Angry Mama

    My daughter Shawn, gave me an Angry Mama microwave oven cleaner for Christmas and I absolutely love this funny thing! She looks really angry. It’s like she’s fit to be tied about the dirt and is not quitting till it’s clean. All you do is remove her head, add water and vinegar, put the head back on, and run it in the microwave. At the end, simply wipe off the nasty stuck-on yuk and your oven is clean. It’s crazy! It’s effective and it’s so easy!

    That got me thinking about someone I know. There’s always been something not quite right about her, yet the Lord uses her mightily. Her wisdom has changed the lives of many people, yet I had a reservation about something I couldn’t identify. As I became more aware of the Holy Spirit’s gift of discernment and how it works, by grace, I began to understand my own reactions to people and things in a spiritually correct manner.

    First, when we discern a thing, the purpose one way or another, is to pray. I asked the Lord how to pray about this person and this is how He handled it in me. Your job, Carol, is to intercede. If I show you something, your only reaction is to pray. You don’t talk to another person, you don’t form a human opinion, you ask Me what your position is in this. I am sovereign. I can use anyone for my purposes, whether they are completely free or not. No one is instantly holy, it is a process of overcoming life experiences, pain, fear, and opinions wrongly formed. I look at the heart, man looks at the outward appearance. You all have flaws, human idiosyncrasies, yet I use those flaws and make them into aptitudes for my glory. I deliver, and I make testimony from nothing. Never judge another by your discernment or any other thing. Have no criticism ever, just pray. You would not see an issue if I did not trust you to follow through. I will cause someone to pray out the things that hold you captive, as you pray out the freedom for another. It’s a partnership with Jesus who intercedes for all of you. You have a gift with a purpose. Like the angry mama, this gift goes to intercession and deep cleans without making a sound. Prayer steams off dirt and stains. It brings all the yuk to the surface, so it can be wiped away. Vinegar is sour, but it dissolves soil and leaves a sweet smell of cleanness behind.

    If you see something off in a person, be vinegar to sin. Call off deception, fear and confusion. Pray deeply, hold them up and ask that blessings be lavished upon them. Cancel the plan of the enemy and glorify the Lord. Love them effectively in prayer. Remember that love covers a multitude of sins. Perfect love casts out all fear. Partner with Jesus to render a sweet smelling, clean vessel, for His glory. Hugs.



    When you get to the place of desperation to give up everything that you think, know, believe and cherish, just for a glimpse of the love of Jesus, then you understand being a living sacrifice. Romans 12:11. When that freedom of letting go washes over you and floods your once sinful soul with joy and liberty from self, then you realize that sacrificing all for Jesus, the one who sacrificed His life for mine, is the greatest honor and blessing of all.

    Its not a religion, it’s not a person or a spiritual leader or a church, it’s the personal, intimate, love relationship between the God of all creation and me. It’s a dance, a perfect movement together as one heart. It’s a realization that He is only looking at me, I’m the only one He is enthralled with at this very moment in time. Knowing, just knowing. It takes my breath away.

A Visitation

    In the wee hours of February 10, 2018, something shook me awake. It wasn’t just a shoulder tap, it was full on whole body shaking, like my body was electrified. There was a surge of vibration and it felt like pure fun. Something told me to open my eyes, so I did. I saw lights, hundreds of threads of lights like little LED strings that played across my walls, swirling and dancing in a wavy circle. They made all right turns around the room. They ebbed and flowed. They moved with pure joy, spinning freely around the room. It was happy, playful, and childlike. I was in awe, I immediately knew these twinkling lights were angels at play, and I knew they wanted to introduce themselves. They didn’t manifest in bodily form, but I knew who they were in the Spirit. I wasn’t afraid, I was marveling at the spectacle frolicking before me.

    As I continued to watch, I began to hear very faint music. I heard string instruments, violins, cellos, mandolins, and the like. The music was very different. It was somewhat like classical music, yet more playful, more deliberately joyful, and had a dance beat to it. Suddenly, brass instruments joined in the melody. The richness, the fullness of the sound was otherworldly. Although it was very quiet, it seemed to play in my ears as well as my spirit. It was definitely audible. The lights continued their graceful dance around the room. Gradually, drums entered in, softly enhancing the tempo and the progress. It was a full orchestra, delightful and soothing, but beautiful, emotional and amusing at the same time. It was fun, I even found myself laughing a little at the pure joy of it. There must have been hundreds of spirits in my room, dancing and making music and laughing.

    The celebration continued about 30 minutes and then began to fade. The lights dimmed and the music softly diminished until it was a lovely memory. I think this was the most jubilant moment of my life. There was no fear or doubt or self-criticism. What remained was just awe and wonder and childlike delight. I’m still astonished at the plans and purposes of God and how He chooses to equip us and encourage us. He gives us bright glimpses of Heaven just when we need it. I knew this was but first time I would see them. I knew their presence would get clearer as time goes by, and that I would hear what they are sent to tell me. Angels are messengers as we all know. This message was to embrace it all and find joy in Him. In the meantime, I’m amazed that God would bless me in this fashion, completely and fully free, and blissfully happy. I’m humbled and overwhelmed that I get to partake of Heavenly things. But then the scripture says we are seated together with Christ in heavenly places, so why not. As my little church proclaims every Sunday, let it be on Earth as it is in Heaven.