Thursday, April 16, 2015

More Coincidences? - April 1, 2015

April 1, 2015

My husband Tony was tossing and turning, so I knew he was still awake. "Hey, Honey, can I tell you what God just pointed out to me when I was talking to him?" I ask.

"Sure," he sighs, surely thinking that maybe this God stuff will lull him into sleep.

Jeshua - The Missing Years
"Akiana's painting, the one where I recognized the child that I bowed to and called "Lord:" the one that convinced me that God wants me to visit Jesus in Heaven through meditation. The caption in her book, Akiana: Her Life, Her Art, Her Poetry, says 'Jeshua - The Missing Years.' It talks about how Jesus at the age of fourteen visited his Father in Heaven during one of His meditations."

I sum it all up for my husband, "This is the fourteenth year since God spoke to me in an audible voice. Fourteen years since I began walking with the Holy Spirit."

"People can connect all the dots when they really want something to be true. The truth is you still haven't gone to Heaven."

"Think of this as a theory then. There is absolutely no evidence of a "big bang," yet you believe in the theory because scientists point to things that make it seem like a plausible answer. Isn't there enough supporting evidence about going to Heaven to convince you, yet?"

Thursday, April 9, 2015

Why is it Taking So Long? - March 25, 2015

March 25, 2015

Snuggling up behind my husband, I slide my right arm around him in our nightly "spooning" ritual. My thoughts speaking to the Lord aren't exactly respectful: “What's up with this? All day today your presence has been surrounding me and now that I'm here, ready to meditate, You don't even call me? I thought we were practicing for Heaven?”

Silence surrounds me. The Big Guy offers no guidance.

“What's different from right now and earlier today?” I ask myself. “Well, I was worshiping and His presence surrounded me. But right now I don't FEEL like worshiping. I am so tired of waiting! It's been over a year...”

In a flash of insight I see myself, my actions, in a whole new light:
It is like a kid who knows that you have bought them an Xbox for Christmas, yet throws a tantrum when you walk by the video game aisle in the store because they want the game NOW!

My heart crumbles and my attitude changes. “Lord, I am so sorry. This is your gift, I will try to be more patient. You know, I always thought that the reason You were so often frustrated with your disciples was because they had not yet been given the Holy Spirit; of course, they were a little slow to comprehend things. But I have been actively working on listening to the Spirit for fourteen years and still I throw a tantrum, acting like a spoiled child.” The presence of God tingles across my body, letting me know I’m on the right path.

Thursday, April 2, 2015

A Delay in the Trip to Heaven - March 13, 2015

March 13, 2015

Kelly Lowe is the daughter of a friend of mine. When I heard how the justice system had failed her, I was appalled. This is the year 2015, not 1950. Weren't men more enlightened? Didn't women have equal rights? How could our American justice system tell the victim of a rape that there was no justice for her because she left her two kids and husband at home while she went out drinking with her sister?

There had to be something I could do. In February 2015, I contacted Kelly to see if she would be willing to let me start a Facebook rally to draw attention to this situation. We hoped that "Hold Him Accountable" would get the attention of the national news media.