How honest are your conversations?

How polite do you have to be, to then realize, you lied to save…

Think about it, I have to be totally honest, I cannot respond to someone, unless I speak the truth.

Why, because truth will set you free, I don’t get hung up on things, some take offense or think I may be harsh.

But, if its done with love, and when people realize, it comes down to the word, maturity, everything makes sense.

Because, many cannot take it, because they haven’t matured and there are many levels to work on.

Family fights, disputes at work etc etc, all come down to the level of maturity of each person, well I say this, if the father wants you off the dummy, off the bottled milk and toilet trained. Then YOU MUST MATURE, and understand the way, he sees it, then you grow beyond measure and learn just how amazing, he is and truly who he wants you to be.

So, I will continue my posts, I will continue to answer honestly and as I use to always say, if you don’t like the answer, don’t ask the question.

I have taken a life time to get here, I treasure the process I have come through, even the times I felt like I might be hanging on by my fingernails, with all that, I will keep posting and I thank you for the comments, I hope the words and lessons that I have learned, touch your heart, so you can live the life, as his child, completing your mandate.

Faith is made stronger, when he shows his hand

Its beautiful when you see his work in many ways or aspects of life, how he does what he needs too, when he leaves you with signs and your faith IS made stronger.

Don’t ever doubt or fade the level of his love, push forward, for your feet will wander deeper and deeper, where he leads you, in spirit and truth, where no enemy can go, because when you are with him and live for him, he is in you.

When you call upon him, your eyes are set on him and rest in all his plans for you, your life starts. He is mine and I am his, always and forever more, nothing can stop this, NOTHING.

I sit here with tears, but I also am very aware of what is happening, I heard the persons voice as if she was still here, and I know for a fact, that she has not only checked in, but is down to business and can come and go as required, many worldly people cannot imagine this.

How strong is your belief and faith, don’t let a passing, pass via you.

What do I mean by that, its simple, when someone passes, you back off or back down or even take time out. But I stand strong, because that is what my father expects of me, to stay the course and that I will do.

I will shout, I will pray, I will be here when others need me, but I am stronger than people think, because, I am MY FATHERS DAUGHTER.

Sometimes, when he puts a jet engine in my spirit, I have no option, I cannot stop and frankly, I don’t want too.

Build up your faith, by simply accepting he is in charge, that nothing compares, not money, not material possessions, NOTHING.

Job done….

Thank you to anyone, who joined in prayer, but she had finished the mandate and has gone home.

I knew last year, but the human part of me, wanted a different outcome, but I will always settle on the fact, that I cannot stand in the fathers way.

I must accept those things, I cannot change. I had to tell those close to me, I knew and this is how I explained it.

Some might see me as, just Bronie. Well there is more to me than meets the eye.
What am I on about, well you might ask, I go back to when the doctor told my mother that he thought I was twins, wasn’t I a surprise.
And she use to say to me, “when God made you, he broke the mold” which I will take as a positive.
Because at these times, I feel like I’m split.
There is part of me that lives and activates in the spirit, that hears from the father, knows things and much more.
Then there is the other, the human side, the one that wants something different, but knows otherwise and must live in this world.
So, if at times you can’t work me out, this is why.
And if anyone thinks I have lost it, then we need to chat. Because this has been the case for a very long time, as if I am two in one.
But then again, his spirit is within me, so maybe that’s it…
Be blessed, much love to all

I do feel his part, him speaking, his wisdom and then I am back to being just me. But this in the future will be known by the world, in his time, at his request, I just need to do more to get ready…

Because, look out here I come.

How little we truly understand…

I reflect and as the father reveals things to me, I keep seeing how little we truly understand.

We think we know a lot as we live in the world, but the reality is, we know very little.

I know, we only get told what we need too by those in power, and this is something we all need to realise.

I see things so clear, it stuns me when others don’t, you may have seen on the news about China doing a deals with places very close to Australia.

Now a prophet in the 1500’s had a warning, and many didn’t believe, I believe the father has been trying to warn us for many many years, the third war was predicted to come from China.

And if a country buys you, all you need and you do deals, who are you really shaking hands with?

So, what I see is this, who has your security information, who is buying up your land, who has access to making weapons, one country, I see the Russian president as a pawn, I see many nations as pawns to a inevitable end.

If we get rid of cash, how simple would it be to steal from us.

So, what are you doing NOW, I remember hearing how, we would have a time coming, to make a choice, we either renounce the father or have our heads lopped off. Well, I will loose it, because I see it coming, I see a time, because this country need more land, they have this uncontrollable need for power over people.

When they have eaten everything, polluted everything, destroyed all. They will have nothing to have power over and that if the truth I see, for when we go, we will have those years with him, when he takes it back to how it was, when it began, so his chosen can start again and do it right…

That is why, I only take what I need, not what I want..

I call upon prayer, Dunamis power of God

We need urgent prayer, NOW.

Our pastors are under attack, join with me, the Dunamis power of God to heal both of them.

They are tapping into things and the enemy does not like it, so he is trying to take them out.

We’ll lets show him, who is the BOSS.

Father, we join in prayer, that the enemy gets his hands off our Pastors, that the angel goes into the body parts room and takes what is required to heal both of them. It is time for the prayer warriors to stand together, to affect change and you do miracles, I know and I believe, so father, step in and make him step out, NOW in Jesus name.

As I come before the portable courts of heaven to request this on their behalf, all those reading this join together and you say when two are gather, YOU MUST ACT. Its time for our power, that you have put within us to stand for them, NOW.

ITS TIME FOR WAR…

I love chocolate… I know the best, the bitter and the sweet

We have a brand called OLD GOLD, its a dark chocolate as the milk in other gives me pain and xxxx.

So, I found Old Gold with orange, YUM but now they stopped making it.

When you have allergies, your limited and when you find something, your ecstatic, so when they take it away all you think is, I need to buy every single one… but not an option.

I am not as bad as I use to be, but something is wonderful, when you can sleep so soundly and feel happy, that every bit is just yummy to your soul.

Its colour and depth is something I love, because it reminds me, that its colour is important, but people I see us as all the same, because I see how my father sees. We live on the same planet, our uniqueness is our personality and love of him, that’s were we are the same, love.

I am unique, but part of him, so I am the same, just a different part.

So when it comes to colour’s of chocolate, whether dark, semi dark, milk, white or ruby. The lord sees me, he sees what is important, my heart and the love that I have for him.

A love, beyond chocolate…

I am RICH

Now the reason for this heading is this, I am when it comes to him…

Today I was at the chemist with a friend, we were getting the specials and I needed my liquid soap.

I pointed it out to my friend and said to her, see the brand one is $20 and mine is $3.39 and it is better and gave the example, same as when you have a Mercedes or BMW your paying for the brand name, not how it works for you.

A lady piped in and said, “you must be very rich”. I replied with, “no just smart”, then I said to my friend, “I should have said, YES, because I am rich in spirit”.

Being rich is not about finance or how your presented, its about YOU, if I am rich in spirit and have riches with my father, then why am I not considered so.

It is all about how you view it, I AM RICH, but I am also logical, practical and smarter than most of the world because of my relationship with my dad.

I am buzzing today, something is happening, something big…

His love is never ending

How I am overwhelmed by his love, time and time again.

You see, I have been on a roller coaster called life. As I have said before, “when I go quiet, I have been dealing with things”.

But all in all, his love keeps me.

It comforts me, it covers me, it does all and more, for me.

Recently I had to vote, and I wanted to cry, someone said the world is wanting the man, not the one god chooses and I keep thinking, how blind are those in the world.

The world is in for a shock, my mum always voted liberal, I am the same, but what it comes down to it is this, what do they do, not what they promise to do. It is like a gift, its not the biggest or the one wrapped the best, it’s the gift inside, you have to see, that truth, that reality.

In life your given a cross road, a choice to make, and it comes about, to decide your end.

Someone recently said about certain people saying, there is no hell. I came in with this, does it not say, “Jesus went and took the keys back from hell”, and when he says, “depart from me, for I never knew you” on judgement day, where the hell, do you think, they end up.

You see so many, have an experience with the father and then go off track, I said to the same person about my experience when I was young, this happened just after I heard my father’s voice, for the first time.

I was in that same paddock and I heard an Indian accent, which said this to me, “I will make you famous, if you give me your soul”, I quickly said, “NO”. Why, because I knew the value of what I had experienced, you hear people say to write a book, but who are you writing it for.

Your fame, your recognition, your finances?

To say, they know no child these days that would, say no to fame. But I found, the hell I lived in, I knew that when you get something wonderful, nothing compares, NOTHING.

So when I see young singers, I see sadness, they have so called friends, who are they really, if you had no money and really needed them, would they be there, with truth.

I often think, they would not, so instead of the world, I chose my father, because that choice as a child, that I made.

It is my most treasured possession, to nurture and grow…

The truth will set you free

My father has been bringing remembrance of things done against me and my children.

One thing that has recently stuck in my craw is this, my sons name.

When I was pregnant, my mother talked with regret about how she wanted to use a certain name for a boy, I knew a little about her past and how she suffered abuse, over and over.

I liked the name and knew I would use it, to bless her and bring her comfort and she loved my son. Then I had to choose the middle name, now my mother’s first child was killed by a repeat drunk driver, her loss never left, when it showed, my heart hurt for her.

Every year on that date, my mum and his best friend, shared the time together and it never hit me, until I asked why, he only turned up once a year.

So when my son was about to be born, I asked my mum if it was OK. I remember the happiness in her voice, I did ask her about his sisters response, my mum use to be really blunt and her statement was this, “It is none of her damn business, he was MY son, she thinks that she can rule over everyone, well this is my decision and use it” I even asked about his first name and using that. I remember her saying, that which ever I chose would be OK and that the fact I asked, why I chose his names was respectful and she appreciated it.

But my son, will not use his middle name, why because of that someone, who gets in your head to make them feel superior and you less than and gets you thinking they are right and your wrong.

Well, this is the truth and I put it in print:

(Narcissistic personality disorder — one of several types of personality disorders — is a mental condition in which people have an inflated sense of their own importance, a deep need for excessive attention and admiration, troubled relationships, and a lack of empathy for others.)

I know who reads this, and its time for me to stand…

The realization of a gift

The other night I was watching Masterchef Australia, one thing the guest chef said was this, “someone who uses their hands, mind and heart is a true artist”. And he can count on one hand, a few true artists he knows.

And I was driving a friend around yesterday, I was telling her this, she told me that, that was my gift, I was a true artist.

When I do something, I use all I have, I am always saying to people of this world, I am very practical and logical, because they could never understand or come close to know, how I function.

As I have said before, when I look at my hands, I see my mothers, I remember the way she would touch something as she cooked and prepared. How when knitting how key movements showed, how she was thinking etc.

When I worked in admin, and this little word does not come close to what I achieved. I could pull on my heart, my empathy, my head being able to plan something front to back, back to front and use my hands, when I painted a painting to put into the boardroom to save money for the office.

I remember many times surprising my boss, but many times he did not know the many ideas were from me, because others didn’t share that information. My gift was always in my mind from my father, the one, the only, because he knew that I was learning to do admin for him, which I do as required.

Many times my thoughts are taken back, why because I think he wants me to realize, I had them all along, I just didn’t think my voice would be heard or anyone would notice the artist in me.

I have a many gifts, inventions, ideas, because I am my fathers daughter. My access is abounding, because of his love for me, surprising myself and others all the time.

But finally accepting, that I can stand up, for my voice to be heard and now I want to find a way, to use my gifts to come out of financial hardship and into abundance.

Never forgetting, that it is from him and for him…