Painting Pictures With Words–Romance & the Homestead
I heard the Lord say, "The South shall rise again!" And then I heard the Lord say, "I'm striking the base of pulpits!" These are the two powerful and hope filled messages the Lord gave me for me, Boyce, our family, and his people. I don't consider myself a "prophet," just a Christ follower who passionately listens for his voice.
"To understand this first dispensation of time and divide, we--you and me--have to get Biblical, go way back before the time-spin of the earth later on. We have to loosen our minds from the boundaries of our flesh and think spiritual since God is a spirit and so are His angels, neither of which are confined, have to bow down to, or are limited by our earth-bound minds. So now that we are thinking spiritual, seeing spiritual, lets imagine...
I always heard growing up, "You are what you eat." Well, I learned the hard way how true this really is. In my health journey to find my way back to healing I discovered probiotics. One of the best, I've fallen in love with is kefir.
So, you may be wondering why I'm writing an inspirational, spiritual blog about prepping, food, virgins, and sickness, well, here goes...
It was a cool, star-lit night; shadows on the ground. We were unaware of impending danger. Opie went outside for his last "anointed" walk around the yard. A battle ensued that we were unaware of. Opie... We couldn't find him. Where was he?
That night I tripped over my own throw-down gauntlet to God and began to stumble headlong into an ocean of power I never knew existed.
A Christmas story from my heart and how Christmas and it's meaning changed how I celebrate it now because of grief and sorrow. And how the meaning is so much richer and meaningful because of Christmas' ultimate goal here on earth. That goal is as unique as the characters who created it all.
In up-to-down-leadership, who is the greatest, the servant or the master? Who is equal? Is the teacher and the student? What makes a great leader?
Pecking Order? Do Hens Fight? I love cold, frosty mornings! I know it is Thanksgiving and all about turkeys, but I have a delightful chicken story that is funny! And it all started one cold, frosty morning... And it was a good one. Everything was glittering white, with new sunshine streaming through the backyard pines.… Continue reading A Chicken in the House? No Way! Not me!
