Spirit Follows me to Disney

I am always amazed at the ways God puts me where He wants me to be. I honestly thought I was just going to Disney, but He had plans for me….even there.

We ran all over Disney last week and did our very best to keep up with the grand kids. But, on the third day of Disney Bootcamp, we encountered an attraction that involved the audience sitting on the ground to watch a show. I drew the line at that demand because I knew that I would never be able to get back up if I sat down on the ground for thirty minutes. The kids ran happily to the sitting area and I searched the wall for a place for me to at least lean. Someone else must have had the same problem because, to my great relief, there was a single bench that ran along the wall. Several other people had already filled up the bench but there was one place remaining for me. So, I happily took my place.

I turned to the woman sitting next to me and made some comment about how very nice it was for them to provide the bench. The show had not started yet so we started visiting. I asked her where she lived and she told me she was from South Carolina. I had seen a report earlier in the day about the huge snowstorm there and I mentioned it to her. She began to tell me that all her employees had been desperately calling her and asking if they had to go to work because of the icy driving conditions. So I asked what business she was in and she told me she was part of a team of people who do grief counseling at a hospital.

Then, she continued on to tell me that, after many years of counseling others, she had recently lost her daughter and nobody really knew how to help her. She said that she was used to helping grieving families who had lost babies, but her own situation was just so different.

Words started coming out of my mouth without me thinking them…again…and I knew God was using me there so I just let it flow. I found myself telling her the story about my mother’s passing and how, when she was mostly on the other side, she began to laugh and smile to something somewhere that we could not see. We asked her what she was doing and she laughed and said, “I’m playing with my boys! They are so cute!”

It took us a few seconds before we understood what was happening. My mother only had two children and we were both girls. She had, however, miscarried three boys who had been about six months along when she lost them. So, her sons had come to meet her at the door! And that means that I will get to meet my brothers someday too!

After I told her that story, she got very quiet and I noticed she had tears in her eyes. She wiped her eyes and the show began so we had to stop talking. But, the message had been sent. When I thought about that later, I realized that I had just given her a message that obviously affected her and would probably be related to others who were hurting because of miscarriages. So, God used me to comfort her and also managed to possibly comfort many others in a state where I would never be. Amazing!

God is so amazing!

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Listen to the Spirit When He Wants You to Pray- Power of Prayer

I did not write the story to follow about the missionary, but I believe it.  I have been awakened from sleep and stopped in the middle of my day with the impulse to pray for someone.  Once, I was awakened at 3:26 am  and knew I was to pray for my son.  He is a policeman in San Antonio and he was on duty that night.  I fell to my knees and prayed for his safety, then went to sleep.  The next day I called him to ask him what he was doing at that time.

“Oh, that was the meth house.”  He went on to explain that there is a policy that police are not to go into a meth house if there is a strong smell as it could explode at any moment.  That night they approached a house and noticed the strong smell even before they knocked on the door.  But when the door opened, a small boy stood there looking up innocently at my son.  He could not help himself.  He went in and cleared out all the children in the house and then opened all the windows.

And that was why I was compelled to pray at 3:26 am.

This is a very similar story. Enjoy….

Here’s a message that will bring you chills.

Have you ever felt the urge to pray for someone and then just put it on a list and said, ‘I’ll pray for them later’?Or has anyone ever called you and said, ‘I need you to pray for me, I have this need?’

Read the following story that was sent to me and may it change the way that you may think about prayer, and also the way you pray. You will be blessed by this…

A missionary on furlough told this true story while visiting his home church in Michigan .

‘While serving at a small field hospital in Africa , every two weeks I travelled by bicycle through the jungle to a nearby city for supplies. This was a journey of two days, and required camping overnight at the halfway point.

On one of these journeys, I arrived in the city where I planned to collect money from a bank, purchase medicine, and supplies, and then begin my two-day journey back to the field hospital.

Upon arrival in the city, I observed two men fighting, one of whom had been seriously injured. I treated him for his injuries and at the same time talked to him about the Lord.

I then travelled two days, camping overnight, and arrived home without incident.

Two weeks later I repeated my journey upon arriving in the city, I was approached by the young man I had treated. He told me that he had known I carried money and medicines.

He said, ‘Some friends and I followed you in to the jungle, knowing you would camp overnight. We planned to kill you and take your money and drugs. But just as we were about to move into your camp, we saw that you were surrounded by 26 armed guards.

At this, I laughed and said that I was certainly all alone in that jungle campsite.
The young man pressed the point, however, and said, ‘No, sir, I was not the only person to see the guards, my friends also saw them, and we all counted them. It was because of those guards that we were afraid and left you alone.’

At this point in the sermon, one of the men in the congregation jumped to his feet and interrupted the missionary and asked if he could tell him the exact day this happened. The missionary told the congregation the date, and the man who interrupted told him this story:

‘On the night of your incident in Africa , it was morning here, and I was preparing to go play golf. I was about to putt when I felt the urge to pray for you. In fact, the urging of the Lord was so strong, I called men in this church to meet with me here in the sanctuary to pray for you. Would all of those men who met with me on that day stand up?’
The men who had met together to pray that day stood up. The missionary wasn’t concerned with whom they were, he was too busy counting how many men he saw.

There were 26.

This story is an incredible example of how the Spirit of the Lord moves in behalf of those who love Him. If you ever feel such prodding to pray, go along with it, you don’t know what it can mean to that person.

Nothing is ever hurt by prayer except the gates of hell.

I encourage you to forward this to as many people as you know. If we all take it to heart, we can turn this world toward God once again.

As the above true story clearly illustrates, ‘With God all things are possible’.

More importantly, how God hears and answers the prayers of the faithful.

After you read this, please pass it on and give God thanks for the beautiful gift of your faith, for the powerful gift of prayer, and for the many miracles He works in your own daily life… And then pass it on. Who says God does not move on the earth today?

Dreams of Prophecy

We dream every night, but some dreams become paranormal when they cross the line and become prophecy.  Experts tell us that dreams are our brain’s way of making sense of the day we just lived.  Most of our dreams are of this category…others are God’s way of getting our attention when He could not get us to sit still long enough to communicate something important to us.

I do not know if others who dream prophetically have the same parameters as I do.  You see, my prophetic dreams are in vivid color and I know to pay attention if the dream came in color.  I have recorded many of my color dreams in my book, ‘Growing Up Weird: Confessions of a Closet Medium’.

Don’t get me wrong.  Just because I see a dream in color does not necessarily mean it makes complete sense.  It only means that there will come a day when I see the same scene in reality.  That is what makes me wonder and worry about some of the color dreams I have seen, especially if something unpleasant occurs in the dream.

A series of dreams haunted me three nights in a row in 1980.  After the second night’s dream, I was actually afraid to go to sleep.  That fear will get you after you see yourself die!  Sure enough, the third night provided another color dream to make it a set.  I thoroughly described each dream to my husband upon waking in the morning and they bothered me for a long time before I decided that they might just have been a case of too many sweets the day before.  I went blissfully along believing that until the first one happened.

In this dream, I found myself standing at a certain place along a street in the town we lived in at the time.  Something had happened to the West and people were scared about it.  Several people came up to me and asked me, “Is the water safe to drink?”  I answered, “I don’t know, the cultures have to grow a bit longer before I will be sure”.  And that was all. It made no sense to me at the time because I was teaching and I could not figure out why anyone would ask me that question.  Little did I know or plan on the fact that I would open a water testing lab eight years later.  And when I opened the lab, I did not even think about that dream because, to be honest, I had forgotten it.  Then, ten years after I had the dream,  I found myself at the location I had seen in the dream in my little lab.  Something had happened to the water supply in Del Rio and all the faucets were pouring out brown water.  I happened to be the closest lab, so I was running the tests on the water.  I still did not make the connection between all of this and that dream until someone called me and asked me if the water was safe to drink.  “I don’t know, the cultures have to grow a bit longer before I will be sure.”

It hit me hard when I realized what had just happened.  A cascade of realization washed over me. That dream had officially come true and if that dream could come true, then the others could also.  That was very bad news.  You see, in the second dream, I saw my own death.  In the dream, something had once again happened to the West.  The street was filled with panicking people as we watched a huge pink cloud boil towards us from the West.  We stood and watched with our mouths hanging open as the pink cloud engulfed others before us and they fell down.  In particular, I remember a person on a scooter dying before the cloud got there.  Then, they got back up but they were not the same.  I remember the resignation I felt as the cloud washed over me and I fell down, only to stand back up and stare at my hands and arms as they were now different.  I knew I had died.  Then, I woke up.

Something happens to you when you see your own death.  First of all, you realize your mortality really quickly.  At that age, I had not ever thought about my own death.  I was basically invincible.  Death was something that happened to others, not me.  So, the dream scared me until I also realized that I had stood back up and was fine afterwards.  I remember thinking, “Huh…was that all?  That wasn’t so bad.”  I lost my fear of death that day.

I feared going to sleep the next evening though because these dreams were so intense that they filled my whole day with wonder.  Sure enough, the third night held another interesting dream.  I was not on the earth anymore.  In fact, I was flying/floating over the earth high above as I watched the scene below with great interest.  It was like a map, I was so high up.  A huge army of tanks shaped in a V was headed towards Israel.  The first tank had a person standing on top of it pointing viciously at Israel.  He had a white turban on his head and his face was very distinctive.  I hung around in the dream just long enough for his face to be emblazoned on my brain.  Then I woke up.

Once again, I described the dream to my husband, but neither of us could understand what it meant.  Obviously someone was out to get Israel, but I had never seen this man’s face before.  About eleven years after this dream, Saddam Hussein invaded his neighbors and the Gulf War began.  The television constantly showed pictures and maps of the situation.  To be honest, it was the first time since fifth grade that I had seen a map of the area.  I ran to the television and said, “the tanks are coming from over here!” as I pointed to Saudi Arabia.  My husband asked me if Saddam was the man I had seen. I told him it was not Saddam, still wondering who it could be.  Obviously, this was not the war I had seen.

Sometime after that, I was walking through the living room with a load of clean laundry when I saw the man on the television.  A major network was doing an interview of a man from Saudi Arabia who was not all that important at the time.  It was Bin Laden.  I saw his face and threw the clothes on the couch to run and get my husband.  “It’s him!  The man in the tank!”  The attack on Israel that Bin Laden began has not stopped yet even though he is dead.  His influence will continue to ignite the war that will come to Israel.

I have done some thinking about the pink cloud from the second dream.  As a science teacher, I know that ionized hydrogen is pink.  What does it take to ionize hydrogen?  Something with sudden intense energy release.  Many possibilities fall into this description.  One would be a nuclear blast.  Another could be an asteroid hitting the planet.  And still another would be the eruption of a supervolcano….such as the one at Yellowstone Park that is past due to erupt….and it is to my West.  Or, it could be any combination of these like a supervolcano set off by an asteroid strike.  All I know is that it will kill many people, including myself.

When will all of this happen?  Who knows?!!  It took ten years for the second dream to happen and it seemed like that dream was just to show me that those dreams were to be taken seriously.  I do know one other thing.  I saw a woman on a scooter die shortly before the cloud arrived.  At the time of the dream, my mother was healthy.  Since then, she became afflicted with multiple sclerosis and rode a red scooter.  She died in July.

Now you know what I know.