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The Final Test - 313 - January 2, 2017

September 30, 2016

(To Heaven and Back Again series)



The plane leveled off and I searched for the button that would let me recline a couple of inches. Unable to find it, I mentally kicked myself for choosing the seat before the exit row. It had been so long since I’d flown I had forgotten that this row doesn't recline.

It was hard to believe that I wouldn’t see my husband, Tony, or my kids for more than three weeks especially considering my destination. I had a firm, strong feeling I had to go and help take care of my in-laws. I wasn’t 100% sure it was God behind the urging until Tony came on board with the idea. My hubby’s support for a trip of this length was a minor miracle. I was still getting used to the new firm “knowing” style of speaking that the Holy Spirit had begun using to guide me.

 My mother-in-law, Carol, was in the hospital recovering from pneumonia. She had been immobile so long that it would take physical therapy to get her to the point where she could get out of bed with minor help. My father-in-law, Jim, just had back surgery and didn’t need to be lifting anything… hence my extended stay. 

I had been in Houston for a few days when Carol was finally moved to rehab where her personal items were placed in a drawer. This included some really good lotion. It started off simple enough: her back was itchy. Knowing it was probably dry, I offered to put lotion on it. This led to rubbing her achy legs with lotion. That firm, almost unnoticeable knowing of the Holy Spirit urged me to put lotion on her feet and rub the bottoms of them.

“She’s not able to stand much; maybe this will help her legs feel better.” I thought as I rubbed lotion into her feet and massaged them a bit. What I had done didn’t really hit home until I much later.

Alone at the house, I lay on the bed meditating and worshiping God. Suddenly it occurred to me: I rubbed some nasty, gnarly feet and didn’t even flinch! I hate feet… I mean I really, really hate feet. That whole story about Jesus washing the feet of the disciples… ewe! Slowly the realization dawned – I must have been operating with the Holy Spirit. Only He could have me do something like that without even thinking twice about it.

I sprang up out of bed, “I was flowing with the Holy Spirit… I passed a test!” I shouted. “WHOO-HOO!”

The voice of the Spirit cut though the excitement like a cold breeze through an open window, “The test isn’t over.”

My head dropped and a small sighed escaped. “This trip is a test…” I thought. Joy overcame me again, I whispered, “I passed part of the test!” adding a hushed, “whoo-hoo!”


A few days later I was talking to my sister, Bobbi, on the phone. She lives not to far from my in-laws and we were coordinating a visit. She was telling me about her ministry partner and how he gets Holy Ghost’s texts:
Often Andrew will think he hears Bobbi’s ringtone. When he checks his phone, no text. Soon after this happens he gets a dream or vision about something that she will need or if it is during the day he will call her and she will be in need of his help.
After I hung up with Bobbi I called Mom and was relaying this story to her. I added, “I often hear Tony’s ringtone right before he calls or when I need to get up and have overslept. Perhaps I need to pay more attention; maybe God is trying to speak to me in this way, too.”

About this time, I got another phone call. I didn’t recognize the number so I let it go through to voicemail. I checked to see who called after we hung up. The ID on the phone said, “Angels Camp, California.” The coincidence of the topic of discussion was too much. My fingers seemed to have a mind of their own as the clicked on the number to return the call and see who it was that had called me at that particular time.

A machine answered and a recording played, “Hello and thank you for calling. If you want to be placed on a ‘do not call list’ for the number that called you, please press one now.” The message played in a repeated loop. Needless to say, I did not press one.

 For good measure, I spoke clearly into the phone, “I accept all calls directed by God and welcome them anytime.”

The next day when I went in to see Carol a startling sight greeted me. Outside her window as a bird feeder. A large gray bird, more than three times the size of the sparrows, was trapped inside the clear rectangular box. Jim pointed out that it was a morning dove.

Both Jim and Carol were convinced that the “greedy bird got itself into that predicament and it could get itself out if it really wanted to.” I insisted that it was stuck and went to go and free it.

As I approached the feeder the sparrows flew away with loud chirps of protest. The morning dove hopped and tried to spread its wings but couldn’t get out. When I tilted the box onto its side, the bird hopped to the edge and flew off to safety.

The Holy Spirit began speaking to me as I sauntered back inside. Jim had left so it was a good time to talk to Carol. I began cautiously, asking the Holy Spirit to guide my words. “Carol, I think God sent that bird as a sign. In the Bible the Holy Spirit is often referred to as ‘like a dove.’ That bird was stuck, just like you are stuck in your body right now. You can’t get up and do what you need to, but with one touch of God’s hand, you can hop free just like that bird! I believe God wants me to pray for you to be healed.”

Carol smiled and said she was tired. I rolled her onto her side then went into the hall to call my friend Kristy. After I relayed what happened we prayed and asked God to keep speaking to Carol.

A couple of hours later I’m hunkered down in a chair typing away on my latest book on my laptop when Carol says, “My goodness, that birdfeeder is going to come off there. It must be really windy for it to swing back and forth like that.”

I looked up in time to see the feeder swinging wildly upon the metal hook. “I don’t think that is the wind. It would take a hurricane to make it move like that when it is so full of birdseed,” I declare, “I think God is trying to get your attention to what He did with that feeder!”

Despite this sign, Carol didn’t want me to pray for her. When I would ask she always said, “Maybe later.” In that firm “knowing” I was sure that after I left and came back, she would be ready.


The visit with my sister was wonderful. It was every bit as filled with signs and wonders from God as my time with my in-laws. The night before we planned to drive back to Jim and Carol’s house, Bobbi got a phone call from the parents of an old high school classmate, Richie. They were calling his friends to have them come and say goodbye. Richie had just got out of surgery and they didn’t expect him to live long.

Richie had a rare disease which had caused the bile duct from his liver to shut down. This caused a lot of liver damage. The doctors had hoped to cut off some of the liver suffering from cirrhosis. When they made the first incision into the liver it bled uncontrollably. They said he had necrosis of the liver. In other words, his liver was dead. They sewed him back up and said there was nothing they could do.

On Saturday morning, we headed out to the hospital in Dallas: it was only a few hours from my in-laws’ house. A quick discussion revealed that Bobbi and I had both prayed the same prayer for Richie the night before. We worshiped and prayed on the way, believing God had a purpose in all this.

The late night and early departure wore on me and after a while I leaned back in my chair for some “meditation.” Internally, I had a frank conversation with the Lord. “You have called me as a prophet. I’m not going to just go off and do something on my own. If you want me to pray for Richie to be healed, please let me know!”

Minutes later, I saw myself standing beside a hospital bed. Then I saw a gray lumpy mass that was black on one end. The black seemed to be spreading into the gray. The vision shifted perspective; I was now looking at the underside of the mass. There was a bright pink of newly healed flesh which was quickly spreading into the rest of the mass, restoring the gray and the black.

“Hey Sis,” I said, as I sat up in the seat. After telling her what I saw, I asked, “What do you think?”

Bobbi answered my question with one of her own, “Do you think God wants you to pray so He can heal Richie?”

“Well, people on TV say that they see pictures in their mind and then call out things that God wants to heal… maybe this is what is happening to them. Could I be seeing pictures like they do?” I sigh, “I don’t have any idea how to do something like this… I’m going to pray and ask God what to do.”

It didn’t take long to get an answer. I heard myself say, “Jesus loves you. He sent me here to pray so that you would be healed.” I thought, “That sounds like a good thing to say…” Less than ten minutes later I sat up again.

Bobbi and I rejoiced the rest of the way to the hospital. When we got there, I did what I heard myself doing. As I prayed, I felt the tingling of the Holy Spirit it my forearms: I could sense a tangible presence surrounding our hands by a foot and a half.

It didn’t end with the prayer. Afterwards, the Spirit overcame me for about two hours. I witnessed to Richie about what God had been doing in my life – the three healings, meeting my guardian angel, and the big highlights of my walk with God. After two hours, my body went limp. It felt like I had ran a marathon. My thoughts were sluggish and it was all I could do to put one foot in front of the other when we went to the car to find a place to get some dinner.

The Bible speaks of this exhaustion. The prophet Elijah killed 400 priest of Baal then outran a chariot. Afterward he was so exhausted he lay under the shade of a tree and asked God to let him die. An angel had to bring Elijah food twice before his strength returned. (1 Kings 18) The Word of God also speaks of Jesus withdrawing from the crowds because He was tired after He ministered.

At dinner Bobbi said she felt the Holy Spirit enter Richie in a big whoosh while I was praying. By the next day Richie was showing great improvement. He was released from ICU three days after the surgery and from the hospital 10 days later. Richie says he feels stronger than he has in years; the incision stretching across his entire stomach healed up and he was up and moving about normally after being home a little more than a week. We are waiting on the test results to confirm what we already know: he has been miraculously healed!

When I returned to my in-laws’ Carol was indeed ready for me to pray for her. After saying a brief prayer I sat on the edge of her bed. “Carol, your healing will come as you do what your physical therapist tells you to do. Just like that bird, you need to hop to the edge and you will be free.” A strength rose up inside me, “This isn’t me talking to you. This is what God is saying. You need to put all your effort in doing what the doctors say and God will add his super to your natural and you will recover miraculously.”

The next day the Spirit of God came upon me when I was talking to Kristy on the phone. I began to prophesy. It was like I couldn’t hold back the words and what God was saying. God has not released me to give that prophecy now, but part of it was that my ministry with Him has now begun. I passed the test!

The full impact of the trip didn’t take hold until the night before I was due to return home. I had purchased my ticket on Priceline. Tony asked for the exact time of my return. Since I let them chose the time to save money I hadn’t looked closely at my return flight. Putting on my glasses I searched for my arrival time.

Excitement surged through me as I spotted the exact time of my landing: 3:13 PM. Most flights land at numbers that end in five: 3:15 would have been normal. 3:13 PM was God speaking. Back when God first spoke audibly to me I asked Him to speak to Tony so that my husband wouldn’t be able to deny the blessing of God when it came.

Tony is an engineer: numbers are his thing. Over a one week period he received the number 313 three times. (The entire story is available for FREE in Angels Believe in You). Since that time we have been watching for these numbers. Receiving them to mark this trip was pretty miraculous.

One more little note: God’s people, the Jews, don’t keep a calendar like we do – no AD or BC. As they recon it, this is the year 5777. If you add up the numbers Tony received 3 + 1 + 3 it equals seven. He received the numbers three times: 777.

All these things taken together, it seems clear. It has begun. Not in any way that I imagined. I am now on the job and every day seems to bring new revelation. Many of these are included in my new FREE books.  

In March of 2014 I released Angels Believe in You. This book covers a 13 year period of my life where some interest things occurred:


  • I heard the voice of God
  • received two undeniable physical signs from God
  • saw angels and demons on thirteen separate occasions
  • was healed three times from serious and fully documented medical conditions
Have you ever wondered…
  • What do angels and demons look like?
  • How can angels help us?
  • What proof do we have that angels are among us?
  • What power do we have over demons?
Inside the pages of “Angels Believe in You” you will find some surprising answers.

Make no mistake; Lynn does not claim to be an expert on angels or demons. She is neither the epitome of Christian perfection, nor a Bible scholar. However, what happened to her is both astounding and irrefutable.

It is Lynn’s sincere hope that these extraordinary events that have changed her life will comfort and help you through whatever challenges you face — now or in the future.

Why Doesn't God Speak to Me?


Eager hearts cry out, hoping for a single word to confirm that He hears us. Yet, many times the only sound is silence. Over the years I have heard several reasons why God speaks to some and not to others. One night, as I tossed and turned, I brought each of these reasons before the Lord, stating why each of them did not line up with who I thought He was. 

Words rose from my soul, pleading for Him to reveal why He has remained silent when a single word from Him would mean so much to so many. For the next few hours, God used things I learned about years ago and things I had just discovered to show why He talks to some and why He doesn’t, and in demonstrative ways. 

In His grace, He also showed me how people could hear more from Him. Basic instructions on how to hear more from God and how to be led by Him are included in this book. Thank you for taking time to consider the answers I received and share with you now.


Other posts about my journey with God:

February 2014 - In God's Time

May 4, 2014 - God and Meditation

May 14, 2014 - The Dance of Worship

July 20, 2014 - Biblical Support for the Journey

August 9, 2014 - What Does My Guardian Angel Look Like?

August 12, 2014 - No Time for the Pain

October 17, 2014 - The Difference Between With and Without

January 4, 2015 - The First Among Many

January 11, 2015 - How Hard do You Push?

January 18, 2015 - Questions for Christ

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

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

September 1, 2015 - Is the Trip Still On?

September 13, 2015 -An Official Title

October 5, 2015 - Angelic Confirmation of the Appointment

October 9, 2015 - Miraculous Confirmation

December 9, 2015 - How He Leads Me

December 24, 2015 - The Last Week of 2015

January 24, 2016 - Correction, Encouragement & Dreams from the Spirit

February 21, 2016 - I'm All In

February 27, 2016 - What is a Tetrad Blood Moon Prophet

June 1, 2016 - First Test as a Prophet (Anointed by an Angel)

September 25, 2016 - Seeing Jesus

September 30, 2016 - Wrestling with God

January 2, 2017 - The Final Test - 313

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