Archive | November 2022

Limits Stretched to HIS Power!

Last week, a friend left a message on my phone, when I was serving the homeless. I didn’t hear it come in, and had I not stopped in a parking lot to send a text, I wouldn’t have realized that I didn’t even have my phone; it was left behind at the shelter. I would have went all the way home and not known she had called. My phone was so close to a dead battery when I picked it up, that I couldn’t even call her back. My internal battery had run out as well–

I was exhausted!

The last thing I wanted to do, was add anything to my night; but her message was so long, and there was so much pain wrenching her voice, I just couldn’t turn my back.

I am so glad that I didn’t!

She suffers from severe cellulitis in both legs, but one leg was so bad it had turned black. Her toes looked like she might lose them in front of me, and there were large open sores absolutely covering her lower leg. She was in so much pain it was heart-breaking, but seeing her like that, actually helped me to stomach what I normally would not have been able to. My kids can tell you that I had trouble putting on band-aids when they were growing up. You know, it’s not easy trying to bandage a wound while looking the other way–especially when pretending to be an adult!

Somehow the Lord gives us grace for things we can’t cope with! His mercy trumps self. It’s a mystery how He manages to stretch us beyond our limits. Maybe because He can’t see limits–they don’t even exist with Him!

Stretching is good exercise, right?

So, I sat on her walker seat, parked right in front of her, because I was already in the, ‘beyond standing’ sorta tired!

–but God!

He took over!

When I started to pray, my whole being became filled with tangible energy and strength. It was amazing! I wasn’t there for me, but He generously filled me too!

After the prayer, she coached me through bandaging her leg and then I said, goodnight.

The next day she called me. She had gone to the wound clinic for a scheduled dressing change and wound check. They unwound that bandage and exclaimed over her leg–it was healed!*

I had bandaged open wounds at 10:30 the night before; but sometime between 10:30 pm and the next morning God did what only He can do–what He does best–a Miracle!

Glory to God!!!

I had nothing in me, it was ALL HIM!  –but then, It always is!

Thank you, Jesus

All Glory be to God, AMEN!

*In reading this over, I realized that it may give the impression that the entire case of cellulitis was  gone. Please understand that the wounds were healed overnight, which is miraculous; but we patiently wait for the skin to be completely renewed. I am sorry if this misled anyone; that was not my intention. My friend reports that she has absolutely no pain!  – Praise God!

*Further updated: My friend now feels tickling on the bottoms of her feet;  formerly she had lost the ability to feel sensation there. – Thank you, Jesus!

The Letter

This week has been both disheartening (our state elections) and exhilarating (the letter). I continue to pray that hearts will turn and realize how truly precious the gift of life is.

May the blinders come off and God’s Mercy, Forgiveness and Comfort come to those who awaken to the Truth.

On a good note, Monday I received my very first letter from a prisoner, regarding my book. It was a big day, because it was the same day that my approval copy of the new book came in the mail as well. Monday is also the day I serve the homeless and they were just so happy. One man commented, “Rachel Ray would LOVE this!” Another said, “I feel like I’m at the Ritz.”

I do so love being a part of these wonderful peoples’ lives!

It blesses my heart so, to be able to bring love and comfort to their day and a delicious homemade meal. I look forward to Monday all week!

How rare is that for someone to look forward to Monday???

So I have been looking for this letter to come, with expectancy, and I wasn’t disappointed.

He wrote to tell me that he received the book from the Prison Book Project, the ministry that is sending all my books out to prison systems, jails and rehab centers all over the country. He states he didn’t ask for it, because he didn’t know anything about me, but was just given the book. The letter is regarding, “His Voice in My Heart.” This book is the first in a three volume series, the third of which should be out by mid-December.

The “His Voice in My Heart” series is written with prisoners in mind, but they are for anyone. We all have issues in life that need healing, things to overcome and they help one to do just that. They all contain messages spoken from the heart of God, many amazing true testimonies, and are filled with scripture to verify the messages. His messages are like fresh bread; not meant to replace the Word, but to bring it in closer in application to your life.

The letter states:

“When I first got your book I looked at a few pages and said, ok I’m not reading this.”  He continues by stating that a second time he picked it up and still put it down. Below are direct quote excepts from the letter, highlights that have blessed my heart!

“But for the next time I picked up the book and started reading it I couldn’t put it down. I really got into the book and don’t understand why I did but the book spoke to me in a lot of ways and in ways that I can change myself. It is a really good book and you put some good stories in it.”

“When I get home I have to check out your other books and see what they are about.”

“I don’t know what made me pick it up again and not only that but couldn’t put it down and its almost like what you said about praying for the lady at work and you said it wasn’t the right time to pray for her but at the right time you did. Well I feel the same way about the book. It was God that done everything. But I want to thank you again for the book that I was reading. I hope to read more of them.”

“I hope that God keeps blessing you and your family and hope that maybe I can help someone like your book did for me.”

So you can imagine, reader, that I had a hard time going to sleep that night. This one letter represents the heart of what I do and the reason for it all!

I jokingly had told my postmaster that he gave me a defective mailbox. I have been paying for it for two years, to be able to have a mailbox for those I write for; to give them the ability to express what God has done in their lives. Faithfully, day after day, I’ve been checking that box with expectancy. Well, reader, it came! I can’t begin to describe how exciting it was to finally see it there, leaning sideways in my box, after such a long wait. It was a moment I will carry in my heart–it was worth it all!

Thank you, my friend, for the letter! You are one that is hidden from society, but not hidden from God!

Readers, please pray for him that nothing snatch the newly-formed seed from his heart. Please pray for all those reading my books that God will be able to reach them, where no one else can. This is His work, I simply take dictation, I work very hard, but it is the joy of my heart to work for HIM!

All Glory be to God!


If you would like to be involved in touching many lives and hearts, your generous donations are so welcome! A gift in any amount may be sent to: https://nationofwomen.com/

From the contributions link, scroll down to the image of hands clasped through prison bars. Write in the comment, for prison books. If you are comfortable paying by check, it saves 3% from going to credit card fees. The address is:

Nation of Women Ministries, 619 Roberts Cut Off Rd., River Oaks, TX  76114.

Please note ‘for prison books’ on the check.

All donations received will be used to print and send books to the Prison Book Project; a non-prophet ministry that will be sending them into prisons, jails and rehab centers all over the country. Your donation is tax deductible. Thank you!

A big thank you to my publisher as well, for generously allowing this opportunity for donators to receive a tax deduction. She handles all donations, sending orders to the printer who sends them directly to Prison Book Project. Many thanks to Cindy, of “Nation of Women Publishing” for your endless expertise and patience with me!

Thank you to Joyce, and her volunteers of Prison Book Project, for placing all of my books!

Do you know that an individual cannot send books to a prison? They must come from a publisher, an established book-placing ministry, such as Prison Book Project, or Barnes & Noble and Amazon direct. That is the world we live in. Books were being laced with drugs and many have died as a result of it. A generous financial donation to them would help them to continue to fill this great need for quality, life-giving books!

You may donate to: https://prisonbookproject.org

How much more our great need for Jesus!

Thank you for your kindness and generous help to this ministry!

I have poured every cent received, into books to send out, along with all I can of my own. I trust the Lord will greatly bless you in return!

“Then the King will turn to those on his right and say, ‘You have a special place in my Father’s heart. Come and experience the full inheritance of the kingdom realm that has been destined for you from before the foundation of the world! For when you saw me hungry, you fed me. When you found me thirsty, you gave me something to drink. When I had no place to stay, you invited me in, and when I was poorly clothed, you covered me. When I was sick, you tenderly cared for me, and when I was in prison you visited me.’ Then the godly will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry or thirsty and give you food and something to drink? When did we see you with no place to stay and invite you in? When did we see you poorly clothed and cover you? When did we see you sick and tenderly care for you, or in prison and visit you? ‘And the King will answer them, ‘Don’t you know? When you cared for one of the least important of these my little ones, my true brothers and sisters, you demonstrated love for me.'” Matthew 25-34-40 TPT

Save the Babies!

Lord, you came as a Baby to save the world . . .

Now I pray, with all my heart, that the world would vote to save the babies.

I pray, Lord, that you remind physicians all over the world that they took an oath, “First, do no harm.”

Everyone has the responsibility to protect human life, and to be thankful that your mother protected YOU!


Vote to preserve LIFE!

Michigan, Vote NO on Proposal 1, 2, & 3!

 Vote for a Governor that values LIFE!


“For thou didst form my inward parts, thou didst knit me together in my mother’s womb.” Psalm 139:13

“Now the word of the Lord came to me saying, ‘Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, and before you were born I consecrated you; I appointed you a prophet to the nations.'” Jeremiah 1:4-5

His Abundant Provision

For about a year now I have had a craving for Kentucky Fried Chicken.® It’s rather unusual, because I’m not one to eat fast food, but I must admit its been calling to me. After most of the year of shutting the thought down, I just decided to get past it and eat some; but the line was long, and the cars just weren’t moving. They must have run out of chicken, and I ran out of time–leaving without chicken!

This past Monday, I was getting ready to go to town to feed the homeless at our local shelter, when I initiated a conversation with the Lord. It is my habit to talk with Him, often, throughout the day so this was not unusual. I’ve been working really hard at paying off my car and house, but at the same time pouring everything I can into books to send to prisons and for the homeless. “Lord,” I said, “You know I want to pay off my house and car, but I just don’t know how I can stretch myself any more.” “So why don’t you believe Me for that?” He replied. You know, He never asks us a question that He doesn’t already know the answer to. He wasn’t asking to find out, but was asking so that I would find out! As I looked inside for the answer, He revealed something in my heart that had been blocking my faith.

I had a few errands to run on the way to the homeless shelter, and a phone call came in as well, so I had put it all out of my mind by the time I got there. There was a pickup truck near the entrance when I arrived and a guy got out of the truck and headed right to me as I was about to unlock the door. I wasn’t afraid, but I was concerned about how I would get in without him seeing the code. When he got near enough, he asked me, “Hey, do you work here?” “I do tonight.” “I just volunteer here on Monday nights.” I replied. “Great,” he said, “Can you use some Kentucky Fried Chicken®?”

“I have 40 dinners here, and I’ve already handed dinners out to everyone that wanted one, can you take them?”

So, what are the chances–

of a Kentucky Fried Chicken® representative showing up on my doorstep with 40 meals?

Not chance at all when God’s involved!

He was so happy I took the meals. Since the homeless got all they wanted at the shelter, I sent them to the park with Bill. He came to drop off the food we would be serving that night. Roast pork loin, fresh vegetables with teriyaki sauce, rice, fresh biscuits and dinner rolls, apple crisp; and tonight, Bill also brought 4 deep pans of fresh croissants, pastries, and giant cinnamon rolls. He had been on his way to bring the food, when he got a call from 9 Bean Rows. They are a local bakery and restaurant that makes the most wonderful bread, pastries and lunches. This place has been incredibly generous this past summer, offering us pastries to give out, quite often, when we served in the park.

I work with 5loaves2fish, and we serve every Monday year round, rain, snow or shine. They started out in the park, but when they heard that if the guests don’t sleep in the shelter, they can’t eat there, they continued all winter at both places. It was when they first started at the shelter that I joined them, which was two years ago. Some are just emotionally incapable of coping with a large group of people in close quarters and they stay in tents all winter. Here in the frozen north, that’s a real tough thing to do! When you are all snug and warm in your bed, think about those that don’t have a real bed. Don’t for a minute think they chose this lifestyle. It is a very hard life they live and my heart goes out to them.

We lavish them with lots of love and heaping plates of great food!

No canned green beans here! Everything is homemade, well, about 98% of it is. Occasionally we feed them hotdogs or brats at the park because they ask for them; and of course, ice cream with fresh strawberries or homemade caramel sauce. Otherwise, everything is made from scratch, even the pasta, and its really, really good! This night a man sought us out at the kitchen door and wouldn’t speak until he had all of our attention–then he just couldn’t speak. I watched him try, as tears welled up in his eyes. He gave the most heart-felt, expressive nod I have ever witnessed; and just turned and left, as the tears took over for him.

He was so overcome, and so were we.

I love these people so much!

So Bill told me to take two dinners home and he took the rest to the park. They too, were getting the same meal we were serving, only it was already plated up in to-go containers and bags. The chicken was an extra surprise for later.

It wasn’t until the next morning that I remembered my conversation with the Lord. I think He must have blocked me from remembering it or maybe it was just that I was too busy thinking about others and serving them, that it never came to mind. When I opened my eyes, before I even had time to think a thought, He said. “I provide in abundance don’t I?” Instantly with that comment, He brought to mind our conversation, the chicken, and 9 Bean Rows; all in a split second, as only He can do!

“So, why don’t you believe for that?” He continued.

Yes, I think I should!

With that I opened my Bible to read–just dropped it open randomly. Have you guessed it already? Yep, where else would He send me but right to John 6, and the story of the 5 loaves and 2 fish!

So, what are the chances of that?

It’s not chance at all when God is involved, is it?

“Lifting up his eyes, then, and seeing that a multitude was coming to him, Jesus said to Philip, “How are we to buy bread, so that these people may eat?” This he said to test him, for he himself knew what he would do. Philip answered him, “Two hundred denarii would not buy enough bread for each of them to get a little. One of his disciples, Andrew, Simon Peter’s brother, said to him, “There is a lad here who has five barley loaves and two fish; but what are they among so many?” Jesus said, “Make the people sit down.” Now there was much grass in the place; so the men sat down, in number about five thousand. Jesus then took the loaves, and when he had given thanks, he distributed them to those who were seated; so also the fish, as much as they wanted. And when they had eaten their fill, he told his disciples, “Gather up the fragments left over, that nothing may be lost.” So they gathered them up and filled twelve baskets with fragments from the five barley loaves, left by those who had eaten.” John 6:5-13