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.

This morning, I woke with an uneasiness, I do not know what is going on, but it was my son.

This happens when I know I have to pray, and that is just what I did. Knowing that if the father has woken me up early, then something I do not know about is happening.

When I was pregnant with my son, it was emotion filled, his father told his mates that he wanted to have him aborted, and that I wouldn’t have it. His twisted lies caused me a lot of stress, because I thought, what have I got myself into here.

When I was pregnant, there were scary medical issues that came about at 3 1/2 months I started to have contractions. I went to emergency, and my doctor came in to see me and said, “don’t expect to wake up with a baby tomorrow”.

All I thought was, my mother’s warning, it’s really hard to carry a boy in the family. So, I knew I was not living a godly life, but I also knew my baby had to be born. I prayed, I wasn’t sure how, but I prayed and thought about the father’s hand, holding him in there, keeping him safe. And when my doctor came in the next morning, he was shaking his head, he expected a call to come and do a curet.

He was shocked that I had not miscarried during the night, I told him I had prayed (I lived in a small country town). His comment was, well it worked, because your still in one piece. Then I was sick all the way till the end, not knowing my gallbladder was upset.

When he was born and that was another episode of OMG, they cut the cord and he didn’t breathe, I was told it was 7 1/2 minutes. They were about to call it, because there is a time frame with babies, he was skinny, because from 7 months I had trouble eating and keeping food down.

Home life was so stressful, his father threatened to throw him at the wall at one point. And the comments, can’t you shut your bastard of a kid up, he was an undisciplined child and grew into a selfish man.

My doctor knew the stress I was under, he asked how the a…hole was going, he was known, let’s put it that way.

At the time with all the outside stress, I did not know I was having post-natal depression. All I knew was, I was in a battle with myself, something I didn’t know about, all I had to do was keep the baby alive and bring him up as best as I could.

At 17 my son was so expressive, he’d hug me, his mates told him, I was cool. When he moved out of home as he wanted to get to know his father, he would call and I was concerned he wasn’t making steadfast friends, so I asked him. He told me I was his best friend, that made my heart feel so good and warm at the time.

But, in his last year at school I saw changes, changes that I knew, someone was influencing him, away from me, it was done little by little. He was still a really open minded beautiful young man, he is extremely clever, but something was off.

Today, we haven’t spoken in years, last time I saw him, he was so abrupt, his attitude was a country mindset, so limited so angry. I didn’t see the young man who loved his mum, I saw a stranger.

Times where I had called him, I was informed I was doing it wrong. I got to the point where I thought, well he can ring me, and because my mobile was a work phone, I was given strict instructions on personal calls. Yes, I had a better job from the outside, but the money was the same as my local job, and it cost me more to get too.

There is a lot about my son, that I see the younger version of me, self-righteous, short etc. But something I would never do to my mum is, be disrespectful, not honorable and speak down to her.

I have apologized for what I may or may not have done as a mum, because I believe we don’t know everything at the time, but we learn and grow, if we allow ourselves too.

One of my siblings, use to shake her child and blame them for all their inconveniences.

Trust me when I say, we are not all perfect parents, my job was to keep them alive, steer them in the right direction, teach them values, manners and respect. And then as an adult, choices to do with their life is their responsibility.

My son is 6ft 8, my mum was 4ft 10, I think of what she would say now, I am sure he would have copped a lecture to end time. Mum was a determined woman, she would make sure, you knew what she was thinking. And she would say it once, and you better be paying attention.

She would not allow what a sibling has done, to continue, trust me as she got older, she got shorter in tolerance. Once she had decided the lies, manipulation of a certain child had hit her hard, she was done. Her emotional motherly attachment was done, she wanted nothing to do with them and tolerated their existence.

So back my son, when I got him christened, something exceptional happened, his father had no desire to do anything positive. But I knew he needed to be circumcised, christened, and mum was all for it. But Father Ray was the person who was the Pastor of the church at the time, I had not gone to church still, but I was driven to get him christened.

My son was dressed in a gown my mother bought when I was christened, she had borrowed one for the other older ones but had the money when I was born to own her own. Most of her grandchildren were christened in it. Well, underneath was a silk petticoat that was super slippery, I warned Father Ray, and he got the message, other babies were being christened at the same time, but something happened.

He leaned towards me and said, “only two times before I have felt to announce a baby to the congregation and I feel he is one”. I instantly agreed, why, there are times when you just know. So, he grabbed hold of James and held him high, he was sitting in his hand, and he walked my son down past the crowd. In that instance in my heart and in my mind, I said, “there you go Lord, he’s yours”.

I believe there will come a time very soon when, his real father will step in.

Why, once when my son came down to visit, I always felt to put my hand on his car and protect him with a myriad of angles. I have spoken about this testimony before, how he could not understand why a car coming straight for him, had missed him. Deep down, he knows that a miracle took place, he hasn’t accepted it, but he knows.

He has made choices, he has chosen a road on a wide path, but when you just don’t fit into this world, it’s because your made for his real father’s world, to complete his mandate. And he will either accept it, or not and that is something, as a worldly parent you would struggle with, but when you trust the father, all that you can let go of. Because it’s their choice, there responsibility, all you can do, is the example, show the way and keep your own eyes, on your finish line.

How many threw darts at Donald Trump bagging him, trying all sorts of ways to stop him.

How many thought they knew better, and threw up as much mud, hoping it would stick.

Hmmmm, well, if certain things in my past were thrown up, people might not think the best of me. But if Jesus can forgive me, then, what is YOUR problem.

When I looked at Donald Trump, yes you can either look at his mannerisms and pick at him or really …. But really, he didn’t get to where he is by, rolling over and playing dead.

I think a country that has gone so far off the rails needs someone, who will not take no for an answer. He is being led by the father, I see it.

I see that the father has to do things, sometimes you don’t like it. But as a child of God, you know, you need the discipline and must humble yourself to know, you need to be corrected.

Taking correction is a sign of maturity and how you handle it.

Hating the man, is useless emotionally, why, because it’s not about him, it is about the purpose that God is trying to show.

It is like Charlie Kirk, he knew the purpose of what he had to do, and he knew some demonic people would try and stop him, but he refused to not stand for his father. He refused to not stand for the truth, he stood up and spoke out loud, instead of hiding in the shadows.

Many times, over the years, something has stuck with me, oh being a Christian, you must be meek, you must not ruffle any feathers, you cannot speak up, the world will look down on you etc etc.

Give me a break, I use to hide, I was quiet, yes many who know me now would not believe me, and that is not a issue.

But remaining silent, when your instructed to stand up, oh no. I will stand, I will speak up and yes you can think what you like. I am my father’s daughter, that is one key I stand on. If you are summing me up with a look, then I think your mind needs expansion.

With Don, I see his mandate, he will stand and yes ruffle the feathers of others, but he does it boldly for the father. Stop seeing with your worldly eyes, see his purpose and stand for the man, with the man as a solider in his army.

It’s not personal, its purposeful, if it’s causing a problem in you, then ask yourself this. What is the key issue here, is it what your being shown, is it a mind set or something else.

In his last term, I saw a news clip about him holding his bible and walking out of the white house and to a church that was burned. A friend said about something, which is the way the media wanted people to think.

I said, I saw this, a man who was instructed to stand, so he walked over, stood at the building showing, you need the word, it’s not about the building for burning it will not stop the mission or the delivery.

The father will not be stopped and neither will Don, until the father is finished with his purpose in life.

So, reading this you may or may not agree, but if I got you thinking, great because you were given a brain for that very reason to not be ruled by the world or to think the same way.

But to have the ability to choose…

It is so nice to sit here and type away, what I have learned so far, in my walk with the father.

Before, on my old computer, it was a big set up to get things going and make it happen. Instead, I can sit on the sofa and type away to whomever is out there, taking the time to read, what I write.

I really do hope that whoever this reaches, gets to know the father, sees how one person’s journey, takes its ups and downs. But how an experience can form something greater in you.

My father has given so much to, made me mature, shown that all the hardships I have gone through, that would have destroyed someone else, has set me up for greater things.

You have just got to hold on, sometimes it feels like deer life. But always remember you cannot see the trees for the leaves, you cannot see his plan and all he wants is for you to hold on.

Yes, its thats simple…

I was watching a YouTube short and something irritated my conscience.

A guy who everyone seems to think is amazing talked about how he hit his partner and then recently his mother.

Now, coming from a violent home it makes me rise to a level of. I will not stand for it, it is completely wrong, it isn’t fair and what would Jesus do.

Men have over the years got into a habit in certain countries, that you can hit them without any repercussions. Well sorry to enlighten you but this is completely wrong.

I don’t care about what your bank balance is or who puts you on a pedestal, you never have just cause to hit a woman, my personal view is, you cannot speak it out, then your uneducated to a degree.

I pray someone pulls him up or charges him, because it’s not okay and especially to teach your own children, because they learn so much by watching you; and his excuse was his emotions were out of control, really what kind of excuse was that. So, you’re not mature enough to understand how to act or you have just never learned the behavior.

I don’t know about you but, it irritates me that, because of who you are, you are immune. No way, no how, not happening.

I don’t know about you, but this is a big no no with me.