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A Matter of Principle

I had to make a tough decision this past week. Probably one of the hardest I have ever had to make. I made the decision to leave my church family and friends, that I love with all my heart. I never wanted to leave, thought I was rooted for life, and had even taught others that I was in it for the long haul and they should be too. I thought I was, but . . .

It became a matter of principle.

Right after announcing my decision to leave, I got in my car and on a radio program a man was preaching that it is time we speak up–The Emperor Has No Clothes!

He’s right! I’m sure you know the story of the ruler that convinced everyone to go along with him, even agreeing against what they could see with their own eyes. Everyone followed for fear of speaking up. Fearful of standing out and being the only voice, they denied the truth–even to themselves. One young boy didn’t have any motive, anyone to impress, and in innocence, spoke the TRUTH.

When I made the decision to leave, rather than sorrow, sadness and depression, I felt elation. An immediate sense of freedom from being bound, like a bondage had been broken off of me. What followed was joy bubbling up and out of my spirit, and I have been full of great joy ever since. Before this takeover happened to my church, I had this same great joy, but what came in was a bulldozer; resulting in depression, anger, and a death-like feeling inside– a terrible sorrow one shouldn’t feel when present in the church-body they love.

I wasn’t going to say anything. I had approached leadership before this happened, because I had great trepidation. I told them I could not find peace. Expressing my concerns came to no avail, but were certainly not unfounded.

My joy comes from standing for principle–standing for Truth!

My concerns started when the takeover stated that he had asked Jesus what He liked best about him and Jesus replied, “I love your sarcasm.”

Please allow me to refresh you on the meaning of the term. These are four definitions I found defining “Sarcasm.”

“Sarcasm: The use of remarks that clearly mean the opposite of what they say, made in order to hurt someone’s feelings or to criticize something in a humorous way.”

“Sarcasm: noun

A cutting, often ironic remark intended to express contempt or ridicule.

A form of wit characterized by the use of such remarks. “detected a hint of sarcasm in his voice.”

A keen, reproachful expression; a satirical remark uttered with some degree of scorn or contempt; a taunt; a gibe; a cutting jest.”

Sarcasm: is the caustic use of words, often in a humorous way, to mock someone or something. Sarcasm may employ ambivalence, although it is not necessarily ironic. Most noticeable in spoken word, sarcasm is mainly distinguished by the inflection with which it is spoken or, with an undercurrent of irony, by the extreme disproportion of the comment to the situation, and is largely context-dependent.”

“Sarcasm noun

1. : a sharp and often satirical or ironic utterance designed to cut or give pain.

2. a : a mode of satirical wit depending for its effect on bitter caustic, and often ironic language that is usually directed against an individual.

b : the use or language of sarcasm.”

Basically, sarcasm, is poison that pollutes all those that must succumb to it. When it doesn’t go over well they say, “I was just kidding.” Sarcasm is the opposite of Truth, often a nasty remark hidden behind the guise of humor, usually sick-humor.

“Like a madman who throws firebrands, arrows, and death, is the man who deceives his neighbor and says, “I am only joking!” Proverbs 26:18-19

When the takeover learned of my attempt to expose the truth of sarcasm, it was defensively doubled down–even to the audacity of saying that Jesus spoke sarcastically to His disciples.

Blasphemy!

Can anyone read those definitions and truthfully say that Jesus would embrace such behavior? Even if the person makes the remarks against themselves, what fruit is there in negative behavior disguised as humor? That ended it for me and I was going to go away quietly, but every time I open my bible since, it is underscored that one needs to speak up!

Nebuchadnezzar had Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego bound and thrown into the fiery furnace because they refused to bow to the god that he had created. They weren’t afraid of standing up to the king, for they knew their King is Jesus–He is Truth!

“He who walks in integrity will be delivered, but he who is perverse in his ways will fall into a pit.” Proverbs 28:18

Truth is the opposite of Sarcasm, isn’t it?

I stand for Truth! Even at the cost of losing my church home–a family that I love with all my heart. I have joy because Jesus is with me in the midst of the fire. He took the bounds off of me when I stood and defended His character.

I have joy because I don’t follow man, I follow Jesus, and where He is–there is JOY!

How about you?

Does your church lead you closer to Jesus, leave you refreshed and full of JOY? If not, maybe you should stand up and speak the TRUTH!

“Nebuchadnezzar said, ‘Blessed be the God of Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, who has sent his angel and delivered his servants, who trusted in him, and set at nought the king’s command, and yielded up their bodies rather than serve and worship any god except their own God.” Daniel 3:28

Was I Really Dreaming?

Sep3

Sometime in the night I was awake and thought about writing a post today, about the nearly dozen eggs that I had exploded all over my kitchen. Yes, it really happened, and I am shocked at how thoroughly an egg can explode. Not just blown open, but in pulverized fragments that covered my kitchen. I had put them on to cook, threw in some laundry and then proceeded into my quiet place where I got so caught up in spending time with the Lord that I had no memory of cooking them. Even when I heard the explosions, I thought it was an odd sound, but didn’t readily investigate. I thought it must be the neighbors. When I finally realized it was actually in my house, the pan then exploded the final egg!

What a mess!

My microwave, which was perfectly fine, now makes this very loud noise even though the eggs weren’t in it but cooked below it. I think the extreme heat/steam has warped the outer casing and now it vibrates. I am leaving it off for a bit to decide what to do. Too many online reviews say the newer microwaves, no matter the brand, just aren’t the quality they used to be. I am reluctant to scrap mine and hope I don’t have to. I don’t quite understand why the Lord didn’t clue me in on the brewing storm, except that maybe I needed to see the serious consequences of putting food on the stove to cook and leaving the vicinity. I have done this too many times. There are just so many more interesting things than cooking anymore. I’ve lost interest in it, and just cook to get it done!

The Dream:

So, this morning, I had a dream. In fact, I was sleeping so soundly that I slept until 9:34 and woke up from such a deep place that it took me a minute to realize I was awake and where I was. I had slept without hearing a text that came in an hour prior, and that is really not like me.

I woke up remembering the dream in every detail. The people, the conversation, what they were wearing, action, the miracle. I highly suspect the Lord had taken me there on a mission. You can believe or not, it’s up to you. I’m just relating what happened. I don’t even know myself, for absolutely sure, but it is just so very clear. Too clear–especially to make up the conversation in one’s head, back and forth in real time. He has done this before. I have experienced many miraculous things and I never limit the God who doesn’t know impossible. I related in a text to a friend this morning, “I kinda think we are going to be in for many surprises when we go to Heaven and learn of the many ways we were ‘used’ for Him and didn’t even realize it.” . . .

When there is a willing heart, He is able.

So in the dream, I was driving a car in a land that is foreign to me and just then a teenager, on a bike, rode up and kind of side-swiped into my car. He fell off the bike, so I got out of the car and asked him if I could pray for him, because he seemed so startled. He was agreeable, and we were about to, but a woman came up and said, “We can’t pray together, because we don’t pray to the same God.” I replied, “That may be so, and you can do what you want, but I am going to pray to the only God that can save and heal. Jesus Christ is the Son of God and it is only by His Blood that we can be saved, by His Blood that we are healed.”

At that, I was about to pray for this young man but I looked up to see a boy in a wheelchair that had apparently come with the woman. He had a look of determination on his face and he started to struggle, as if to get up. The woman looked over at him surprised and asked to him, “Are you wanting to try to stand?” She started to walk back to him, she had walked about 4 steps away from him to approach me, but he made a gesture with his hand that indicated he didn’t want her help. When suddenly, he stood–all by himself!

I hadn’t prayed for him, he had just heard and believed–and stood up!

He started to walk, very stiff-like at first, but he got stronger with each step. He looked almost like a straight stick, he was so thin. The woman then told me that he has never walked. I asked how old he is and she gave me an age range of around 4. I thought that was strange and said, “Don’t you know how old he is?” and then I learned that he was adopted and she really didn’t know his actual age. He looked older to me than 4. He was taller than I would think he would be for 4 and seemed more like a 6 year old. He was dressed in thin light pants and shirt, of what seemed like a cotton material. She had dark clothes and so did the boy with the bike.

The dream then ended and I woke up more rested than I have been in weeks. I needed that rest. I have been pushing hard all summer and the egg explosion was traumatizing to my exhausted soul.

Whether I was there or not will one day be revealed, but what is revealed right now is that Jesus is here for you. Whether you were taught to believe in Him or not–whether you believe or not. He wants to save you–He wants to heal you–He LOVES you!

The Holy Bible is very clear–He is the way, the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father, but through Jesus. He is the One and only TRUE God. You can believe Him or not, it’s your choice. I am not trying to force Him on anyone.

I respect your right to believe what you choose, but I ask you . . .

Does your God Save?

Does your God Heal?

Does your God bring you Freedom?

Does your God bring you Joy?

Does your God give you Peace?

Does your God Love you?

Does your God answer your prayers?

Did your God die for you?

Do you know for certain where you will go when you die?

All these, and so much more, you should carefully consider–for if your answer is not yes to every one of them, then you are not following TRUTH.

If no, then you are not safe and you are not free.

I urge you to seek Jesus. ♥

“Jesus said to him, “I am the way, and the truth, and the life; no one comes to the Father, but by me.” John 14:6

“For God so loved the world that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life. For God sent the Son into the world not to condemn the world, but that the world might be saved through him. He who believes in him is not condemned; he who does not believe is condemned already, because he has not believed in the name of the only Son of God.” John 3:16-18

“He who believes in the Son of God has the testimony in himself. He who does not believe God has made him a liar, because he has not believed in the testimony that God has borne to his Son. And this is the testimony, that God gave us eternal life, and this life is in his Son. He who has the Son has life; he who has not the Son of God has not life. I write this to you who believe in the name of the Son of God, that you may know that you have eternal life. And this is the confidence which we have in him, that if we ask anything according to his will he hears us. And if we know that he hears us in whatever we ask, we know that we have obtained the requests made of him.” I John 5:10-15

“Then Peter, filled with the Holy Spirit, said to them, “Rulers of the people and elders, if we are being examined today concerning a good deed done to a cripple, by what means this man has been healed, be it known to you all, and to all the people of Israel, that by the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, whom you crucified, whom God raised from the dead, by him this man is standing before you well. This is the stone which was rejected by you the builders, but which has become the head of the corner. And there is salvation in no one else, for there is no other name under heaven given among men by which we must be saved.'” Acts 4:8-12

“He himself bore our sins in his body on the tree, that we might die to sin and live to righteousness. By his wounds you have been healed. For you were straying like sheep, but have now returned to the Shepherd and Guardian of your souls.” I Peter 2:24-25

“And just as it is appointed for men to die once, and after that comes judgment, so Christ, having been offered once to bear the sins of many, will appear a second time, not to deal with sin but to save those who are eagerly waiting for him.” Hebrews 9:27

“After this I looked, and behold, a great multitude which no man could number, from every nation, from all tribes and peoples and tongues, standing before the throne and before the Lamb, clothed in white robes, with palm branches in their hands, and crying out with a loud voice, “Salvation belongs to our God who sits upon the throne, and to the Lamb!” And all the angels stood round the throne and round the elders and the four living creatures, and they fell on their faces before the throne and worshiped God, saying, ‘Amen! Blessing and glory and wisdom and thanksgiving and honor and power and might be to our God for ever and ever! Amen.'” Revelation 7:9-12

Painting By Faith

Jul17

I don’t know what it’s like where you are, but my day today is chilly, blustery and spitting rain. Spitting is such an appropriate term, for it’s just little bits of water hitting randomly on your face, much like someone standing too close, excitedly talking.

I’m ok with today, but let me tell you about yesterday . . .

I have been painting the exterior of my house, and this is the third year! I have requested so much vacation time for this that my manager asked me if I was continuing the project or actually repainting my house every year. It feels like I’m painting the Mackinac Bridge, which is the longest suspension bridge in the country–spanning 5 miles over water. By the time they sandblast and paint the entire bridge, it’s time to start over. Yep, feels like I’m painting the Mackinac Bridge. If I had seriously thought about it, I probably would never have started such a daunting project, but I just dove in.

How hard could it be?

A year before my husband died, I came home from work to find him painting the house. “Why are you painting the house?”, I asked. “Oh, the snow blower must have taken some paint off the house.” How nice, I thought to myself, that he was right on it. It was looking great or so I thought.

After he died, I discovered I couldn’t wash the windows. They were amazingly dirty, all of a sudden, but I soon discovered that the air-seal between the double panes of all the windows around the back of the house had been broken; rendering them all cloudy, and no longer capable of being cleaned or to see through them.

The mystery continued as I began to notice a path of paint bubbling and peeling all around two thirds of the house, mysteriously though, only up to a certain height. Whereas, the original paint, though fading, was still tight and intact.

Finally piecing the story together . . .

There came the time that I could no longer ignore what was happening to my house and this is when I jumped in, without much thought, to tackle it. During the scraping process, along with the evidence of peeling paint, I could trace the path that my husband took in his painting process. The grain on those boards was severely raised, and then suddenly it dawned on me that he must have rented a power washer. Evidently he used a much too-powerful nozzle, which damaged the siding and took out all my back windows. He had made it around over 2/3 the house before noticing the damage that was done, or maybe he never noticed at all. I expect with that big bad tumor, deep in his brain, he had no clue at all.

So, I spent a lot of time sanding; trying to smooth the grain back down on the boards. They seemed great until I painted, and then it didn’t seem like I had done anything at all.

All that work for what?

Next, I discovered that it’s not a good idea to lean too far while holding a power tool. This ripped me right off the ladder when I was up at the peak of the roof. Yeah, I laid there awhile, prayed my way through, and learned the hard way not to ever do that again!

So, yesterday, they were calling for thunderstorms at a 73% chance. I had a lot of raw board that had just been scraped and sanded, and was determined that wasn’t going to happen before I got the primer on. It was supposed to start around 1:00pm. My prayer conversation with the weather started at 10:00am and in faith I started to paint. I looked at the weather app at 11:00 and their prediction changed to 3:00pm, same storm. I continued painting and telling the weather it wasn’t going to rain on my house. The black clouds came and went throughout the day and throughout the day I continued to command them to leave. Each time, the sun would return and the clouds would leave; meanwhile the weather app again changed the storm to 6:00pm and then to 10:30pm, while I continued to paint. Finally finishing at 7:00pm, I looked up at the sky, giving it one final charge . . . “You will not rain on my paint until it is dry!”

At 10:30 I took my dog out and it was pouring, hard!

I’d love to say I was all confident, after a successful day of commanding my way, but no, I had an active imagination of coming out the next day to see a milky-white primer splash all over my already painted siding. Did it have enough time to dry?

My faith wasn’t quite as bold at the midnight hour!

The thought of re-scraping and re-sanding all that work had severely deflated my confidence!

But the Lord put me out of my misery, when He assured me that everything is alright and the next thing I knew it was 9:00 am and I don’t remember the last time I had slept so sound and so late!

So, in the lightly-spitting rain, I went out to investigate, only to find that it was just as the Lord had said . . .

Everything is alright!

Thank you, Lord, for protecting my paint!

We had a major storm go through here a few years back. The neighbor across had trees uprooted. The neighbor to the side had their entire yard filled with branches and rubble. I walked out and picked up only two small branches, even though two of my trees are very old! I have experienced numerous incidences regarding weather, too numerous to list–we can rebuke adverse weather; declare and receive God’s protection.

I am not alone in this. Many have come to realize the authority that comes with living as citizens of the Kingdom. So, I urge you to live your life as a King’s kid, you are a child of the KING! But, I highly suggest you hire a professional painter–I don’t wish this sort of mess on anyone!

If you are not His child, what are you waiting for?

Receive Jesus into your heart today!

“Elijah was a man of like nature with ourselves and he prayed fervently that it might not rain, and for three years and six months it did not rain on the earth. Then he prayed again and the heaven gave rain, and the earth brought forth its fruit.” James 5:17

“And he awoke and rebuked the wind, and said to the sea, ‘Peace! Be still!’ And the wind ceased, and there was a great calm. He said to them, ‘Why are you afraid? Have you no faith?’ And they were filled with awe, and said to one another, ‘Who then is this, that even the wind and sea obey him?'” Mark 4:39-40

“‘Truly, truly, I say to you, he who believes in me will also do the works that I do; and greater works than these will he do, because I go to the Father.” John 14:12

He Orders Our Steps

Jun30

God gave me the opportunity of helping a young woman in distress today by placing me directly in her path.

I was on my way to serve the homeless, but on the way had to stop at the UPS store. It’s usually a stop, drop and done, but tonight there was a line and it took much longer than expected. Now there was no time to stop at the library and pick up a movie my mom wanted to watch. Abandoning the plan, so I wouldn’t be late, I was heading past the library when suddenly I really had to go to the bathroom. Knowing it would be 2 hours before I would have another chance, I had no choice but to stop at the library after all. Might as well get the movie, since I’m already going to be late. A nice desk guy was looking it up on his computer, to save me some time, but his co-worker beat him to it. He had it looked up, dashed to get it, and placed in my hand before the other guy had even pulled it up on his screen. His little triumphant smile made me laugh.

There’s a festival in town and traffic is crawling, so now I’m calculating just how late, when the traffic in front of me abruptly stops–leaving me stretched over a crosswalk. So now I’m literally in this young woman’s path as I rolled the window down and apologized for blocking the crosswalk. She replied, “Oh that’s ok, but could you give me a ride?” “I’ve just been released from jail and I’m so hot I feel sick. Can you take me to my dad’s?” It took me about a second to think about how late I already was before saying . . .

“Yes, of course–hop in!”

She was nearly dropping from heat exhaustion. It was high 80’s and she had on a sweatshirt and had walked a bit. Thanking me profusely, she proceeded to tell me that she had asked 6 people before me, and every one had just turned away. I am so saddened that our world has become so cold and indifferent!

How would they feel if it was their daughter that was in distress and no one would help?

I’m glad I didn’t have enough time to say yes, because this is so great. . . I don’t know how He did it– you can see all the steps and delays it took to put me in her path; but somehow, even after driving miles out of my way and back again when I already didn’t have enough time to make it as it was– I made it on time!

All He needed was my–Yes!

Wouldn’t it have been terrible if after all that, I just shook my head at her and drove off?

Are you ready to say yes, even when it’s not convenient? If you are, then you can expect an opportunity. You’ll be really glad you did! She made the comment to me, “You’re really happy helping others.” “Yes, absolutely!” Then I just couldn’t help myself. . . I bubbled over telling her about my ministry to prisoners and the books from the Lord that I’ve written for them . . . gave her my books and no doubt pushed her over the edge, because I just can’t seem to contain my exuberance. . .

It’s all about HIM! ♥

But you know, I think that’s just how the Father is when He talks about us–He just can’t contain His exuberance!

God loves you so much. . . He goes out of His way to put someone across your path–at just the right time!

If you don’t believe me–just ask Him.

He orders our steps.

“When the Son of Man appears in his majestic glory, with all his angels by his side, he will take his seat on his throne of splendor, and all the nations will be gathered together before him. And like a shepherd who separates the sheep from the goats, he will separate all the people. The ‘sheep’ he will put on his right side and the ‘goats’ on his left.”

“And then those on his left will say, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry or thirsty and not give you food and something to drink? When did we see you homeless, or poorly clothed? When did we see you sick and not help you, or in prison and not visit you? Then he will answer them, ‘Don’t you know? When you refused to help one of the least important among these my little ones, my true brothers and sisters, you refused to help and honor me.’ and they will depart from his presence and go into eternal punishment. But the godly and beloved ‘sheep’ will enter into eternal bliss.” Matthew 25:31-33, 44-46 TPT

“The steps of a good man are ordered by the Lord, And he delighteth in his way.” Psalm 37:23 KJV

The Heart of the Rose

May30

A Rose With a Purpose–Packed and Ready to Go!

It was special from the start . . . Special, in that it was a gift of love from my church family on Mother’s Day . . . Special, because it not only survived the steam from my coffee cup but miraculously began to grow without any root or soil . . . Special, because after its story, the Lord revealed more . . . This special rose has more to tell you . . .

Miracles Always Have Purpose!

My table seems quite empty now without the rose, but I can drink a cup of coffee again without being cautious where to set it. I miss my rose, but it wasn’t mine to keep. I have learned that when I receive something, be it money, food, gift etc, to look inside and inquire of the Lord–is it for me or did He have someone else in mind to be blessed, and I the carrier? Especially with money. Is it for me or is it a seed? –That said, it didn’t occur to me that I would be giving away a Mother’s Day gift, because, why would one do that?

Why?

Because, the Lord has need of it!

After my previous post, “A Gift of New Life,” someone made the comment to me stating–“That post touched me more than any of all of your posts.” What exactly was it about that one? He couldn’t really say, but the Lord had used that post to place His finger directly on the pain of his soul. It was just time–time to deal with the wounds of life that had been stuffed but never healed. It was time for God to answer my prayers; I had been praying for him for a very long time.

My time came when my husband died. Suddenly, years of stuffed pain erupted in me like a volcano. It was the proverbial ‘last straw’ and I didn’t know how to cope with it. My friend Paula, now gone home to be with the Lord, took the time, patience, and love required to unravel my mess–helping me to live again! I thank God for her, I am so grateful–everyone needs a special friend like Paula!

Be encouraged, the Lord hears you!

This man stated that he had been planning to call me for about a month. “I want what you’ve got!” he emphatically stated. What? “That baptism of the Holy Spirit–I want that!”

That is one of the greatest gifts one could ever desire!

“For John baptized with water, but before many days you shall be baptized with the Holy Spirit.” Acts 1:5

If you’re having trouble connecting with God. If your walk with Him seems inactive and dull. It’s likely that this is what you are missing. Don’t let people tell you that it’s not of God. Open your Bible and read it for yourself.

So, it was the next morning when I looked at the rose and realized, this is why it was growing but not putting out roots. This rose represented the man’s new beginning. During our conversation, so much pain of his past poured forth–revealing his need for the Lord to heal and deliver. Pain from his past, the trauma of Vietnam, loss, and the alcohol he used to anesthetize it all had gripped his life–caging his heart and soul. He had tried everything to break free, but there are some things we just can’t do on our own.

A few days before I was given the rose, a video about rooting a rose from a cutting had come into my YouTube feed. It was interesting, so I sent it to my text for–someday. Now I realized, God, had sent it, and ‘someday’ was here!

The left picture, presented above, is the rose 18 days after I received it. Who knows how long it had been cut before that. After it was given to me, it was three or four hours out of water; not even a wet paper towel on the end. So, I prayed when I packed it up, that it would survive the journey; but it was so straight and strong it didn’t even ruffle a petal. I took it to the man and said, “This represents your new beginning. You are going to plant this and it will be a marker of your new life. It didn’t put down roots because you are the one that’s going to be putting down new roots!” We talked a bit, read through scriptures, and then it was time to pray. He had told me the night before that he had asked and asked but nothing ever seemed to happen. Well, God made sure he knew something happened, because he radically received his baptism!

He first commented that he could smell the rose. “No, that rose doesn’t have a scent,” I told him. “I’m smelling roses!” he reaffirmed. It was Jesus. His Presence sometimes has a scent. When I worked at a factory years ago, I was in a corner all by myself and got so caught up in my thoughts of Him I began to worship in my heart; and suddenly was enveloped with the smell of roses. Factories don’t smell like roses, and there was no one else near me. Other times I have smelled lily of the valley and once, honey and roses. He then commented that it was getting stronger, but I couldn’t smell anything–this was just for him!

I put my hands on his head to pray and it became hot and sweat broke out on his head when I asked the Lord to baptize him in the Holy Spirit. I commanded a spirit of addiction off of him, and then the Holy Spirit filled him and he began to shake. He sat shaking for some time, “Stay with it,” I instructed him. The Lord was doing a work in him. During this time, I had prayed that the Lord heal him from the top of his head to the souls of his feet; and the very first thing he did when he got up was to go smell the rose. “It doesn’t smell like anything.” he said to me. “Yep, told you, it has no scent–that was Jesus!” Much later we went to a restaurant for dinner–our plan was to go to lunch but this had become a much bigger event than either of us had expected. At dinner, before he even sat down, he said, “Do you smell that?” Yeah, sure, the food smells were really strong, garlic and sort of a pungent BBQ. He got that misty look on his face as it dawned on him, the Lord had healed him–he has not been able to smell anything for years! –and that is his beginning . . .

Glory to God!

“‘For John baptized with water, but before many days you shall be baptized with the Holy Spirit.'”

“‘But you shall receive power when the Holy Spirit has come upon you; and you shall be my witnesses in Jerusalem and in all Judea and Samaria and to the end of the earth.'” Acts 1:8

“And suddenly a sound came from heaven like the rush of a mighty wind, and it filled all the house where they were sitting. And there appeared to them tongues as of fire, distributed and resting on each one of them. And they were all filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak in other tongues, as the Spirit gave them utterance.” Acts 22-4

“And Peter said to them, ‘Repent and be baptized every one of you in the name of Jesus Christ for the forgiveness of your sins; and you shall receive the gift of the Holy Spirit. For the promise is to you and to your children and to all that are far off, every one whom the Lord our God calls to him.'” Acts 2:38-39

“As I began to speak, the Holy Spirit fell on them just as on us at the beginning. And I remembered the word of the Lord, how he said. ‘John baptized with water, but you shall be baptized with the Holy Spirit.’ Acts 11:15-16

“And he said to them, ‘Did you receive the Holy Spirit when you believed?’ And they said, ‘No, we have never even heard that there is a Holy Spirit.’ And he said, ‘Into what then were you baptized?’ They said, ‘Into John’s baptism.’ And Paul said, ‘John baptized with the baptism of repentance, telling the people to believe in the one who was to come after him, that is, Jesus. On hearing this, they were baptized in the name of the Lord Jesus. And when Paul had laid his hands upon them, the Holy Spirit came on them; and they spoke with tongues and prophesied.” Acts 19:2-6

“I indeed baptize you with water unto repentance: but he that cometh after me is mightier than I, whose shoes I am not worthy to bear, he shall baptize you with the Holy Ghost, and with fire.” Matthew 3:11 KJV

“‘ And I tell you, ask, and it will be given you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives, and he who seeks finds, and to him who knocks it will be opened. What father among you, if his son asks for a fish, will instead of a fish give him a serpent; or if he asks for an egg, will give him a scorpion? If you then, who are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will the heavenly Father give the Holy Spirit to those who ask Him!'” Luke 11:10-13

“‘–If you continue in my word, you are truly my disciples, and you will know the truth, and the truth will make you free.'” John 8:31-32

The Evidence of His Love

Apr19

A few weeks ago I pulled into the church parking lot, glanced over and saw this . . .

We had just had a light, overnight snow. It was the last real snow of the season and if I had missed church that day, it would have been a message lost; for no one happened to see it but me and the snow had melted by the time church was over. The person that drove the car had not noticed what he had created, and though he was driving the car, I am convinced that he wasn’t the creator of this message. This unrealized perfection has to have come from God! Sometimes we are called to be a witness, a confirmation, to another. On this particular day, this unknown event, really encouraged the speaker who had planned to teach on Love.

What have you been called to witness?

“But thanks be to God, who in Christ always leads us in triumph, and through us spreads the fragrance of the knowledge of him everywhere. For we are the aroma of Christ to God among those who are being saved and among those who are perishing, to one a fragrance from death to death, to the other a fragrance from life to life.”
2 Corinthians 2:14-16

This weekend, the fragrance of Christ Jesus is everywhere, but the question is, what aroma are you emitting? Is it the fragrance of life unto life–are you filled with the fullness of Jesus living within? Is your desire to grow ever closer to Him and to call others to know of His goodness?

“And even if our gospel is veiled, it is veiled only to those who are perishing. In their case the god of this world has blinded the minds of the unbelievers, to keep them from seeing the light of the gospel of the glory of Christ, who is the likeness of God.”
2 Corinthians 4:4

Today is the Day to Choose LIFE–Choose JESUS!

“Jesus said to her, ‘I am the resurrection and the life; he who believes in me, though he die, yet shall he live, and whoever lives and believes in me shall never die. Do you believe this?'”
John 11:25-26

“For God so loved the world that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life. For God sent the Son into the world, not to condemn the world, but that the world might be saved through him. He who believes in him is not condemned; he who does not believe is condemned already, because he has not believed in the name of the only Son of God.”
John 3:16-18

Every Future Has a Beginning

Oct19

I climbed into my favorite chair to study today, had just prayed and asked that the Holy Spirit teach me, and He told me to go and get my notes. Wandering through them, I discovered a dream recorded on June 6, 2024 that I had forgotten about. It was a busy time and life had quickly moved past it. The timing is the Lord’s, for recently there was an event held on the nation’s capitol mall that, for me, brought 20 long years of waiting to an end. The Lord had given me an end-time prophecy 20 years ago, that I have been watching over all this time. Saturday’s event, “One Million Women”, a call to One Million Esther’s, had also fulfilled a dream the Lord had given to a man, you may have guessed it, 20 years ago! It happened just as the prophecy declared, and I was able to witness it online. Near the end, when they spoke of the roar, it was as if in the spirit my hand slipped into a perfectly-fitted glove. I instantly knew in my spirit, this is it, and afterward it was as if a great weight had lifted off of me.

So, today, the Lord led me back to the dream that He had given me in June. Dreams from the Lord are different than a regular dream of the mind unwinding or releasing fragments of memory. A dream from the Lord is never forgotten and can be seen years later, as if you had just received it. He gave me a dream over 40 years ago that I can still see as clearly as the day it was received. Please don’t be put off by the smoking in the dream. After waking from the dream, the Lord was right there to give interpretation to it.

It is interesting to me that this dream consisted of ending 20 years of oil changes; and this event that happened on October 12 has ended 20 years of waiting to see that prophecy fulfilled. In reality, that oil change business in the dream is not where I have ever had an oil change, but that was what I knew it to be when having the dream. In other words, it represents the familiar. I do not have full understanding of what it all means, but the Lord will reveal in its time. Just as it wasn’t my job to bring about the fulfillment of the prophecy but the Lord’s. His further revealing led me back to this dream today–after the events of October 12th. He uses many people to piece His plan together into a full picture. It is simply up to each of us to be faithful with the part we are given.

Another interesting point is that a couple years ago I had sent the prophecy to a well-known prophet, who openly rebuked me online for it. She didn’t use my name but commented in video that I shouldn’t be putting it out there and even blocked me from her site. I gave it to the Lord, tried not to let it bother me, because I knew without a doubt that I didn’t create that message; and though the enemy is referred to in the message, it is not something he would speak, as it refers to the second coming of Jesus. The part of the cigarette would seem to refer to the woman’s harsh correction to me, and of her denying me the ability to ever return.

The truth of the matter is, the Lord watches over His Word to perform it, likewise, His messages to His people. The fruit is that it happened, but the depth of the message has only just begun. This is why it is as if a great weight has lifted off of me, because I was watching over the message as well.

The Dream:

I dreamed last night that I wandered into a place where I have had my oil changes done for many years. I wanted to brush my teeth, and just wanted to wet my toothbrush. The guy wouldn’t let me and was very harsh with me. He was angry and started yelling at me; so I made a decision that I would no longer, ever, have another oil change there again. Being quite upset, I went back to my car and started removing all the past oil change receipts, paperwork and even the sticker in my window indicating when the next oil change was due. I started out of my car with all of this, just as one of the man’s technicians was coming out from around the side of the building. He took it all from me and seemed delighted at my decision. He commented to me that this represents 20 years of oil changes. I had an unlit cigarette in my hand and when he saw it, he lit it. I started to smoke it and thought to myself, “Why am I smoking this, I quit many years ago?” I then drew the smoke deep into my lungs, blew it out, and immediately put the cigarette out.

After that I was joined by my parents and daughter, we were going out to dinner or somewhere. A text message came in of a teaching from the harsh oil change guy. I didn’t read it because I knew it was correction. It all seemed to correlate with strict, letter-of-the-law religion to me in my dream. To which I said, “I’m not going back. I’m not going there again!”

The Interpretation:

“Your past is trying to pull you back–old habits that you have done for years and years pull on you to resume. You have made a decision and it’s a good one. Don’t ever go back! Leave your old ways and the people that would draw you into things and places–break out of the bondage of familiar.

You are seeking a fresh breath, fresh new oil–change!

Break out of the patterns and get rid of all that would bind you to them. Take no part in ‘strange fire’ for the enemy would delight to smother the Breath of God in you!

I declare your change!

I release you to your future and it is not anything you have ever known. So don’t look for familiar, look to Me.

I will direct you, sayeth your Lord.”

Before the dream, I had been fasting for 2 days. I didn’t know why at the time, but was definitely called into it. When I woke up, and after hearing the interpretation, I was pondering the fast and how long to continue. It felt as if it was over and I was just noticing this when the Lord weighed in, “Refresh yourself. I have accomplished what needed to be done.”

“Blessed be the man who trusts in the Lord, whose trust is the Lord. He is like a tree planted by water, that sends out its roots by the stream, and does not fear when heat comes, for its leaves remain green, and is not anxious in the year of drought, for it does not cease to bear fruit.” Jeremiah 17:7-8

“Heal me, O Lord, and I shall be healed; save me, and I shall be saved; for thou art my praise. Behold, they say to me, “Where is the word of the Lord? Let it come!” I have not pressed thee to send evil, nor have I desired the day of disaster, thou knowest; that which came out of my lips was before thy face.” Jeremiah 17:14-16

In agreement with the words of Paul, “But I do not account my life of any value nor as precious to myself, if only I may accomplish my course and the ministry which I received from the Lord Jesus, to testify to the gospel of the grace of God.” Acts 20:24

Faith’s Gift

Sep7

The first time we met, he was in an alley, and very drunk. He yelled at me to go home. “Go home” he said, “We don’t want you here!” and I replied, “I’m sorry you feel that way, but I’m staying.”

Rather than deter me, he worked his way into my heart.

I know one shouldn’t have favorites, but my list of favorites seems to keep growing every week and he is way up there at the top. Maybe because he had tried so hard to reject me–maybe because I could see beyond the wall of pain.

He’s one of our veterans . . .

living and trying to cope on the streets, along with many many others; vets and non-vets, men, women and children, stuck in that same relentless trap.

I had been reading an article about a group that was feeding the homeless in a park. They had started during Covid and were now going to continue, by moving to a local shelter for the winter. When they found out that if one doesn’t stay at the shelter, they can’t eat there, they continued serving at both–faithfully, all year long. The Lord weighed in, as I read the article, and spoke to me, “The people they serve are much like the prisoners you write for.” When I agreed, He continued. “Then why don’t you go help them.” It was more of a statement than a question and I didn’t hesitate.

“Ok!”

I sent them an email and they graciously opened their hearts to me, inviting me to ‘give it a try’ that week. I never looked back. It has been my favorite night of the week ever since, and a tremendous gift to serve such appreciative, wonderful guests!

So this ‘belligerent’ guy became my friend that I saw only once a week. When he isn’t drinking he is a sweet, gentle soul. It’s the vodka that made him mean, but it really wasn’t that was it? The vodka was his means of coping with a life out of control. A life that had become too hard to face without it. It was vodka that he reached for when his heart just couldn’t bear it anymore. I hear so many criticize the homeless, and give their mighty opinions of how they should be ‘handled’ or even not helped.

I wonder how those criticizers would fare if they tried even just one day in their bitter situation.

So, we got to talking a couple winters later, and I told him he was the first person I met when I had started. I related to him what he had said to me and I was smiling, not condemning. “I said that?!” he replied. “Oh, that d… vodka! I should never drink that stuff!” It wasn’t long after, that he seemed to be getting more fragile. He was very thin and having trouble walking–far too many years of hardship, out in the elements. I told him I was praying for him. He seemed a little embarrassed and befuddled at that. That season ended and I moved to serving in the park. He didn’t come the next winter which was a bitter, bitter cold one. I prayed that he be healed, warm, and safe. The next year, when he didn’t return, I asked everyone that knew him, if they had seen him; but only one responded vaguely positive; they thought they had heard he was still around. I missed him and tried not to worry, but continued to trust God–Who knows everything!

The Gift!

I think it’s been about a year and half now and this week I was given an incredible gift!

Running an errand on my way to work that day, took me down an alley I don’t usually travel. He was there! When he saw me, his face lit up! Maybe he was reflecting my own shining face, for I was so happy to see him–but no, his face revealed the countenance of a changed man.

We talked for a bit and he told me that he no longer drinks and he has been able to sleep. His face was now fleshed out, he looked rested and years younger. It was evident that his heart is no longer tormented. He went on to say he has been working, and is making plans to move back home in a few weeks, to where he grew up. If that wasn’t enough, he’d saved the biggest gift for last . . . the docs had worked him over and ran scans and tests, reporting that his liver is in excellent shape! He laughed and said he told them maybe they’d better run that again. We both know that after all that hard drinking, there is only one possible way for him to have an excellent liver–NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE WITH GOD!

Our huge smiles matched this time as he said, “I’d better get outta here.” His face shown as he spoke his parting words to me–

“Keep the Faith!”

There’s no other way to go!

My friend knows Jesus–everything’s gonna be alright!

All Glory Be to God!

“He will care for the needy and neglected when they cry to him for help. The humble and helpless will know his kindness, for with a father’s compassion he will save their souls. They will be rescued from tyranny and torture, for their lifeblood is precious in his eyes.” Psalm 72:12-14 TPT

“He responds to the prayer of the poor and broken and will not despise the cry of the homeless.” Psalm 102:17 TPT

“Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom. And we all, with unveiled face, beholding the glory of the Lord, are being changed into his likeness from one degree of glory to another, for this comes from the Lord who is the Spirit.” 2 Corinthians 3:17-18 RSV

Exciting Book News!

Aug9

https://nationofwomenpublishing.com/product/his-voice-in-my-heart-to-freedom/

A Colorado Women’s Correctional Institution has contacted my publisher requesting donation of the “His Voice in My Heart” book series. They currently have 550 inmates, and stated that about 150 of them consistently attend church services and read faith-based books.

The publisher wrote to the warden to confirm, inquire of how many they wanted and asked how they learned of the books, as they had requested them by title.

She received confirmation from the warden today and contact from the coordinator as well. He stated that he heard about them from the inmates and that they were recommended by several chaplains and volunteers as well. They are asking for 50 of each of the “His Voice in My Heart” books. Which we will send, along with 50 of “Comfort in the Challenge,” which they agreed they would like as well. Hopefully, the excitement of the inmates and the extra 50 books will spill out to the other inmates that don’t attend services and draw them into God’s love.

This is so exciting to me!

This is only one small prison of thousands across the country that we send to via, Prison Book Project, of Titusville Florida; a prison book-placing ministry that we utilize and are so thankful for!

The fact that they want 200 books is evidence that hearts are hungry and the books are touching them!

Praise Jesus!

Would you consider being a part of this exciting opportunity to bring comfort, healing and JESUS to hearts of those hidden from society, but not hidden from God?

He came to set the captives free!

Give the Gift of Compassion

All, “His Voice in My Heart” books, along with “Comfort in the Challenge” are being sent, free of charge, to prisons, jails and rehab centers all over the country; and are offered freely to the homeless. If you would like to be involved, your donations are very much appreciated and are tax deductible.

A special thank you to my publisher, Cindy Neathery, for offering this valuable opportunity!

You may donate by visiting:

https://www.nationofwomen.com

Click on ‘Contributions’ and scroll down to the thumbnail pic of the image above, type ‘for prison books’ in the comment section. Checks may also be made out to Nation of “Women Ministries” and sent to: 619 Roberts Cut Off Rd., River Oaks, TX 76114.

Please write ‘For Prison Books’ on the check. Paying by check saves 3% of the order going to credit card fees.

Thank you so much!

Your generous donation will be used for printing and sending vital books to a lost, broken, and hurting world–additionally, this author has not taken anything from the sale of any of the books, but re-invests everything received–continuing to place these life-giving books into their hands.

Below are direct quotes of a letter received from an inmate that has read the first of the series, “His Voice in 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.”

“I don’t know what made me pick it up again and not only that but couldn’t put it down and it’s 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.”

Thank you, Prison Book Project for making this happen!

Other than what is sent free of charge, proceeds from purchases of “Comfort in the Challenge” will go directly to Canaanland Ministries of Autaugaville, Alabama. A wonderful ministry, proven for over 40 years in successfully restoring men, struggling with addiction, to a new life in Christ– giving families their husbands, sons back.

Please consider a direct donation to them by visiting:

http://www.canaanland.com

Your generous, tax deductible donation will be helping them to fulfill a vision the Lord has placed on their heart–

A Canaanland Ministry in every state!

“Comfort in the Challenge” was written and published in November of 2019. It was written and dedicated to caregivers, before we knew of Covid 19.

My publisher had rejected the original title, stating that the Lord had spoken this to her, “Comfort in the Challenge.”

He had prophetically provided, in advance, for what He knew we were about to face.

Glory to God!

A special thank you and shout out to Prison Book Project of Titusville, Florida.

Their nearly 30 year ministry is devoted to placing good books in the hands of inmates in prisons, jails and rehab facilities; all over the country, as well as our military overseas! It is through their distribution of books that this has all been made possible.

Did you know that an individual can no longer send books into prisons? Books were being sent in laced with drugs, resulting in many deaths. Now, inmates can only receive books direct from a publisher, book-placing ministry, such as Prison Book Project or direct purchase through companies, such as Amazon, and Barnes & Noble. Unfortunately, this is now the world we live in; therefore, I am all the more so very thankful for Prison Book Project’s wonderful ministry!

Please consider a generous donation to their ministry to help with the costs of shipping these books by visiting:

https://www.prisonbookproject.org

Finally, an extra special thank you to all of you that have given to help make this dream come true. Many have caught the vision and have helped. To all of you, no matter how big or how small your donation, you are a vital part in fulfilling this calling. Thank you!

I cannot express enough how very thankful and grateful I am for your kindness!

Thank you so very much!

Love and blessings to you, Lori J. O’Neil

Miracle Progress

Jul10

Hello Reader,

I am excited to announce an update on the miracle God has been working in my eyes. If you are new to this blog, welcome! You may read about the origin of the miracle in the post titled, “A Miracle in Progress.” It details the event when I woke up in December, blind in both eyes. The Lord was so faithful in preparing me for that. Not that I knew I would wake up blind, but He told me to study about entering into His rest, two weeks ahead. That preparation so filled me with trust, that the morning I woke up not seeing I wasn’t afraid but spoke out loud, “This blindness will not remain. I will see again!”

And, I did.

I won’t go over that part anymore, but you may read about it by scrolling back to the original post. I urge you to do so–

His miracles are so great!

So, the last I left you, I was being seen by a cornea specialist–about every 4-5 days. In January, he determined the situation resolved, left me on an ointment for a week more and drops again–indefinitely. I tried to comply, but the drops were hurting my eyes again, much like before the blindness. I actually had prayed before all this blindness had happened, asking the Lord to get me off the drops because they were hurting me; and to bring forth the full manifestation of my healing–no more glaucoma!

One day, I was really wrestling with the fact that God had restored my vision, so much that I no longer needed to wear any correction, even though my eyes had been worse than 20/400 throughout my life; but I was still on drops! I wanted to take the leap, but the doctors have always said you can’t feel the pressure and you can go blind from the damage of high pressure.

Basically, I believed, but I was chicken.

I went to work that day and a guy I work with came by and out of the blue said, “Are you still taking those drops?” When I replied yes, he said it again, leaning in and looking me straight in the eye, with a look that said, Why? I knew it was from the Lord encouraging me to leap, and stopped them that night. Ironically, a month later, I told the same guy that I stopped them, figuring he would be excited about it, but he became a bit upset. He quickly backtracked and said I should talk to my doctor about it. I told him I had an appointment; I just didn’t tell him that my appointment was for 5 months away.

In May I took a vacation. . .

and met some wonderful people from Dublin, who were on vacation as well. It’s a long story, but the short version is the Lord drew me to buy a t-shirt that I didn’t like, so I would take it back the next day and, therefore, meet these people. I know it was His plan, because they didn’t have the size I needed for my Granddaughter, 5-6. Then the Lord said, “There is one, but it’s in the wrong place.” He indicated that it was in the size 1-3 stack. I told the lady I believed there was one in the wrong size and when I went for that 1-3 size stack, she became upset. “Well, it’s not in there!” I paid her no mind, but went right for the color I wanted, half way down the stack, plucked it out from the middle and it was indeed a 5-6! The Lord had hidden it there for me!

The lady’s mouth dropped right open!

Anyway, all this put me walking with these 3 lovely people from Dublin and we got to talking. The man said something like it must have been hard to come all this way by myself. My opening to tell him about the blindness. “Not as hard as it could have been before my miracle.” They became very alert and wanted details. It turns out the woman is an ophthalmologist and her son is medical as well. She was on her way to a 2-day ophthalmology conference. After hearing my testimony, she replied, “That’s impossible.” “You can never get rid of Glaucoma.” I replied, “Nothing is impossible with God.” She seemed bristled, and I understand. She is defending what she knows to be true, but at the same time, I was defending what I know to be TRUE–and it’s a higher Truth that trumps all!

If I hadn’t had to go back and return the t-shirt, I never would have met new friends from Dublin.

The doctors are wrong about not being able to feel glaucoma pressure. After leaving those people, I had a battle of faith. I could feel the pressure so strong, at times it felt like my eyes would explode. I expect there was likely much discussion about it at that medical conference and likely mostly nay-saying. Our words and even the words of others are not to be taken lightly. Words are powerful. Don’t negate someone’s healing by your words. Pray for them. Encourage them. Speak the Word to them; but don’t tell them it can’t be done.

Nothing is impossible with God!

Sometimes we aren’t handed our miracle on a platter, but must take a stance! You see the enemy wanted me back in bondage to those drops. I refused to budge. I spoke my healing and spoke to my eyes–stood my ground.

Never give up!

You were healed when Jesus bore that beating to pay the price for your healing. By faith you bring that promise into this realm. When you pray–receive! Believe and receive it done, right then! I have said it before and I will keep saying it–so many live by their senses. They will believe it, when they see it or feel it. Until then, they don’t think they are healed. Sadly, that kind of mindset usually doesn’t produce healing. That is more doubt than faith. It is challenging the Word, expecting it not to happen, rather than believing that it will–that it is already True! It’s a “prove it to me” attitude that doesn’t please Him, because it’s not truly faith.

He acts on His Word–Unwavering Faith–Trust.

So, I ended up seeing those lovely people many times on that trip, and I hope that one day I can go visit them in Dublin. We exchanged information and I was elated to send them a text today with my news!

Drum Roll Please . . .

My doctor, when she heard that I was off the drops, said she respected my faith but couldn’t sleep nights if my pressure is high. That day her tech had taken the pressure with a hand-held instrument and it read high. For some reason she didn’t re-take the pressure, which she always does. I expect, knowing I was off the drops, that she expected it to be high so didn’t question it. She said that she respected my faith, but asked that we meet in the middle. She wanted to send me to a specialist/surgeon to evaluate. Her intent was that he could put tubes in my eyes to drain and relieve the pressure or a stent. I agreed to go.

I am sure this was all in God’s plan!

You see, in going there, I was taken care of by 5 different techs. They all had a job to do and put me through a battery of tests and full dilation. Each one heard my testimony and then looked astounded when they entered my new stats along side the prior records. “Wow, that’s quite a difference!”

The specialist listened, examined, took pressure, took it again. I continued the story as he typed in findings, and as he started typing a letter to my eye doctor, also a glaucoma specialist, his smile got broader and broader with each new fact.

The FACT of the matter is . . .

He turned and said to me. “You don’t need surgery. You don’t need drops. You don’t need anything because you don’t have glaucoma! You have been off drops for 5 months and your pressure is in the low teens–normal. Your eyes are healthy. You haven’t lost vision. There is only one tiny spot, in the left eye, that had prior nerve damage from years ago that has not gotten any worse.”

“You don’t have glaucoma!”

He also said that those hand-held instruments are not reliable. I agreed. Another time that it was used on me, the reading then as well, was tremendously higher than the re-take ten minutes later.

With a big smile on his face, he sent the letter off to my doctor and said he wanted me to follow up with her in 3-4 months. I can’t wait! I want to see her reaction to all the Lord has done. I know she will be happy for me because she was the one that, twice, saw from field testing that I had regained peripheral vision. Twice! The first time she said, “You’ve regained vision, but that’s impossible.” I replied . . .

Nothing is impossible with God!

She agreed.

“He himself bore our sins in his body on the tree that we might die to sin and live to righteousness. By his wounds you have been healed. For you were straying like sheep, but now have returned to the Shepherd and Guardian of your souls.” I Peter 2:24-25

“And Jesus answered them, ‘Have faith in God. Truly, I say to you, whoever says to this mountain, ‘Be taken up and cast into the sea,’ and does not doubt in his heart, but believes that what he says will come to pass, it will be done for him. Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours. And whenever you stand praying, forgive, if you have anything against anyone; so that your Father also who is in heaven may forgive you your trespasses.” Mark 11:22-26

“Jesus looked at them and said, ‘With men it is impossible, but not with God; for all things are possible with God.'” Matthew 19:26

Please continue to keep me in your prayers as my miracle continues. There is just a bit more ‘tweaking’ to be done for it to be fully manifested. My left eye sees perfectly, but the right eye is 20/40. This is a huge change from the 20/400 it used to be!

I am fully expecting it to be 20/20 when all is said and done. Thank you so much readers, for your faithfulness!

Lori J. O’Neil