It has been a while since I wrote. So much has happened. So much has changed.
Yesterday my mom would have been 91, had she lived.
I traveled to Batavia to facilitate a heavenly appeal for an extraordinary violinist.
On the way I called my Friday morning friend to bless him.
What is usually a time where I bless his spirit for 20 minutes…turned into a time of AHS evictions. I think Mom would be able to respond from heaven in a way she was not able to respond from the earth. I long to hear the different response.
Father gave me a prophetic word through a friend after the appeal. And on the way home he overshadowed me to help me receive the word at a deeper level. I have gotten this word from him three times over the past few weeks, from different people. He is so proud of me. He is proud of my prep for the desert, and how I am handling different relational difficulties right now. He is proud of me. I weep.
I had to cross the Fox river last night to get to my destination. Since the fourth, and the time on the boat in that river, something between that river and me has changed.
The year has been about growth, especially in the area of connecting to God through creation.
I host an amazing group of people that take turns leading and it has been great fun and incredibly life giving for me. The Lord knew I would need the life giving stuff in the face of the chaos.
Five years ago, my husband’s dad died. The year after it was his mom. Then a dear friend traversed the brutality of ALS and passed away. After that a dear friend I had worked with who had found wholeness died as a martyr, from cancer. Last year my mom transitioned into eternity. Currently my aunt by marriage and my step dad are both in hospice care. And my husband’s best friend has methosalemioa. He has lived beyond the date they gave, and is on what he calls borrowed time. So much death,
and then there is the work I do for others, where spirits that have been stuck need help transitioning and I facilitate that. It has been busy, and challenging, and new.
In continuing my own healing journey, I am struck by how much the Lord has done. I pause, I reflect, and I thank him. It is all about him.
A couple of friends called up a few weeks ago. They wanted to give me my birthday present early. Okay….the Lord worked it out that half our group was delayed so our meeting did not start. They game and they handed me…a bag. Inside the bag was…a stone. They said it was a living stone. Sometimes living stones grow as you look at them. And it fell…from heaven. There had been a meeting in Palbook, a little Korean church up the road. And the gemstones had fallen. And they had scooped one up for me, for my birthday, and I am undone. I had asked, and asked, and asked for a stone from heaven. It never manifested for me. Because Father’s plan was to give one to others, and through men I would receive my request. I marvel at the hand of God. I marvel at his ways. And I marvel that he is proud of me. Who am I, that God should even notice me? And yet his love, sacrificed life for me. Wrecked. Surely he makes everything beautiful in its time. Surely his plans are for a future and a hope. I rest.