbox only lasted days.....
The forth lunchbox was clear plastic zipper lunchbox...yes it had previously held two pillowcases! I packed the usual lunch with an orange as the fruit. I showed it to Kiera so she would know this was her newest lunch box and to please try to keep up with it. That afternoon she came home with no lunchbox....lost again!
...But she had miraculously recovered the the second lunchbox - the metal cylinder one with the Disney Princesses. Again, I packed the usual lunch with an apple as the fruit and reviewed with Kiera that this was her lunchbox with her lunch. She had her eyes locked on me so I was sure were were connecting and she was taking all this information into her brain.
When I picked her up that day, I asked if she had ate her apple and she said, "No, I had an orange." I said, " I sent you an apple today." In which she replied, "No, you sent me an orange and why didn't you send me a drink?" I asked her to show me the lunch box and she pulled out the clear plastic one (yes from the day before)!
I did not even ask where that lunchbox had come from and I reached deeper into her back pack and pulled out the metal lunchbox with the fresh lunch with an apple and a drink! She looked at me...and just smiled.
I wasn't angry but just left to wonder...
The next day after dropping Kiera off at school... I zipped into the parking lot and ran up to my office and within 30 minutes was back out the door to go to an appointment. As I was walking the parking lot and had passed most of the cars, I realized that I could not locate mine. I tried to remember where I parked half an hour ago...but I was just not able to connect to that memory. So I stood in the parking lot clicking my door lock until I heard the squeak of my alarm. Success, I located the car! I did not want to be late and was rushing to get in my car and sat down and put the keys in the ignition...when it hit me between the eyes......the apple does not fall far from the tree!
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Go High
I love it when your eight year old set the standard! Recently, my daughter has been confronted by a betrayal...which would have derailed anyone...and did derail me initially. The betrayal was a low blow and left so many unanswered questions about love and relationship. Keira was emotional over the incident and asked a lot of questions, just trying to grasp every one's role and agenda in the incident.
The next day, we were at church and Kiera drew a picture of the three crosses on a hill and there were big hearts and angels surrounding the cross in the middle of the picture...so sweet! She began her run for the higher truth about life...she chose life. She loves Jesus so much and knows He will never leave her nor forsake her. Later we went a friends house for lunch, and Kiera said that a black cloud was trying to come over her and asked if we would all pray for her. She knows the Lord does not want to leave her in the valley of despair and disappointment...she chose life. After we prayed for her, she ran off to go and play!
That afternoon, she reassured me that she felt fine but I decided that we would go back to church for a bit more prayer. As we waited in the soaking room to receive prayer, the spirit of joy overtook Keira and she could not quit laughing...so there she hung upside down in her chair laughing and waiting for more kisses from heaven!
That evening we went to another church service. When we arrived they were taking up the offering and wanted people to bring it to the front and go through a glory tunnel. As we walked up, the man at the beginning of the line looked at Keira and said, "You are so beautiful!" He then looked away for a moment and immediately turned back and hugged her telling her again how beautiful she was. She continued to move forward and the people had oil to dot your forehead and hands...when they saw her something supernatural happened...they all were rubbing oil on her forehead and hands and gave her quick hugs as she walked through...she had the biggest grin on her face! She had chosen life and her Father's love was manifesting through these people. She understood that and just glowed.
As we went back to our seats, she asked to go to the front and dance as we waited for the other 2000 people to go through the glory tunnel. Keira danced the next half hour with flags and a tambourine before her Father. When we left and got in the car, Keira said, " I am full of joy!" This was literally 24 hours after the sad news and she had chosen to go high and her Father had met her with open arms! I am in awe of her example and aspire to always go high when I receive a low blow...God so wants to kiss our face and hold us tight!
The next day, we were at church and Kiera drew a picture of the three crosses on a hill and there were big hearts and angels surrounding the cross in the middle of the picture...so sweet! She began her run for the higher truth about life...she chose life. She loves Jesus so much and knows He will never leave her nor forsake her. Later we went a friends house for lunch, and Kiera said that a black cloud was trying to come over her and asked if we would all pray for her. She knows the Lord does not want to leave her in the valley of despair and disappointment...she chose life. After we prayed for her, she ran off to go and play!
That afternoon, she reassured me that she felt fine but I decided that we would go back to church for a bit more prayer. As we waited in the soaking room to receive prayer, the spirit of joy overtook Keira and she could not quit laughing...so there she hung upside down in her chair laughing and waiting for more kisses from heaven!
That evening we went to another church service. When we arrived they were taking up the offering and wanted people to bring it to the front and go through a glory tunnel. As we walked up, the man at the beginning of the line looked at Keira and said, "You are so beautiful!" He then looked away for a moment and immediately turned back and hugged her telling her again how beautiful she was. She continued to move forward and the people had oil to dot your forehead and hands...when they saw her something supernatural happened...they all were rubbing oil on her forehead and hands and gave her quick hugs as she walked through...she had the biggest grin on her face! She had chosen life and her Father's love was manifesting through these people. She understood that and just glowed.
As we went back to our seats, she asked to go to the front and dance as we waited for the other 2000 people to go through the glory tunnel. Keira danced the next half hour with flags and a tambourine before her Father. When we left and got in the car, Keira said, " I am full of joy!" This was literally 24 hours after the sad news and she had chosen to go high and her Father had met her with open arms! I am in awe of her example and aspire to always go high when I receive a low blow...God so wants to kiss our face and hold us tight!
Friday, August 28, 2009
God's Glory
Recently, as my daughter and I were were driving she began talking about her father. Periodically, she kinda reviews the "facts" about him. I believe this helpful to her and healthy way for her to talk about him.
She said, "I hope God's glory comes soon for those people that made bad choices." I loved this statement and thought, I hope His glory comes soon for those people too...but would like some of God's glory myself!
As I drove a few blocks, the Holy Spirit nudged me and reminded me that I was eligible for His glory too.....
She said, "I hope God's glory comes soon for those people that made bad choices." I loved this statement and thought, I hope His glory comes soon for those people too...but would like some of God's glory myself!
As I drove a few blocks, the Holy Spirit nudged me and reminded me that I was eligible for His glory too.....
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