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The city of Bad breath!

Once upon a time in a land far far away, lay a land where the sun alway shone.  Where it only rained just the right amount to water the plants and keep the grass, trees and exceptional flowers blooming lived a peculiar race of people.

There were shops and market squares where people sold their merchandise.  Schools and bastions of education to impart knowledge to the future generations.

Walking into the market square it was not immediately obvious there was a problem with the people’s breath!  In this beautiful place something was terribly out of place!

I walked over to purchase a cup of coffee and a slice of zingy flavor filled lemon pound cake and sat down to watch the parade of humanity on display all around.  A facininating hobby of mine.

I could hear the teenagers before I ever saw them, they had some kind of wrap music playing on their IPod.  There were four of them two girls and two boys, talking very loudly so they could hear each other over the music, but so could everyone else.  Capturing my attention I focused on them lazily listening in.  Suddenly I was no longer relaxed in my seat, the music singer blared out, “I’m going to … (bleep bleep) kill you, then I’m going to kill myself”.  At the same I became aware of smell rather like rotten eggs permeating the air around these four young people.  People were staring at them, making them feel very cool but for the wrong reasons.   I could not believe my ears, what in the world was going on here?  Young people should have everything to live for, especially in such a lovely place!

Now my coffee lost its taste and the bad smell continued to linger, like a burnt saucepan that had contained eggs to be boiled and forgotten about and left to boil dry.  Hard to get rid of that smell!  What had they been smoking I wondered?  I got up and left my seat and wandered into the colorful market place.  I love markets, the hustle and bustle, the colorful wares, the smell of fruit and veg, and cotton materials.  The harangue of the sales person selling his wares all fill the senses with an exotic blend of creative art.

The narrow walkway was heaving with people, even so the kid was having a tantrum and his mother was swatting him across his head telling him he was no good and would turn out just like his good for nothing father.  No wonder I thought quietly to myself.  I wonder if she ever affirmed him, or encouraged him?  Probably not.  I get it, I really do!  She herself was not affirmed or valued and did not know how to love herself never mind her children.  She was busy, very busy! Most likely very poor too since women do not earn as much as men, and she had a family to feed and cloth.  Desperate times I’m sure for this woman.  She may not even have a job!

Standing still in the midst of a milling throng of people busy getting their daily jobs done,   I became aware again of a rather unpleasant smell, as if there was problem with the drains.  I slowly moved on, speed was not an option as the walkway was so jam packed.  It seemed as though everywhere I went people were slagging each other off and finding it funny.  Like a joke to insult your friends mother, or your family.  Or their intelligence.  Every other word seemed to be a swear word but no one seemed to notice, it had become normal for their communication it seemed.  I always thought If one needs to swear to communicate, you should read, and grow your vocabulary, unless your illiterate and then you won’t be reading this?  There are many choice words one can use without being vulgar.

So rather disconsolately I left the market place and decided to check into the sports club and take a sauna.  In the men’s changing room, derogatory conversations ensued about wives, families, women and even colleagues including coarse jokes.  No- one seemed happy or to have a bounce in their step.  Ugggh I needed to get out of there !  Someone must have had an episode in the toilet!  It stank!  It seemed to be a day of bad smells.

Walking down the corridor to the sauna I passed the badminton court.  Looking through the glass at the two players it seemed to me there was a fog around the players.  Looking more closely I noticed from the players mouths trails of evil looking smoke floated out as they moved their mouths in conversation to each other.  Ohhh, that’s not good I thought and moved on.

Sitting in the Sauna was another person who once I had sat down struck up an animated conversation.  At first it seemed alright they were holding forth about their political views. As the conversation went on it seemed they slagged everyone off, from the president, politicians, jobs, people from different walks of life.  They must have thought they knew everything so I asked them what they did?  I work on computers.  You don’t seem happy with your job?  Which set off another tirade.

I have often observed that those who do nothing to help bring good change are often the most vociferous of others who are trying to help bring about.  Why is that I wonder?  It is as if pulling others down makes them feel better about themselves.  Not a good strategy I suspect.

By now I realized this city had a big problem!  It was not politics, religion, commerce or their relationships or education.  It was a huge problem of the heart.  Their hearts were dirty, hopeless, discolored by life and no-one it seemed had told them the answer to their major problem.  There is a proverb, which is a wise saying that “OUT OF THE HEART THE MOUTH SPEAKS.”  Which means that what is inside of your thinking, your emotions, your knowledge, is what is going to come out of you in your speech.

Bad breath is occasionally helped by good oral hygene, but the I’m talking about what no dentist and amount of flossing and mouthwash can cover.  It comes from deep within your guts.  the pain, grief, anger, resentment, bitterness, rage, offense and so much more.  It comes out you, visible only to those around you often making them back off from you.  Like streams of dark smoke filling the atmosphere of your own heart and those around you.

This city needs to see a doctor I thought.  The old fashioned sort who would say to you after you described your symptoms;  “now stick out your tongue.”  He would then take a wide wooden spatula press down your tongue and take a good look at the condition of it!  I always wondered what they saw.    Now I knew, slime, broken grooves, spotty parts, bad breath, tender areas where it was infected and so on.  Then the doctor would prescribe the remedy.

The heart of the problem is the human heart.  No-one can fix this, not politicians, teachers, gurus,  religion, etc.,  There is only way to fix this problem.  Take your sick heart to the best and only real heart doctor there is and he will fix it for you:

Who is this doctor and where do I find him?

He is Jesus Christ, who takes away the sins of the world and bring shealing to your wounded broken heart, soul and mind. Not only did he come into the world save it but to give it hope and a future.  To give a fresh new start when the people come to him in their muck and grime, in their sin.  Yes even when we are still sinners, which means doing and saying bad things, Jesus loves us and holds his arms out to us and says “come to me, have faith in me, give me your burdens and I will you rest and peace for your soul, for your heart. “He means business, he will do and accomplish all he has promised for you.

This is the only permanent solution for the bad breath which is what happens when our negative, judgemental, critical words come out of our unhappy wounded hearts.  Our Words affect those around us and permeate the atmosphere, creating a bad environment for us to live in.  Directing our lives down the drain.  Words are creative and directional in their power amongst other things.  Life and death are in the power of the tongue!

Dear people who read this, You can find hope, rest, peace and joy for yourself, but only through Jesus Christ.  He said “I am the door, if you open the door of your heart to me, I will come in and dine with you.”  Rev 3.   He also said,” I am the way, the truth and the life, no one comes to God any other way except through me.”  Johns gospel.

He is the only true way.  Many try to find fixes for their condition through other false Gods and religions, but Jesus Christ is The Creator.  Lord of Lords, King of Kings, above all else the supreme King over all past, present and future.  He can be totally trusted with your heart.  He is expert at putting mending broken hearts and making them better than before.

Bring your heart and consequently your mouth, your thoughts and words to the heart doctor – Jesus and have a new start.  Make a good choice right now and bring your heart to Jesus, he will mend it and give you a new start, but only if your serious and do what his word tells you to.  Salvation is un conditional but for your life to change that is conditional in that you trust and obey for there’s no other way to be happy in Jesus but to trust and obey.



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Suicide. Why more young people are killing themselves than ever.

We live in a world of uber communication.

We watch, we hear, we talk, spewing out, repeating what we have heard and believe to be the norm even in our own families we repeat what we hear and see.

Words have tremendous power, we utter them without thinking, but out of our heart, our passions and thoughts we speak the words.  Words have creative power.  They can change our emotions, hurt our emotions, lift and encourage our emotions.  They empower us to keep calm or to loose our tempers and as we keep speaking in our anger it turns to rage.  Once in rage you have lost it you are out of control.  Stop speaking the moment you feel yourself rising.  Or deliberately choose to say something kind even if you don’t feel it right then.  It will turn your emotions rather like the rudder of mighty ship.  As you continue to say what is true and right it dispels the lies and you calm down.  The storm stops.

Similarly what we listen to feeds our minds.  It programs our thoughts.  If you listen to lots of swearing and filthy words, you will swear and use ugly words.  If you listen to wholesome words and songs with life and hope in them, that’s what will be in you.

When an orange is squeezed it’s orange juice comes out.  Similarly when a person finds their emotions being squeezed what is in them comes out.  So when our young people or anyone, fills themselves with bad ugly words, words of suicide, death, loss of hope that is what they will start to believe, that is what they in turn will speak and that is what they will do.  If they listen to kill, maim, hurt, revenge, payback, suicide, death, eventually it will become part of their ethos.  This could be one reason for school killing and teenage suicide rising.

I submit it the experts and to the parents and teachers of our future generation, you have a grave responsibility for moulding these young minds.  Make sure what goes into them is helpful, true, life giving, hopefull.  So our young people know that it is possible to have a good life, hope and a future.  It’s not so hard to understand, to me it is obvious.

When you let children watch things too old for them, or that belong to perversion, or lies, or violence etc., because you let it into your home, subconsciously you are saying to your family it is ok, because you have allowed it into your home.  Adults/parents;  YOU are to be a safe place for your children and your home is to be a haven from the fears and storms of life.  You are not meant to bring the fears into your homes!

I have raised three children and employed what I am saying.  I worked in Sundays schools with kids most of my life.  I heard frequently about how most of the children had nightmares!  I asked what they watched on TV?  They all told me about programs their parents let them watch in the name of family time that scared them.  They openely said they were scared.  Vampires, nasty faces of the walking dead.  Witches.  Programs that twist male and female rolls put out in cartoon format to lesson the blow, but cause confusion to our children about who they are. When I asked them to tell their parents, the response was that parents thought it was alright for them.  Let me tell you  CHILDREN HAVE VERY SENSITIVE SOULS.  THEY STILL KNOW RIGHT FROM WRONG.  It is inbuilt in them by God their creator and when you constantly expose them to bad things to cope, they have to subconsciously start to harden their hearts/soul.  Eventually their conscience can become severed, hardened to what is right or wrong, good or evil.  Eventually they will not know and think anything goes. Living for themselves and the results down the road are the demise and destruction of civilized society.  When you are old and frail, do you want people who no longer know right from wrong to be taking care of you?  Do want people that have no conscience running our country, our schools?

It time to stop and take inventory of the negative fruit all these negative misguided programs and music have had upon our young people and even us.

Don’t say you don’t know why!  Take a look at the fruit the tree is producing and it becomes obvious it is bad.  TIME FOR A CHANGE FOR THE GOOD, THE WHOLESOME, THE HOPEFUL, THE LIFEGIVING WORDS OF TRUTH.

Here’s the process of how you do things:

1. A thought comes to you

2  You entertain it, stroke it, feel it, dwell on it

3  It grows to become a strong emotion or thought in you to the point you want to act   on it.

4  You act it out.  If you keep acting it out and speaking it out it becomes a pattern of behavior in your life.

5  Next it becomes a stronghold in your life, something you find hard or impossible not to do.

6  You then become demonized because you have opened a gate into your soul, mind, will and emotions for this evil to live in you because you are living in it.

7  There is hope through Christians who understand these things to get deliverance and be set free.

8  However,  you cannot go back to that bad thing again or it will come on you 7 times worse!  So it must be a game changer when you go for help to start a new life and new way of living.

I was in the park last week and could hear  teenagers crashing through the undergrowth long before I could see them.  There were two boys and two girls, plus an iPod playing some kind of music.  EXCEPT the loud words I heard were death not life!  They were saying, we are going kill you and then kill ourselves to some strong beat.

This is similar years ago to Nirvana a heavy metal group whose leader Kirk Cobane talked and sang suicide AND EVENTUALLY COMMITED SUICIDE.  Documented are the suicides of young people who listened to his lyrics.  Even my eldest daughter got drawn into this.  She looked like a walking corpse, would not go out into the sunlight, curtains drawn in her room, withdrawn into her own dark world of false imaginations.  That the world was against her, that no one loved her, that there was no hope, no point in living.

When praying God for help He told me my daughter had a spirit of suicide and grief come upon her through listening to Nirvana.  I was not sure that this was possible through music.  But I had nothing to lose by praying to set her free in Jesus name.  I did.  Upon my return from the walk I found her outside blinking like an owl in the bright sunlight.  The curtains of her bedroom were open and ABBA as blasting out!  How different and opposite.  Since then I have seen the power of words in many people, including myself and only the truth of Christ can fully set set you free.  But it is not to be taken lightly or irreverently it does require a lifestyle change.  BUT IT IS SOOOOOOOH WORTH IT!

I explore you to take stock of where you are with the words your mouth speaks.

Are you building your family or destroying it by the words of you mouth.

Let the meditations of your heart be pure and innocent and sweet.  Your life and the lives of those around you will start to grow and thrive in Jesus name.  Amen.

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On quiet days, use your faith and imagination to seek God’s face.  Get somewhere peaceful and open your heart to worship God in a thankful way.  Ask God to speak to you, watch and wait.  You may get an impression, or a picture in your mind. Or hear words that are not your own.  God will use ways to reach you that you can relate to.  It may be a song or verse.  Expect and wait quietly.  Have a journal or a piece of paper with you ready to record or draw what you see.  Ask him what he wants you pray for.

On lonely days, talk to God, have a great conversation.  Your heart is his garden.  He has a divine assignation with you within the walls of your heart.  Called the Walled Garden, known  for it safety peace and rest.  Let the lover of your soul come and refresh you for the Kingdom of heaven is within you.

On busy days, do each task as unto the Lord because he is within you, through the power of the Holy Spirit. Do it all with excellence.  So in every aspect of your life let his presence shine through you.  Be salt and light in your busy day.

At the beginning of your day, commit everything you are about to do to the Lord.  Ask for divine appointments.

At the end of your day, Thank him for his loving kindness and great faithfulness to you.

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Just because I don’t fit the mould does not mean I’m gay, lesbian or …

For many years until my late twenties I always thought of myself the same as a male with just different body bits.

In my young years I had brothers who I could fight with and win.
I loved to play rough, climb trees, ride bikes, do athletics, play football, rounders, tennis, pretty much any hand eye co-ordinated games I was naturally good at.

I could run fast, always in the top 3 on any sport, a fearless climber, of roofs, ropes, beams, trees etc. I wanted to fly and to be a spy when I grew up, as well as an opera singer and ballerina. I was too tall to do ballet and no one I knew sang opera!

I never liked to wear dresses. The only time I asked for a dress to wear was my 8th birthday and my mother refused because she said “I would never wear it”. She was right. Most of my life I’ve lived in Jeans, pants and leggings.

I was proud of my physical prowess and the fact that In our schools young farmers patch I could catch pigs, sheep, combat Roosters and hens to procure their eggs, even though the means I used were not good as no-one ever showed me what to do. I would attack the Rooster with a broom when he sidled at me scraping and walking sideways into his wings making that intimidating scratching sound and coming at me on the attack. The hens I would hit on the head with the long handled metal spoon for collecting the eggs with, so whilst they were seeing stars like in the cartoons I would quickly take the eggs from underneath them and place them into the wicker basket.

I managed not to faint when our Biology teacher brought one of the chickens to the lesson and held the squawking flapping frantic chicken under her arm with it’s head over a glass beaker, sticking a knife down it’s live throat to collect the blood that ran out for an experiment.

I had a broken wrist for 6 weeks, a very bad case of worms, two badly sprained ankles from falling down 3 flights of stairs and still played sports.

Neither did I faint or cry when held at machine gun point age 12 at Kinshasa Airport upon arrival from the UK to spend the summer with my family. In my mind I ran many scenarios of how I could out run the gunman zigging and zagging, or kick him you know where. If only I had a knife I could have jumped on his back and cut his throat, or poked his eyes out. I knew any second of the four hours I was held that I could have died by the mere squeeze of his finger. Gun point was often in my life back then during the 1960’s Mercenary fighting for the liberation of one government after another in Congo. Road blocks were common place. The soldiers stopped you and put their guns through the car window before asking questions.

Into my teen years I loved riding around without a helmet on motorbikes, dancing wildly, sailing in our family dingy with my very keen brother. I mean he was out to win the races and so was I until I was fired by him on the job. We sailed an 14′ sail dingy called an Otter. Known to have more sail than needed for that size of boat, so it was frequently capsizing. I got good at righting the boat whilst in the water, jumping onto the keel and pulling the lanyard ropes using my weight as a fulcrum until it righted itself. I was incredibly strong, wet sails dragging in the water are very heavy. The last day we sailed together, he yelled as we tipped, “get out the boat, get out the boat”. I did the most beautiful backward dive, my back arched over the center board under the boom and sail. Usually I caught my toes in the foot strap so I did not fall out, but that day I missed the straps and went on into a heroic backward dive straight into the water. Needless to say we lost the race and I was fired from being the co sailor. LOL.

I loved danger, facing the elements, almost triumphing when I remained intact and not injured. All this to say I was not the average girl who played with dolls and dressed up. I was clearly different.

I went to a boarding where unknown to me and my family Lesbian tendencies were promoted. I have never told anyone this before. Girls were actively encouraged to have crushes on other girls and the head mistress only came to ‘help’ at bath times. Yes, I did have a crush on a senior girl.

What I knew about boys was not much but I knew for a long time that at least physically I was as good if not better than them.

What puzzled me was my emotions. I would be far more emotional than boys and it bothered me, it made me feel inferior.

Eventually I married and had children. I did not enjoy talking about diapers, teething, potty training and all that jazz that other women seemed to!
I often thought women were beautiful and I like beautiful things. I always thought I was unique and that there was no one like me and in a way that is correct.

One day however, a woman at my church gave a talk about women, she was a SRN nurse and knew what she was talking about. It was fascinating to me to see myself plastered all over the board she was writing on. Why I was more emotional than men. She talked about hormones and PMS, (premenstrual Tension). Which she said did not need to run our lives or be used to manipulate our families or husbands with. She talked about women’s points of view and how our brains are different to men and also the way they communicate. It explained so much about how I could be physical and yet have this other side of me that no one had ever explained about.

I suddenly realized that I really was a complete woman. Not a man gone wrong, or a man in woman’s body. That it was ok to be who God had made me and that I was completely normal for the woman I was. In fact In many general ways I was just all the other women, with the same type of emotional challenges and stresses and it was ok.

Many years later my youngest brother who loved to sing and be in school plays and did not enjoy football particularly was challenged by other school kids that he must be a homosexual because he loved art, singing, and not football. Thankfully he was strong and did not allow this state of affairs to continue, but it did upset him whilst it went on. Had he lived nowadays he might have felt pressured to become a homosexual to fit in with peer pressure and grooming.

My husband is a techy engineer, hates sports, but is brilliant at his job. Gentle, but not particularly physical in wanting the hoorah stuff of the army or the sports stuff. He is an excellent husband and is very muscular with wide shoulders. Because of his gentleness men occasionally come onto him thinking he must be gay, but he is not and I can attest to this as an expert. My first husband did turn out to be a closet homosexual so I know what I am talking about.

I also employed a transgender nanny for a while whom I really liked. Andrew became Andrea being fully surgically altered. The sad thing was Andrea did not fit in anywhere now. Women did not want her in the bathrooms because they could see what she really was. Even my 3 year old son asked me, “Mummy is that a man dressed up as a lady”. He knew nothing about these things. When Andrea would arrive early and I was upstairs getting ready for work. I could sense there was a man in the house. To me her spirit, the real her was still the man God created and put into his body. Drastically altering his physical body to fit the female image had not altered the male spirit he was born with. Your spirit is eternal.

It broke my heart. Men did not want to be around her, nor women, no one knew what to do with her. She made a living hell for herself, living in a tiny Garrett room alone in no man’s land. It cost her all her money, job, home and family. Someone lied to her by not telling her the truth when she announced age 7 she was really girl in a boys body. No she was not. She was just confused, time and inner healing from the damage her parents did would sort it out eventually.

Now I am not talking about the sad situation when people are born with both genitalia. I have no knowledge about that, but I do know there is expert help for this.

So after shocking you all, why am I saying all of this now?

Give yourself time to grow up and find your place in the world. There is a huge sliding scale of what makes a man and what constitutes a woman. You can be a male and like the arts and you can be a big and tall sporty woman who like to be rough and still be totally female! Don’t go through with all the LGBT hype, or the media push because they have nothing better to publish in the media, or the arts in the name of pushing the boundaries. They don’t know what they doing to our young ones who trust them with their future to make good, sensible decisions on their behalf!

Celebrate who you really are, it’s ok.
The LGBT spirit belongs to perversion of true and wholesome sex. It is an unclean spirit and takes hold of people if they persist in perverted pleasures. Ultimately their lives will not unfold long term in real fullfilment and happiness. Yes, I know there is odd success story of LGBT marriages but for most people they do not last and you end up lonely and old and alone with physical problems.

Recently I heard several stories on the national radio about mothers who were allowing their young children age 4, 7 etc to change Genda, because they believe they are a boy in girls body or the other way around.
AS a mother, let me assure you there is a period of time where all kids dress up,and try out different roles. Boys may play with dolls, or put a dress on, this is just play and finding out who they really are in life’s process. Later they will settle down and become the fullness of who they were meant to be, i.e. A man or a girl. Some people take longer to find out just like me and that’s ok too.

So what am I saying? If you are female just because you are a ‘tomboy’ and like do sports, or play with boys rather than girls, or enjoy looking at a beautiful girl does not mean you are a lesbian and similarly if you are a boy, just because you admire a certain man, want to sing, or paint does not mean you are homosexual.
Let me tell you, the girls will be examining makeup, how it’s down, hair, clothes, how the beautiful girl walks, talks, so she can be beautiful too. The boy often wants a father’s affirmation and love and acceptance of who he is and help in knowing how to do life. when he does not get it, wrongly looks for it in another man whose motives may not pure. The gay agenda groom young men and women to prepare them for the peverted sexual act.

Many things come into play, an overbearing mother, a father who is absent or not fulfilling his role can all make us look to fulfill the role that should have been theirs with someone else and we may do it in a wrong way. BEing wounded emotionally or physically by someone can twist our minds too. Some think that bad love is better than no love. I ask you, is it in the long run? Forgiveness and renewing the mind are the real answers. The love of Christ is never going to let you down or become peverted but will remain pure and constant.

So what do we do? Learn from others. Don’t be seduced by the aggressive agenda of the LGBT World. You are most likely quite normal and just need time to sort yourself out. Don’t hurry up to be sexual, wait for the right time and the right person. Don’t fall for LGBT marketing either in schools or media.
Stand up for your rights, LGBT are only 9 percent of the population although to hear the noise they make you would think they are a majority.

Points to consider:- If we were meant to be LGBT the world would die out because there would be no babies.
Facts:- anal sex causes tremendous tissue damage to the rectum and through disease shortens the average gay mans life by 30 years. You end up having to wear a Tampax up your anus so you don’t leak. Aids and Venerial disease are still a strong possibility. They won’t tell you these things though. Most likely you will end up lonely once your youthful beauty has worn off.

There are ministries that help, having come through this themselves. you can locate them on the web.
But for now to sum up: JUST BECAUSE YOU DON’T FIT THE MOULD DOES NOT MEAN YOU HAVE TO BE LGBT in some way or other. Learn to celebrate who you are. The world needs you.

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Supernatural or what!

Today was another supernatural day when God did something amazing. I met a woman Lana was her name whom I have never seen before. We talked and I ended up inviting her back to my apartment to share lunch with me.
I gave her a tour around the apartment and when I got to my office area I showed her my Vision Board for this year. I as talked about the words, topics and pictures I had cut, glued and modge poged onto the board, I came to the picture of a Downy Woodpecker. I found myself telling her the significance of the Woodpecker to me. She seemed to be blown away by the short story.

Then with amazement in her voice and posture,she unfolded to me that all week a little Downy Woodpecker kept pecking at her deck, even during her prayer times. She knew it was significant and asked God what it meant. Instead, today God told her to come from Bellingham to Seattle to attend the same prayer meeting as myself where she would have an encounter that would tell her what she needed to know. She felt she was to have lunch with me before I even knew I was going to ask her! The desire to know more about me grew within her until God orchestrated our lunch time together.

So here is what I told her of my Woodpecker story. Holding the Vision Board in my hands. I related how many years ago I had been asking God for something in particular and ten years had gone by and still my prayer seemed to be unaswered. Whilst walking in the park praying I heard what sounded like a Woodpecker. Unusual in a large city Park. For my Leeds friends it was Roundhay Park. Sure enough on following the tapping sound, half way up a tree was a tiny Woodpecker banging it’s head against the tree trunk.

Without speaking I THOUGHT “that’s how I feel sometimes when I pray, like banging my head against the proverbial brick wall only today it was illustrated by a small bird and a wooden tree.” Immediately God spoke into my mind.

I was blown away. God really did hear my thoughts! Then I thought why not? He is living in my heart so of course He knows what I think. It was both fearful and wonderful all the same time. The Bible tells us to take captive every thought to God, no wonder!
I placed the picture of the Woodpecker this year on my Vison Board to remind me God is always hearing me when I pray to Him.

So here is the rub:-
God brings a lady all the way from Bellingham at least 30 miles north of Seattle where I live to attend a prayer meeting just to meet me because I had the answer to the Woodpecker cunundrum that was happening to her. The little bird was so busy especially when she was praying that she asked God what it meant believing it was significant for her. She did not know my story and the significance of a Woodpecker to me. Also unknown to me God was deeply at work when I shared this little story with her today in my office, showing her the picture of the Downy Woodpecker on my vision Board which I made in January 2016 and now it is September 9th 2016. Little did I know that God Would bring a woman from afar to see my vision board and I would be able to tell her.
God orchestrated our movements to coincide, gave us a similar desire to get to know each other a bit better over lunch. Boom prayer answered, people moved, placed to further God’s Kingdom.

I never felt a thing, LOL but God used me supernaturally. Even when I cut and pasted that little Woodpecker all those months ago in January onto my Vision Board. I had no idea God would use it to speak very specifically to an unknown woman in my home. What an amazing God we serve.

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The Spider Who Did Not Want To Live

I told you so Spider; I told if you continued to live inside my petrol cap you would eventually die. You took no notice! I saw you watching me, you were all pale and white without any light to darken your skin and give you strength.

I gave you my finger to climb up on to get to the light but you ran away from me terrified. I gently tried to rescue you again and again, slowly trying to coax you out but you constantly shrank away back into the dark. I told you I was trying to help you. I told you you would die if you stayed in the dark dangerous area you mistakenly chose to live in. I told you there was no food there to sustain your life; but you did not want to know. You ran away from me preferring the dark you knew to taking the risk to climb to safety into the light when the help was offered.

Now all I can see is the thin whitenline of your Webb hoisted to no avail to catch the food that would never come to give you life. Now your dead! Why didn’t you listen to me? I was gentle and kind. I offered a way out. Now you are gone. No one knew you ever existed except me. I was the only witness to your life hiding in my petrol cap for weeks trying to survive. I left your skimpy thread intact that you worked so hard on in the wrong place, at the wrong time. My heart ached for you, there could have been so much more to your life.

I remember you though with sadness in my heart, because I did not want you to die, but live and thrive. I knew where the life and the light were and I offered it to you again and again; but you thought you knew best. You let fear stop you from making good decisions, how sad is that!
How many of us let fear stop us making right decisions and taking life giving risks so that we can thrive. Is that you?

Think big and your dreads will grow
Think small and you’ll fall behind
Thank that you can and you will
It’s all in the state of your mind.
Take my hand and I will lead you to life.
I will show you the way.
Ask and you will receive.

Jesus is the way, the truth and the life.