Here I am waiting for heaven while we watch ugly narcissists around us. Just waiting… lol❤
Rocketing my journey through space over time.
The vessel carrying me needs constant service to continue
Constant reminders of maintenance parameters
Constant upkeep of life support for survival
And I rocket on toward Heaven, my destination.
The life support is Prayer and Bible reading.
And the rocket will get me to my goal on one condition:
I attend to its upkeep and heed the life support.
God gave me a vision through His Holy Spirit in the shower of all places just now. I started by crying out at the hurts faced today and the Holy Spirit started speaking and giving me a heavenly scene to look at…
“During the melennial reign of Christ and in Heaven soon betrayal will not matter; it won’t be there. Evil will not matter; it eill not be there. My sins will not matter, they are forgive; they will not be there. Money will not matter; it will not be there. Poverty will not matter; it will not be there. Selfishness will not matter; it will not be there. Love will matter; it will be there. Christ will matter; He will be there.”
What a beautiful focal point for me, what comfort and hope, what power to draw from that big picture. Not far from now, all the bad stuff will not matter; it will not exist to our knowledge ever again. Wow!!!❤❤❤
Somewhere in the world
There is a quiet noise of nature.
Flowers wave their proud, beautiful faces at the wind,
Trees shade the grateful ground,
Mossy banks frame a healthy trickling stream.
And somewhere in heaven is a similar scene,
There has to be for such a scene
Is heaven to me here, such lavish pause
Somewhere in the world.
I still miss my Daddy. Don’t get me wrong, I am celebrating that he is whole and happy and in charge of the choir or farming in heaven or something he loves. I know he is happy and carefree now and full of life and basking in the rewards he accumulated doing great things on this earth. No doubt in my mind at all. But in this shell, I still miss him. I am depressed no more, God healed me of that, but I still get very quiet now and again. He always had my back. He was one of a very few. He loved me unconditionally. I was his little girl and still am. So, I have taken on his oxe-like strength and greater humbleness and asked God to retain these reminders of him and it has been granted. I also sing better now and I think that was also a gift passed down, a blessing. I remember his eyes dancing every time I walked in the room and his enormous smile. God is my Daddy now and I am content most days and only when I am weak is it not enough. That is dumb though, because God loves me perfectly. I guess that imperfect love that is real is ok to miss sometimes too, though. It is ok. I am ok with still missing him. But I know I will see him, probably sooner than later, the way the world is pushing things along. I am ready. Be ready too.❤
All of us who follow Jesus and draw closer to God every day are tired. We are still fighting the fight but the air is thick with spiritual/demonic activity and darkness. There is still nature where it is not but everywhere people are, there are spiritual attacks, illnesses, difficulties, financial issues, lust issues, greed, malicious words, lack of truth, whatever the case may be. It is thick. The spiritual war is hot and heavy and it is exhausting, even when you give everything to God for Him to handle. Families are being hit hard and even when we are right, we have sadness for those who are lost and refuse to listen. We know their fate and it is a burden of great magnitude. So we fight but we are tired. We need to delay rest until heaven (not far off now) and keep fighting, prating, reading our Bibles, loving people, telling only the truth in love, serving. We need to. We have to. Maybe one more will listen and be saved. Maybe we can encourage each other. Fighting tired is the reality but keep in your joy and peace and keep fighting. God bless you and your efforts.❤
When out driving with my friends way back in high school, we left our destination after dark in the winter in Michigan. One wrong turn after another and we were lost. I have this intrinsic ability God gave me for direction and the gift of calm during crisis. Kevin was driving and I was sitting behind him next to 3 friends and there were 2 passengers in the front. Everyone was panicking and yelling for poor Kevin to go this way and that, the whole spirit of confusion was strong. And I casually, calmly was whispering directions to Kevin and he was listening to me and turning as I instructed, adding fuel to the yelling of the others. When we were out of the lost part and back to the easily familiar close to home, the car settled. Everyone got as quiet as we ever got and they praised Kevin for the success asked Kevin why they didn’t listen to them. He said, “I listened to Tonya because she was the only calm voice.” And I thought of that story with the whole rapture date predictions. Jesus said no one knows the day or the hour. I mean, you can feel something coming. The whole world seems uptight and ramping up. But I read my Bible and am ready whenever Jesus comes for us who love Him passionately and the rest I dismiss and listen to the calm, still small voice of the Holy Spirit who only speaks truth. The noise is not God. God is peace. He is the truth in calm. Praise God! ❤ ❤ ❤