The Night Before A Day Of Miracles

So, my church has been doing a 21-day fast since January 7, and it will be ending tomorrow, January 27th.  Tonight, being the night before, is one of those nights when it’s hard to go to sleep because of the excitement for what happens tomorrow.  Our pastor was told by God before we even started the fast that the 27th would be a day of miracles.  Part of the fast has been to have someone in the church praying for 24-hours a day, everyday, adding up to 500 hours total.  Last night, the women had a Girl’s Night and several of us stayed all night, taking different hours to pray.  All of this has been leading up to the Day of Miracles.  Yeah, it’s definitely not that easy to go to sleep right now with such awesome things in store for the morning, although I’ll have to before too long.

Part of the last sevenday of the fast, we’ve been going to church everyday and making a circuit around the walls of prayer in the sanctuary.  Each wall is under a different category and is a place where people can write names of people to pray for and prayer requests.  There’s also a wall set aside just for praising Him and another one for thanking Him for answered prayers.  Our pastor has been making a circuit and invited others to join him at 7:00 AM to do the walk.  This walk is akin to the walk the Israelites made around Jericho:  six days of silent walking, one circuit around; the seventh day taking seven circuits with rams horns blowing, finishing with loud shouts from everyone.  Tomorrow will be our seventh day and we will be blowing a rams horn (I think we only have one, but we may have some other horns blowing, will have to see), making seven circuits, finishing with loud shouting and rejoicing in the battle won.

In preparation for tomorrow, Pastor Mark had us annoint the doors with oil to prevent evil from coming into the church.  My mom went around with another woman, hunting for every door they could find, as well as a few electronics to annoint against malfunctions for tomorrow.  As we got ready for the Warehouse, our food pantry, we heard of one door that we didn’t know about.  I went with another lady to mark that door, and it being the last door…that was interesting.  it really didn’t like being called out and told to go back to where it came from, but it was forced to and the whole building is sealed against attacks from evil.  Shortly after we had annointed that door, something tried to follow a person it was ingrained in.  it was held back from entering the building, but there was a sense of eerie, creepiness that a few of the Warehouse workers felt.  Because it couldn’t enter, it tried attacking through other means, but we weren’t thwarted in the mission we’d been given and worked the Warehouse in what was an enjoyable day considering we’d had little sleep and there were attacks being made as much as possible.  I must say, it’s really fun (and it really is fun, although in a very diffrent sort of way) being given the strength and sight to see that there are attacks being made against you in the midst of an unworldly sense of peace and contentment.  We scoffed at the attacks and were able to be very firm and not let the attacks become distractions from the work we were doing.  And all of this right before the Day of Miracles.

I am really quite excited about tomorrow morning and will be going to bed shortly to get some sleep before the big day.  I know we have several people who will be prayed over for all sorts of things:  physical healing, relationships, prodigals, lost, forgiveness, provision, everything else under the sun, and of course, thankfullness and praise.  I can’t wait to see my brother-in-law healed from cystic fibrosis, my dad healed from rheumetoid arthritis he’s had for 19 years.  I can’t wait to see the prayers of provision for my husband to find a job to finally be answered as we’ve been waiting quite some time and we’re tired of waiting.  There are so many awesome things that are going to be happening tomorrow!  I’ll try to get back on here in the next few days to post what actually happened with this Day of Miracles.  Please pray with us for these miracles, praising and thanking God for being such a glorious God.  Thank you!


Overflowing of Living Water

So this post is one I meant to do shortly after the Master Painter.  I have a few pictures showing the progress of this painting as well as the finished one.  The biggest thing about this particular painting is what it’s showing.

A woman at my church had a vision that she shared with the congregation.  She saw a beautifully made jar that was being filled with pure, clean water (representing the Living Water of the Holy Spirit), so much so that it was overflowing constantly.  The jar itself, although beautiful, had large cracks in it where some mud and junk were oozing out of it.  She understood that she was the jar and that God was pouring the Living Water into her.  He was pouring so much into her that the junk of her life, all of the things she had done that had dirtied her up, was being forced out.  Some of this mud had become dry inside of her and the Living Water was turning it back into mud to purge her of it so she was filled with only the fresh, clean Living Water.  The cracks in the jar represented the hurts she had received throughout her life.  Some were big and some were small, but they mottled the surface, allowing some of the mud to seep out.  After she saw and understood that part of the vision, there was another part to it.  She saw her jar above other jars and that the Living Water that was overflowing from her jar would flow into others.  This showed how our actions affect those around us, even without us directing action towards them.  The love God has for us can flow through us into everyone around us.  That was the bulk of her vision she shared with us.  She asked for someone who was an artist that would be able to show everyone else for the following Sunday.  As soon as she asked, I knew I was going to be painting that week as I already had a canvas stretched and gessoed, just waiting for the paint.

The bulk of this painting was done Saturday night before displaying it on Sunday, I only worked on it a couple of hours on Wednesday.  I’m thinking this painting was somewhere around 10 hours of work.


This is what I did Wednesday before displaying it Sunday

This is what I did Wednesday before displaying it Sunday



This is the finished painting

This is the finished painting

So, the blue and white would be the Living Water flowing into the different jars.  The largest jar represents the oldest person, someone who’s lived longer and gotten more banged up and dirt along the way.  They have made a decision so the Living Water is flowing into them and pouring out on the other jars surrounding it.  The medium-sized jar would be like the larger’s child.  This one has seen a decent amount of life and has some dirt and cracks in it.  This jar has also made a decision for Christ and receives the Living Water, as well as having the Living Water overflowing onto it from its parent.  The smallest jar would be like the grandchild of the largest jar.  Being young still, this jar hasn’t made a decision for Christ yet and doesn’t receive the Living Water from the source, but still has the Living Water poured over it by its parent and grandparent.  This is the summary of the painting, the story behind it.

I will add more pictures once I can get them off my phone of the progress.

If you happen to have any questions about this painting, please feel free to leave a comment and I will do my best to answer.

The Master Painter

It’s been a bit since I last posted on here. I plan on having a few pictures in the next post of what I was working on a few weeks ago.

Besides being a follower of My King, I am also a painter. He has graciously gifted me in an extraordinary way with art, and my favorite form is painting. I have become much more in touch with Him and my painting in just the last couple years. Previous to my twins, I painted what we were supposed to paint in class and would come up with things on my own. I wanted Him to use my talent, but was out of touch as to how to let Him move my paintbrush and design the works. After my twins, I began to “hear” were paintings from Him. Now I have to have a notebook with me at all times, just a little one to write down what He reveals to me. Sometimes the works are prompted by people around me and by what they’re saying. Other times, the works just pop into my head and have to be recorded lest they be lost. I think the worst part about the multitude of works to be done now is accomplishing them. Many of them are not so much needing to be done now, but more like they should be done sometime. Some inspire me, just at the thought of finally getting to work on them. Alas, I don’t have a place to paint nor the materials for all of them. Although, He has pulled through for me every time I needed supplies. I’ll give you more details with the next post when I have the pictures for you to better understand how He works awesomely.

On the last painting I worked on, many times I asked Him to guide my paintbrush to better show what originated from Him in the first place. I always defer to My King, the Master Painter. How can anyone look at a sunset and not see His masterful strokes, the beauty of it? Look at the stars, places like the Horse Head Nebula and the exquisite colors in them. How can people doubt that there’s someone behind this beauty? From the stars, to the skies, and even to a dew-ladened spiderweb, there is a master artist behind it all. My King is the Master Artist, the Master Painter. By His grace and Will, I study His artwork and listen to Him, learning His ways. Glory be to Him for His majestic creation.


Matthew 6:28-29 MSG
Instead of looking at the fashions, walk out into the fields and look at the wildflowers. They never primp or shop, but have you ever seen color and design quite like it? The ten best-dressed men and women in the country look shabby alongside them.

New Testament Law vs. Old Testament Law

I have heard people talk here and there saying Jesus contradicted the Old Testament with His teachings.  Well, I came across a verse from the Old Testament today that I hadn’t read before that contradicts them, at least a little bit.  When Jesus is asked what the most important commandments are, His response is unexpected.  He says (in both Mark 12:30 and Luke 10:27a), “Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength.”  In a devotional from, the reading was placed in Deuteronomy.  I personally haven’t read much of that part of the Bible yet, although planning on doing more reading.  Reading Deuteronomy 6:5, I felt like I had deja vu reading, considering the wording is almost the exact same.  Deuteronomy 6:5 says, “Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength.”  This is mostly food for thought, that maybe Jesus wasn’t as contradicting as so many people seem to think.

The Day We Live In

So a few things came to light tonight that have my concern, and anyone living in the United States should share this concern.  If you go to you can see what the concern is all about.  One report said there were 40 states who had a petition started.  My dad was going through and listing all the states that had petitions on there, some of them listed a few times, and it was astounding. We counted SIX who didn’t have a petition started:  Hawaii, Washington state, Connetticut, Maine, Vermont, and Iowa.  All the other 44 states were on there at least once.  While this does make me nervous, I will remember who is My King and the unfulfilled promises He has for me.  I know my time on this world will not be over with these unfulfilled promises, and I expect things to be somewhat steady for one of them to be fulfilled.

I ask for any who read this to begin praying for direction and guidance for everyone, including ourselves.  I will not be signing a petition except by God’s direction.  I am wholly unprepared for this type of thing happening, and had never considered this as being a possiblity for the “end of the world” stuff based on the Mayan calandar cycle.  I personally believe something will happen with December 21, 2012, but not the literal end of the world, just the end of an age.

Besides the obviously needed prayer, we need to prepare.  The preparation I’m talking about is mainly preparation using  God’s Word and preparing our minds with knowledge.  There are some other obvious things that need to be done to prepare, like having emergency plans in place for different types of emergencies.  Emergency plans ought to be in place for everyone, although we haven’t officially gotten one in place yet. We have been talking more and more about what we need to start doing in preparation.  As we make these plans of preparation, I will give updates of our plans and what not.  If you have suggestions, I would love to hear them, as we are still in the early stages of preparing.

To close this post, I want to pass along another verse to you.  Read this and dell on what it means.

Ezekiel 11:19-21
19 I will give them [the Israelites (or think of this as us)] an undivided heart and put a new spirit in them; I will remove from them their heart of stone and give them a heart of flesh. 20 Then they will follow my decrees and be careful to keep my laws. They will be my people, and I will be their God. 21 But as for those whose hearts are devoted to their vile images and detestable idols, I will bring down on their own heads what they have done, declares the Sovereign Lord.”


There are so many firsts in the world we’re expected to do.  We don’t all do the same firsts.  Every one of us doing things a little differently.  I happen to be one in my family to do a couple firsts that haven’t been done.  Not all of them are to be proud of by any means, but there are some I take to heart.

I was married within a month of graduating high school.  I know I’m young (as that was in 2009), but I knew he was the one I was going to marry within the first two weeks of dating.  We met through work at my first job…Taco Bell.  We started dating January 1, 2008, just a little while into the new year.  He was the only one I really dated, and I never thought of it as dating.  What’s the point of dating if obviously you’re not going to get married?

So, we got married in June.  In October, we found out I was preggo.  We we’re nervous of course because we weren’t in the best situation to have kids, but we were going to bring them into the world anyway.  A week after finding out I was preggo in the first place, we found out there wasn’t just one in there, but two.  My wishes for twins came true.  And no, twins don’t run in the family, they were a totally unexpected, yet totally awesome surprise gifts from God.  We were married less than a year when boy/girl twins were born.  God got us through the tough times as we adjusted from just being married to expecting.  During the pregnancy, a blood test said one or both of them could have an open neural tube.  With lots of prayer from churchs everywhere, God kept them safe.  He gave us “God Spots” (as my dad calls the) on both Mach (pronounced “mac”) and Mari (pronounced “mar-ee”).  Mari looks like she got her ear pierced where the skin at the top of her ear  meets near her hairline.  It was one of the first things I noticed when I got to hold her in the labor room.  I didn’t get to see Mach’s God Spot til he was four months.  I saw him on his belly after a bath, and right above his crack, the same kind of “pierced” look Mari’s God Spot had, just deeper.  Mach and Mari are a testament to God’s healing, even before they were out of the womb.  All I have to do is look at my precious twins to see the miracle of life, how fragile it is, yet how caring God is and the plan He has for their life.

Those are just a couple of the firsts compared to my family.   While things have gotten hard around me, I still hold to the faith I have in God to get me through.  This has by no means been easy.  I’ve been seperated from my husband by circumstance and have had to endure quite some time taking care of Mach and Mari without him.  It grates on me, this being apart when God has called us to be together.  There are a few good things that have come from this seperation, cheifly my hubby coming to realize he wasn’t truly a son of God, and committing his life to Christ.  I’m not sure what would’ve happened had we not been put through this trial, trudging through this never-ending valley of shadows.  God has given me promises of great things to come that can only happen with my hubby.  God doesn’t want anybody to go through divorce, but He won’t condemn you either.

Through this hardship, we’re doing another first.  My hubby’s side has been cursed by divorce.  His mother has twice and each aunt and his uncle have had a divorce.  This curse has translated to two of his cousins, the only two that were married before us.  I’m happy and sad at the same time to be the first in his family that will not divorce.  I wish we didn’t have to be the first, but I will not let this curse continue in my family any longer!

I know this a lengthier post, but it has to get out there.  For this being the end of my first post, I leave you with a few verses and some things to think about.

Psalm 91:11 NIV
For He will command His angels concerning you
       to guard you in all your ways;

Psalm 119:9-11 NIV
How can a young person stay on the path of purity?
    By living according to Your word.
I seek You with all my heart;
    do not let me stray from Your commands.
I have hidden Your Word in my heart
    that I might not sin against You.

I leave you to think about His guarding you with not just one angel, but several.  And let us learn His Word so we may took it away in our hearts and not sin against Him.