Category Archives: Faith

Playing Bongos With God

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Playing Bongos With God

Today was Wednesday Prayer Group. Any day spent with my prayer group is noteworthy but today was special. Special in a way that I just realized..

Cameron spoke a prayer out and said God is telling him to let us know we can ask for something we’ve held back on. Something that is more a want or gift and not our normal obedience. I smiled because I knew what I asked for once before. Although I knew he heard me I decided to take advantage of the moment again. I asked to sing. Sing majestically! I promised if I had a voice I would sing to him every chance.

I didn’t even think about how shallow it was.. I am asking my Father, creator to change something he made.. Wow!

After a long day and a night full of praise and worship, I came home tired. I kept hearing him say to take a shower.. “But I don’t want a shower” I said to God. Suddenly, I was convicted with being disobedient. That’s how God works. It’s like you’re in a conversation with yourself but you know that those aren’t your thoughts and your ideas..

I smiled so big again.. Yes Papa, you want to talk to me.

I got in the shower with my worship on. I waited and tried to see if I could sing. I know this is why he called me, right! I sang.. Nothing, a matter of fact I was probably more off-key than ever. I can play my imaginary bongos perfectly for him. I dropped to my knees and raised my hands up. I began to tap the water following down at me to the beat.. Yes! God spoke softly to me. He said “I made you perfectly and I love how you sing to me. I want you to understand that and just because you don’t wake up with a new voice doesn’t mean that I didn’t hear your petition. I will give you a stronger confidence in your voice.”

As these words were spoken to me ever so gently I felt ever tap on my imaginary bongos was tapping his hands. It was beautiful….

He took my hands and brought them together like in a prayer position. When I did this in the stream of the water it was the center of the shower head and there was no water. The water poured around the outside. He said “See that when you have your hands closed they are safe from the storm, now open your hands to my storm and receive all of my shelter”.

When I was obedient to God he gave me so much intimacy. He played bongos with me, he told me I was perfect the way he made me and he showed me how opening my hands will allow me to receive his love.

Thank you Lord Jesus, Papa

You ARE an awesome God and creator and I love you so much.

I surrender and seal this with an Autumn Amen..

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A Prayer To My Son At Boot Camp

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Dear Heavenly Father,

As I play this song I see Mary on her knee’s at Jesus’s feet while he hung from the cross. My heart weeps along with her. As a mother, we all must have that unconditional faith in our children. I can only pray that I have the strength and courage of Mary. May God grant me the wisdom to say the right words, sight to believe that a greater day will come and the power to heal them with my motherly love when their hearts are wounded from the enemies vicious attacks. I pray you show me what you want me to do. I believe in your training Lord, I believe you’ve prepared me with your armor. Dear Lord thank you for speaking to me this morning. Thank you for the one rain drop that landed on my cheek. It was a tear from Jesus, you showed me that.
Lord Jesus I thank you for giving me the ability to travel and see my only son as he graduates from the Air force. You provided what was necessary by giving insight on what was truly of importance. I’m honored that I’m blessed..

“Blessed is the womb that bore you and the breasts that nursed you,”

In Gods name I pray and sealed with a amen +++

A Letter To Chance

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A Letter To Chance

Dear Chance,

I’ve decided to write you on Tuesdays.

I figure you’re adjusting to your schedule and expectations by now. Things are going fine here. We’re having a graduation party for Lindsey this weekend. I’ve been a busy bee trimming the hedges, searching for cob webs in the corners of the ceiling and tidying away clutter. You know how I clean to perfection. I’m trying to stay calm so that I can enjoy the moment and be myself.

Your sister and your little brother “Greyson” are existing, I wouldn’t call them living.  You know how that ship sails! George wants me to tell you hello and he loves you. Trace is proud of you and knows you will excel in this field. From one geek to another!

I’m connecting to Jesus and God now and here is your prayer..

Dear Heavenly Father,

I want to thank you Lord for Chance. I pray that he stands true to his faith and has the courage to stand strong when challenged. I pray that when he’s stretched and feels he can’t go on one more second that you show him Jesus on the cross. I can do anything physically when I see this through your eyes. Bless Chance with that ability to see with your vision. I pray that when he is hungry and the meal hasn’t completely satisfied his hunger that he can distinguish between the physical and mental hunger. Dear Lord as his mother I pray for you to keep him warm at night with your spirit and comforted when he feels broken. I pray that Chance will seek your face at the beginning of his day so that he can wear you making him better ready for anything that comes his way. I ask the Holy Spirit to control his thinking and renew his mind. Cloth him with your precious, unconditional glorious love.

Sealed with a Amen XX

 

I learned that I had to stop praying to God and pray with him. As I develop my intimacy with him my prayers become more fluent. Sometimes I don’t even know where my words come from. I think a spirit takes over and prays through me. lol

I just read The 1st Core Value of an airman. Wow, that sums you up in a nutshell. I have so much pride in you son.

I love you and miss you.. I miss not being able to text you that when I want.

With Love,

Mom

 

USAF Boot Camp Letter #1

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USAF Boot Camp Letter #1

Dear Chance,

My first letter to you as a member of the United States Air Force. Those words said are with great pride. I will not fill my letters with questions and worry. I know you’re fine and in good hands.

I’m really good at writing my thoughts and words and I’m kind of excited that I can write you. I choose to type because unfortunately my manuscript is not easy to read and it would take to long to spell check everything. Modern technology is a gift!

I figure you might be a little home sick and with the holiday weekend approaching you might be a little weary. This holiday will forever have a different meaning. I think it’s cool that you can feel it there on your first weekend gone.

Anyway, I’ve experienced a lot of changes. God has filled me with his spirit and I’m going to pray with you. Prayer is powerful in three and I’m praying with Jesus and God now.

Dear Heavenly Father,

When the day is long and the nights are short I pray that you fill  Chance with renewed energy and focus. Each morning when he places his feet on the ground that he feels your spirit and thanks you for having this day. Dear Lord, I pray that you bless Chance with courage, not only a warrior of our land, but an even stronger warrior of you. When he closes his eyes at night may he feel your comfort and love just like he’s cradled in the cusp of your hands dear lord. Please reassure him of your presence so he knows he is never alone. I feel like he has blisters on his feet and if this is true I pray you speed the healing of those. When he’s broken and feels his dignity has been lost I pray that you lift him up beyond the ceilings above his head but lift him high into your heavenly euphoria. Dear Lord I thank you for blessing me with such a strong child. He is wise beyond his years and I have faith that he will become a strong leader. He is the Shepard that leads the sheep and I pray you show him that.

Sealed With A Amen XX

I love you Chance and I know you are shining bright.

Love,

Mom

I’m Wearing The Armor Of God

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Since the Holy Spirit filled me I have experienced strong attacks from #13 & 15 daughters. The source is clear now. I know that girls wouldn’t intentionally attack me. Yesterday, I laid in the yard and I told God I completely surrender to him. I am going to live entirely on faith and whatever it is he wants me to do, I will do.

I was attacked by #13 with her verbal arrows of guilt and hostility. Something possessed me to hold my arms up in a circle with my fingertips touching to form a shield. I said “I’m wearing the armor of God and I deflect your arrows from the evil spirit”. I seriously have no idea where those words came from. It worked though, she left me alone and I didn’t lose my temper or fight back like the old Leslie would have.

I was really tired and ‘T and I went to our bedroom around 8:00. I knew #15 was wanting me to color her hair but she disappeared all day. I told ‘T she was going to show up wanting her hair done now that I’m going to bed. Sure enough she slithered in and sat at the foot of our bed. She had a snide look on her face and apparently had slept all day. First thing she said was “Why haven’t I colored her hair yet” without a pause or breath she continued her verbal attack. Once again I put up my shield and said the same words “I’m wearing the armor of God and I deflect your arrows from the evil spirit”She tried several times to penetrate me after but I held my shield tight. She finally walked out..

About 10 minutes later she comes back with a different demeanor but it was still in her. Normally, I would be mad and refuse to do it but when she asked again I calmly agreed. As I was getting everything ready I burned a piece of sage to hopefully cleanse the negative energy out. I put on music from church.

I’m finding myself in constant conversation with God. Everything is clear and I know that I will be alright as long as I trust God.

I started applying the color to her hair, it’s a deep red violet color. She started casting out her evil arrows. I stopped and opened the bathroom door because I was getting physically agitated. I couldn’t be pinned in there with it. I stated that she needed to not speak to me. A few minutes passed and I told her that in the nicest way that you have to think about the way your treat the people who you’re seeking customer service from, you don’t want your food spit in.

This is when the attack started to become very real.. I started to get this crushing pain when I lifted my arms to touch her head. The pain was like a wave as it faded when I bent over taking my hands off of her. It’s hard to explain, not muscles and not like stabbing pain. It was a curling uncomfortable feeling. T asked if I needed a pain pill, I said “NO it’s not that kind of pain” because I knew that it was an attack. I knew when I finished touching her the pain would be gone. I finally got as far as I could and I saw flashes of the back of Jesus’s bloody head with the thorn crown. I slowly watched and touched her head deeply, it wasn’t her head anymore. I turn and dropped over my sink exhausted, knowing what just happened.

My theory is the evil spirit that resides in her doesn’t like me anymore. I pray over her, anointing her, demanding they leave my child alone. I plead for God to pursue her and through my hands, my flesh, I feel like God is touching her. There is a raging war between the good and the evil. I was attacked physically by this evil. I pushed through and continued to talk to God the entire time.

I didn’t know if I could even tell Trace all of that. He was waiting to hear me testify because he saw something was going on and he knew that the pain I was encountering was evil. I went in the bathroom before I told him and got on my knees and cried. I thanked God for whatever that was and showing me Jesus’s bloody head.

I did tell Trace even though it sounds so crazy.. Two months ago I was cursing at God and now I’m writing like a mad woman about evil attacking me. I know how this looks and sounds. It appears my mental illness is progressing in a slightly psychotic direction. Or does it? Is this the will of God that people interpret as psychotic? Do we take medications to silence the voice of God? Maybe what seems like reckless behavior is simply acting on blind faith?

I’m beginning to see that we’re all driven by a force. We have either Holy Spirit or Evil Spirit.. One is the driving force because there isn’t two drivers at the same time. I feel like God filled my tank full of the Holy Spirit and I am the vessel that is transporting me through this journey. An evil filled tank will only take us to hell. An evil filled tank will only take us to hell. An evil filled tank will only take us to hell.

Dear God,

Yesterday you showed me many things. Maybe they have always been here but I wasn’t seeing them because I was lacking your intimacy. I’m excited every step of the way because I don’t know what you will show me next. Your opportunities appear in a split spontaneous moment. Thank you for this passion you have filled me with. Thank you for the opportunity to see with your vision..

You gave me (Chin) the name in my sleep.. I don’t know why, but I did what I felt like I was supposed to do. I reached out to Sydney and told her, then prayed for her. Your message was clear and I see that plain as day. I have faith you will show me the answer why some day but until then I will be secure acting on blind faith.

I love you God. Thank you for my children, Trace, and our French bulldog George. I know George has a aliment and I ask that you show me or Trace the source of that so we can help him.

Sealed With A Amen XX