Never ever doubt what he is capable of, never ever, ever.

I was thinking about posting, why today is special to me.

When my mum was in labor, I got stuck under her ribs, she was 4ft 10, so having a 7lb 9oz baby would not have been easy, she started labor on the 23rd and it wasn’t until the doctor unstuck me was I born.

My mother said this, the doctor seeing my colouring was not confident, why I was mainly black with a little blue. Yes, that would make it a very scary moment, but they got me going and I am still here today.

The stories my mum talked about the doctor and how he would collect me and do his rounds, made me laugh. But since then, I look back and can appreciate how the father has saved me.

When I was about 20, I got very sick and landed in hospital, I was told my temperature was so high, I was .5 off my brain turning to mush, I had lines in, medications down my neck up the … and then packed in ice. The doctor had ordered me on watch, he was in and out, tests after tests trying to figure out what was going on.

I have had Rubella and again I was on bed watch, so many times the enemy has tried to take me out in various ways, but the father keeps bringing me through. Why, because he has put me here for a purpose and I cannot go until that time.

I believe so strongly, that whatever the enemy read before the was thrown out of heaven, must be good and I keep thinking of that fact, what is it, whatever it is father make it happen.

A friend of mine once said, how she was jealous of me, I said to her, I have nothing more special than you, all I know is I have been put here for a specific purpose and that is my drive and my finish line. I am more sure of that, than will I wake up in the morning.

Jealousy is a wasted energy; it can be a distraction and a device to make sure it gets you off course. I do no doubt what may be to come, because everything within me says so. So, who am I to question the father, after he has done so much for me.

I am here, he has kept me here to finish the race and I pray that reason comes soon, not that I want my life to finish, but I want to know he is happy that the plan he set for my life has been accomplished and that could take a long, long time.

Yes, today 25th October, I use to feel sad on my birthday, because it felt like the day was an inconvenience to others.

But, today, I feel so happy, I can feel the love coming from the father and I love it.

I always put 2 and 5 together and made 7, his favourite number. He knows I am his, he knows, nothing else matters but him.

I am so glad he has saved me, blessed me, put breath into me and kept me here.

Loving Jesus is so very well worth everything I have lived through, and the best is yet to come.

I often wonder this especially loving my father, because it can be so easy for some to slip.

Recently here the government allow you to apply for an amount, which is to be used for your electricity bills.

Now before it went straight onto the bill, before that it was into the bank account, now its back to that.

Many would think oh, I can spend it on…. well, I don’t I checked my account and found it had arrived, so as I sat and ate my breakfast, I went on in-between and added it to my electricity account.

Why, isn’t that being honest when he is watching you. Don’t you feel the need to be honest, if I used it for something else, I would feel so guilty. Because it is for your bills, not a go waste it fund, like many seem to do.

My dad was a compulsive liar; he even lied that much he couldn’t remember what he lied about.

So, growing up, I would be so honest, I would get into trouble, or my mum would tell me to go for a short walk, so I wouldn’t find out anything.

We tell our children not to lie, but we tell them to believe in Santa, and did you know you can make the word (SATAN) out of the letters, hmmm. We tell them about the tooth fairy, easter bunny, but what are we allowing, lies.

Sometimes it is hard to step forward and be honest, but like I have said before, when I am asked a question, you may not like the answer I give, but I am going to love you enough to be honest.

If that hurts, maybe it could be my delivery, but maybe it could be your maturity level.

I used to tell my kids, Santa is an old man dressed up at the shops, I am not just big and jolly for nothing, I work hard to collect gifts to give you at Christmas, but we really celebrate because it’s Jesus’s birthday.

Same with easter, marketing has pushed the emphases to spend, spend, spend, but we celebrate because he died and rose again. Every easter Friday, I feel the depth of the enormity in which he was crucified for us, and on Sunday I feel a joy that he rose again and is around us.

I am still so touched that my hairdresser said to me, no one thinks or behaves like you do and shows joy, laughter and kindness. I still go back to my mum, ” when god made you, he broke the mold”.

The world teaches us to judge, to criticise, to get angry, to pick and prod until they fall over. Why, why aren’t you doing as he has written, love thy neighbour, not just the neighbour’s, but those around you as you go out.

A smile is priceless, a bit of kindness spreads kindness, a laugh and the world will laugh with you. I have social anxiety at times it is really hard, but I will push because what the enemy used for bad, I will turn it around for my fathers good.

End in point…

My life has been limited to say the least, but something shocked me into gear this morning.

You see in my cupboards, I have extra blankets, doonas etc. etc. My mum was one to keep things for a rainy day or pick things up cheap.

Thanks to the father who gives you what you need not what you want and sometimes, it’s the journey to get you there that is required more, than the ending.

So, over time I have accumulated extras, that makes me feel like I am drowning.

This morning as I watched a wife swap video, it kicked things into gear and boy I needed it big time.

I am going to clean out big time…

Many times, I see people ask, but instead of immediately thanking him, they laugh, they cheer, but few instantly thank the one.

Before I leave my house, I ask for a myriad of angels to protect me and the car, then I ask for a specific car park if possible. Then I go, and as I try and walk (every step is painful) I ask for his help. And I thank him, for getting me in and out.

Sometimes, I have wondered why, why I have so much going on and then I try and flip it, because I know some day, he will use it for his good.

I have had him heal me of things, he has saved me, and this is only for a time. Because I believe he is trying to show me something, or something to others.

He knows I will gladly shout it from the roof tops, when it happens, because I was given a voice to use, not to sit idly by and not learn from it.

Every breath is a time to learn, to change the status, it’s up to each individual to go through their journey and not miss the teaching…

Can you feel it in the atmosphere, something is happening.

I had to go out this morning to get my bread, it is a very specific brand and flavor, why because I’m special. Yesterday, instead of grumbling about my allergies, I thanked the father for making me special.

It is like today; I went out and looked at the people around me and all I see is a sea of emptiness.

So many don’t have the father alive within them and to me it’s terribly sad to see. If only they knew what I knew. I look and see so many that are in for a shock, how people live lives without the father in it, I will never know.

Having a body and only caring how it looks from the outside, but what about the holy spirit on the inside. How about him, wanting you to respond, to say hi, how are you doing, I would like to invite you in.

I don’t know if it’s me that is changing or something is coming, but I always say, get ready. As my mum would say don’t get caught out, when you have been warned.

Over 3,000 people have read my posts, that doesn’t include others, my journey and the love of the father is reaching other nations.

But to those few who have needed it, thank you, thank you for finding his love within these pages.

It says, we are to be like Jesus, we are a son and daughter like him, made in his image.

Now, man, puts on gowns, lives in a house that has gold candles urns, rules etc.

Why, why do we have pull things apart, then build something that has no spirit of him. Why, why do many follow or worship a human man or an idol, when it clearly tells us otherwise.

Why, because I think many become lazy, we haven’t enough time to read the word ourselves, we want to go through the process, to lie to ourselves that if we just go to church then were okay.

The word says to care for others, to look after the widows and orphans, it says, who do you choose him or money, what is your driving force. I am not saying it’s wrong to have money, but if it is more than him on your radar, then it is wrong.

I have watched others chase after wealth, chase after a reputation, chase an illusion. But then, say they love the lord, but nothing they do out of church shows it.

Your word is to honor, what you say, you do. You give, but instead of trying to make yourself feel good, you do it in his name. You don’t do it for brownie points, it is done with grace.

I sit in my humble little home and have a desire to have the means to go out and speak to people, whatever that may entail. For the time being, this is an avenue to use, because there is more than one of speaking, more than one way, to hear from someone who has had experiences and come out the other side, feeling okay, knowing that Jesus was there.

I have a piece on my Facebook page “Hardships often prepare ordinary people, for extraordinary things” I could never understand, why I had been through so much, and many times it felt like the air was taken out of my lungs.

But this is what I see, seeing that all that pain, all those tears, all that fear, everything was training. It was to be used by him, for when the right season comes and for those who need to hear. Hearing and understanding from another person, who has lived it, makes a window open. It allows you to see that, if you have lived through much trauma, if you hold on and only hold onto the father.

The world opens up, it is like a dark sky, turning blue again, to a blue that no one has ever seen before.

We need to stop looking at things via our human eyes, we need to stop wanting evidence, when I am here right in front of you. I used to always think of those who disbelieve, what do they need to be hit over the head.

Many will always question the reality of what many of us know as the truth. But it is because I believe, they are so integrated with the world, they cannot think for themselves anymore, they cannot see past, what is right in front of them. They don’t feel anymore, they have no perception of something outside of their own reality.

I look at religions and think, you stand you sit, you listen. But do you pray in tongues, is that leader filled with the spirit, is that leader working for the father or the enemy. Has that leader been corrupted or are they following a religious doctrine set out by a man.

I want people to read the word, I didn’t start at the beginning, I asked the father, so he started me at James. I am led by my father; he is where my eyes need to be focused. I need to make sure I read; I pray, I listen and hearing and listening are very different. Listening is taking it in; it is finding the key in the message.

Jesus spoke to many people, but where did he speak. I think for me this is key, why, at the moment sitting is not my friend, nor is walking. I need to make sure I give him minimum of 5 minutes of each, each day, if I do more, great. But doing so, does not make me more special than anyone else.

I remember my mum saying, when I did something that touched her heart, “when god made you, he broke the mold” It took me a long time to agree with this, because I never understood it. Now I do, now I get it, I get why I am here, I am understanding the process.

I also understand why, as I am here writing this down, he is leading me to a book. But I need to make sure, it’s him directing the words, working through me to jot down, the message. And as I finish for today, I remember a prophetic word a lady said to me, “You are going to write a book, that will be held up by leaders of nations, and your name will be written in the pages of history”.

Bring it on Lord…

I call my spiritual conscience my antenna, why because it picks things up that my human vessel has no awareness of.

When I am around people, I can pick up on so much. I have fine-tuned this over my life and instead of being used by the enemy, it is used for my father Jesus.

Example, once I was told about a guy, who had transformed his life from drugs and violence, to giving it over to God and getting engaged, going to church. I listened, but something said, wait and see. I was on the watch and listen, like waiting for a storm to hit.

Well, it turned out God was right, he flipped back to his old ways, more than before.

Somewhere in the bible, I think in Mathew, could be wrong, but when your baptised and the devil is cast out, the demon goes out into the desert and finds more demons and tries to come back. At this time, I put up my no vacancy sign, the shield to protect myself, many do not.

Why do I know about this, when I had to stand against my gas lighting, narcissistic sibling, I came inside and cried, a deep broken cry, saying to the father, I gladly release any family, to follow you.

I felt to grab hold of the bible and the right page fell open, because I did not understand why they were the way they were. It stated, and showed, that she had 7 more than was cast out and it was like it showed me the explanation of all the manipulation was laid bare.

It was like I had just received the greatest gift, because it wasn’t me, I kept getting told I had a mental problem. It was their way of controlling and confusing me, to think their way.

But my beautiful father showed me, for it is written, the answer lies in his pages, just when you need him most.

Since, then many have told me they don’t like her, they have seen with their own eyes, people are not stupid. I have not had to say a thing, that’s the beautiful part, as mum would say, give her enough rope, she’ll hang herself and boy does that old saying ring true…

A blessing is, I have said the words and, in my heart, forgiven, I have also prayed, why, because the end is coming quickly, time is running out and her life needs to get right, somehow someway.