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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..

Visionary

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Visionary

In our prayer group last week or executive pastor joined us. Of course Miss. Denise wanted to pray over him first. I think it’s pretty cool when we can lay hands on our leaders and pray for them.

I find myself drawn to the ground kneeling with my hands on the persons feet as we pray on them. There is a strange comfort I feel. I don’t really understand it. The first time I saw this take place I remember it being overwhelmingly beautiful to me.

Anyway, the entire time they were praying all I could see was him holding an infant baby wrapped in a blue blanket. I haven’t been going to this church long enough to know everyone personally.

I got home and searched his FaceBook for any sign of a child. I tossed around the idea if I should share what I saw. It wasn’t a hint, it was a five-minute long picture that wouldn’t leave my mind.

I have decided to test the things I see even if it’s totally uncomfortable. Like when that person pops in your head and something nudges you to pray or call them. My Daddy and I have that connection, I get him in my head and he will never fail to call. We go weeks, even months without talking so when it happens I know it’s that connection on a different level.

I went for it and messaged him and told him I probably sound totally crazy but I was shown a picture of him holding a baby boy. He never messaged me back. I believe very deeply that he and his wife are going to find out they are pregnant soon. I will let you know!

Peace & Love my friends,

Les

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 +++

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

Open Heart, Open Mind

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A few days before Mothers day I was walking out of my bedroom and glanced over to the dresser. Dr.Wayne Dyer’s book “Change Your Thoughts, Change Your Life” was sitting out. I stopped and backed up. Something pulled me back. I picked it up, opened it to a paragraph and read theses words “Keep a open heart”. Sounds simple right..

I grabbed the post it notes off the desk and walked into my bathroom. I wrote ” I am going to keep a open heart and open mind. I commit to going to church Sunday”. I did just that..

Sunday, Mothers Day 2014 we went to the 11:00 service. I was able to bribe #15 into going which was nice. During the service he spoke on many things. The word transgender was even used. Wow.. the moment when you think the pastor knows your deep pain. How? Impossible! During the service I closed my eyes and I felt my eyes roll back in a flutter. I felt this flood enter through my head and fill my chest. I had been only a seven day fast.. I was depleted, conquered, weak BUT I walked in there with a open heart and open mind.

God filled me with his spirit. It’s that simple…

I’m ashamed of my prior writings. I thought of deleting them but something tells me to keep them. Currently, I can’t curse, I can’t drink and I can’t even loose my temper. The man’ and me have joined a spiritual warfare group and a life group. I have so much to write about that has changed me in the last few weeks.  Everything is making sense to me and I feel comforted.

Dear God,

I have felt so unworthy of you. You gave me back my worth. When my days were spinning out of control, you grounded me. When Satan uses his tools of guilt and sin, you have given me armor and wisdom. My tears have become sweet weeping of faith and hope, no longer from the pain. I thank you God, my father, for every breath, I’m honored to fill my chest with your spirit. You’ve replaced my violent flashbacks with images of Jesus nailed to the cross. I wake everyday for weeks with your glorious music in my mind. My feet touch the ground an I thank YOU GOD. I feel your electricity that makes my hands tremble, I feel you and I know you have blessed me. I will not disappoint you dear Lord. I keep seeing flashes of myself cradled in the cusp of your hands surrounded by glorious warm light. These flashes are swift but clear, I know where your are. You’re the song in my wind chimes, you’re the spirit that bridges T’s soul and mine, you’re the smile when I think of my children. You’re my father!

Sealed with a Amen XX