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.

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.

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..

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

It always amazes me, when he brings thoughts to your mind & life shows you its time to speak up.

Many thoughts recently have been to do with my son, how he would try and be smart a, or cheeky to get his own way. And because my daughter was so full on, I missed the boat on correction.

I remember many years ago, he made a comment about, once he went back to the country how he expected me to follow, like a submissive sheep.

That comment played on my mind, who does he think he is, for one. How does he see me, what got me was he didn’t see me as a person, but an unworthy thing.

Now this thought brought on a lot of heat, because the word says, “no good man, should be without a woman” remember this line. So talking about all male ruled churches, and the secrets that have caused children, unwed mothers so much pain, even now.

So, when I keep thinking, are there, NO GOOD MEN, or are they hiding behind their skirts. I am not putting all in one basket here, but think about it. They stand on the word, as a convenience, but do not live the word.

And the word is all the world sees, what has got me as a woman and I will roar is this. Men have made the rules, that if we stand up for ourselves, we are emotional, erratic etc etc. Well men, I don’t see you strong enough or chosen to give birth, deal with life and still be a woman with dignity ETC.

I go back to Adam and Eve, she got the blame, WHY, but he stood there as well, he tried the forbidden fruit, as well didn’t he.

I think about the grand architect of my life, yes I refer to him as a he, but I believe he is neither, thinking of the earthly form, he is much more, than we could ever wrap our heads around, so why try.

I see good traits in both men and women, who are a cut above the others and work really well together, to keep each other on track, and you need it. Someone famous said something sensible once, the reporter was asking about a good marriage, he said “I married my conscience” he married someone to keep him in check, but also someone who complimented his good traits.

If I brought those to justice, who have wronged me, I would have to go through the mill, so I choose to leave it to God. Because I know, in the world, instead feeling I have lost, before anything has begun, because I am female and the first thing, as I was told by my accuser, you did it, its your fault.

And this again, has played on my mind, going back to thoughts of my mother, she copped a lot, because she searched for honest love and did not find it and was a victim instead.

I am one that would stand up, but what has got me is, how through time we have been considered weaker, because we are physically or emotionally not equal.

Who says, I am not emotionally equal or even superior, now don’t take this as a big head statement, just putting it forth.

When you give birth, if that don’t give you power, nothing will, with my son I only had gas, with my daughter, I only had one injection for my lower back. Because I knew, once that pain hit, what I had to do, so I embraced it, worked with it and out they came.

I believe we all have traits that are a blessing, we have strengths and weakness’s, but why are we so hell bent on pin pointing our sex. Why is it such a factor, why can we not just be the person we are.

When I worked in the city, I was the fat, old christian at the front desk, who was a laugh, someone to poke fun at and run down. Really, I stood back and let my father do his correction, and time and time again he did.

But only once did the boss really see me, as he went past me, he said “your not as dumb as you make out”, that has stuck in my memory. Why, because for a split second he saw me, not my weight or gender or anything else, he saw me. And yes I played up to it, because I thought to myself, if they want it, then play their game, they think there superior, but not really, just unintelligent on reality.

So, if ‘no good man should be without a good woman’, why does the world think, they have it right.

Instead of what the father sees, just ME.

When I was little and living in an horrendous environment, my mothers words.

“Just make out, everything is fine, put a smile on your face, and don’t talk about it”, sorry mum but you got it wrong. Yes, I realized years ago, why she had told me that, for she lived it, to cope with what happened to her. But boy, I was going to change the course, I was going to be the one, who stops this familiar sick control, and with my dad I have.

So from age two, I kept making out things were fine, no one ever saw or heard the pain, screaming on the inside.

And this affected my life and the way I mothered my children, it is only now, that I know the truth.

But it does come when its time, when things change, anointing takes place, I remember being water baptized and thinking, nothing happened, I was expecting amazing things and I got nothing.

Someone I worked with said to me, why, weren’t you already done, I told her, when your christened its your parents choice, when your baptized, its YOUR CHOICE.

But I kept in my mind, that day in that paddock, the words he said to me, the day I knew someone cared enough, to stand for me, and that he would look after me. It was that day, I got a dad, lately I have been saying to people, many people can father a child, but few are fathers. Like a doctor, many are qualified by a certificate, but few are real doctors.

Think about it, when my dad came into my life, I knew, his discipline, I had to accept, because it was right, when everything around me was so wrong.

I went through scenarios of life and felt nothing, because, when you acting your not living. Your just doing, going though the motions, but it does not touch you.

I no longer act, it feels to me, I lived a life that was a lie, my only thing chatting to my dad is this, it took 53 years, I need to make some things up and we need to make them happen, NOW. Yes, I know hes listening, I know that he knows, what ever he decides I will willing accept.

But dad, its time, all that has been stolen and you know what I am talking about, it is definitely time.

For I am in the right place, right head space and just right.