Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Meditation - With and Without God: May 25, 2014

May 25, 2014

(To Heaven and Back Again series)

The weekend has been absorbed by the last soccer tournament - three games in three days. My twin sister Bobbi calls after the second one. “Just the person I was thinking of. Tell me, sis, do you remember those weird dreams we had when we were kids?”

“The ones where we were kind of floating around the city at night?” she asks.

“Yes! We could jump up on top of houses and even fly a bit at times.”

“And that one time we held onto a car bumper and it pulled us really far away.”

My brow crinkles as I recall the unpleasant end to our nightly adventures. “That was when those black shapes attacked us. It was terrifying. I couldn’t see except for brief moments as we were being chased. I knew we had to get somewhere safe, but I was lost… we stopped running around in our dreams after that. Tell me, sis, do you think that some people can meditate and leave their body? Maybe some people are more disposed to it, like some people are better athletes.”

She agrees with my assumption, “But it doesn’t mean everyone can’t do it if they work at it. It’s called astral projection or astral travel. I used to do it.”

My mouth drops open, “Really? When did you start doing that?”

Tuesday, December 30, 2014

What Would Mom Do?

Authority on the Soccer Field

My oldest daughter Ashley, who is 13, went to her first day of soccer practice in August. The temperature in Boise was 97 degrees. One of the girls had to sit out because she puked from all the running in the heat.

When I saw Ashley run over to her backpack a couple of times I went to check and see if she was doing okay. "My stomach hurts. I'm looking for my lactose pills," she tells me.

"It's just the heat." I gave her some tough love. "Get back out there and don't stop unless you puke."

Ashley went back out there and managed to make it through practice. When she climbed into the car I asked her how it went.

"Mom, I was feeling so bad. My skin was burning hot, my insides were freezing cold, and my stomach was hurting so bad I could hardly stand," she informs me. "But when we had a break I walked off by myself. I thought, what would Mom do?"

"And what did you do?" I asked, anxious to see what she thought of me.

"I whispered, 'Dear God, I am on this soccer field, so it is mine! I plead the blood over this field - this means the demons have to go and leave me alone!" She says. "Mom, in less than a minute, everything I was feeling just left. There was a little yucky feeling in the pit of my stomach, but that was it!"

I couldn't have been more proud of my little girl. She has learned so well from what has been happening this year. (click here for that story)

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Friday, December 26, 2014

Where Can You Meditate? - May 21, 2014

May 21, 2014

“Mom, I finally have the next entry written up,” I say as I fill my tank for the half-hour drive to my daughter’s soccer practice. “It’s weird, on the few nights I have been rested enough to seek God, He hasn’t been pulling me into His presence like before. Do you think He could have been waiting for me to write up what He already showed me?”

“Could be,” Mom replies. “Maybe He wants to make sure you’re committed to this process.”

I shrug off the question of commitment, God knows my heart. “I’ve never been one to keep a journal, so this writing what is happening as it is happening is a new thing for me… Maybe He’s getting me into the rhythm of it all.”

“I’m sure whatever it is, God has a good reason.”

“Me too,” I say as I climb back into the SUV, heading for the soccer fields in Kuna. “I’m on the road; I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Love you.”

Tuesday, December 23, 2014

What Kind of Sign Are You Looking For?

Many authors have a group of people called “first readers” who take a look at their manuscript before it is sent to an editor. In February of this year, I finished up sent off Angels Believe in You to a group that I had developed from the Prophecy of the Flame novels. All of the readers returned the edited manuscript to me by the end of that month.

TomBragg said something to the effect, “I do believe that there is something up there although I haven’t really put a name on… Reading your new book has made me rethink a few things in my life.”

This happened a couple of months later (as reported by Tom’s  friend Peg):

Tom Bragg drove down to Georgia to join his Navy buddies from the USS Mullinax for a 5-day reunion in Columbus, Georgia. He departed for Chattanooga around 2:00. I received a call from Tom around 4:00. He said that he was in the ER at the Gordon County hospital which is about an hour from Jasper. He had been in an awful car accident, but he seemed to be okay other than a bump on his head, nose bleed and lots of bruises and sore muscles. Tom told me that apparently he had totaled his car, a blue Suburu Forrester, and that I needed to come pick him up.

Before going to the hospital I decided to go to the salvage yard where his car had been towed so that I could retrieve what I could from his car. When I drove into the yard and the man there pointed to Tom's car, I shrieked. How could anyone possibly have survived in that knurled rubble? The salvage yard owner stood there shaking his head and remarking that the wreck was as bad as he had EVER SEEN and that it had to have been a MIRACLE for the driver to get out of that car alive and even unscathed! The car had rolled over several times and had landed upside down.

Friday, December 19, 2014

The Dance of Worship - May 14, 2014

May 14, 1014

Thoughts of God and Heaven enter my mind as I roll over to hug up behind Tony. How many of those leaves from the tree of life can I stuff into my pockets? There are people who are suffering from incurable diseases, so many who need help. How would I chose who to help?” Before I even start to pray, my hands begin to tingle, and I feel an urging in my spirit to come into the presence of the Lord. Quickly, I whisper my thanks and plead the blood of Jesus over myself and my family.

“What are you doing?” Tony asks.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I thought you were asleep,” I say. “I was just doing my nightly prayers.”

“Don’t stay up too late,” he says, rolling onto his back.

To avoid a lie, I remain silent. When I pray, I lose track of time. I cannot guarantee how long I will be with the Lord.

Holy Spirit,” I pray silently, “I don’t know what I’m doing here. You are going to have to help me if I am going to make it to Heaven and back.

Monday, December 15, 2014

Prayer in Church

Does your church ask for people who want to be prayed for to come forward? If your church is lead by the Holy Spirit, perhaps more is going on than you know. A friend of mine, Alan, had this experience one Sunday:

At the church my wife and I had been attending, at the end of the service, all of the church leaders, including myself, prayed for anyone in the congregation that stepped forward. In that prayer time I saw a dark aura over a certain gentleman. I asked for help praying  over him and the prayer took the wind out of me. I was filled with the Spirit and knew something was not right. I felt his horror and dismay from years ago that led to his arrival at our church this day. After my prayer, my wife is certain she saw the dark presence leave his body.

Thursday, December 11, 2014

A Glimpse of Heaven - May 11, 2014

May 11, 2014 

(To Heaven and Back Again series)

On Thursday night, Tony and my eldest daughter Ashley left for a soccer tournament in Couer D’Alene, Idaho. My youngest child Sarah had a game here in town so she and I stayed behind. With Tony gone, Sarah has the rare opportunity to sleep with me. The next morning I gently rub her shoulder, trying to roust her from my bed.

She mumbles, “Mom, can we go to a movie later?”

The pale green numbers on the clock read 10:55 A.M. I smile at the ten-year-old. “If you want to wait we can. But I will need to pray now. So you will have to leave me alone until two o’clock.”

“Okay,” she rubs her eyes grumpily. “All this talking,” she says frowning, “now I’m awake!”

Tuesday, December 2, 2014

Protecting Your Child

Protecting Your Child

Wednesday night was a little more interesting than I thought it would be. A special thanks to Kris, Kelly and Chris for letting me share this story:

Taking a seat I silence my cell phone. Seconds after I flip the switch it begins to vibrate. Kris? What
could she want at this time of night? 

Though I usually only take business calls during office hours, my finger slides across the screen to accept the call before I have time to think about it. "Hey Kris," I say, stepping out of the sanctuary. "What's up? Isn't it like 9 o'clock on the East Coast?"

"It's my daughter Kelly, she needs help... fast" Kris says.

I look to the sanctuary where I am supposed to attend my first Wednesday service. "She needs help tonight? This can't wait until morning?"

"Her three-year-old son has been attacked by a demon." Kris has my full attention as she insists, "She needs help right now."