Cotton Balls

Cotton Balls

I used to question God, as to why He would give me a child like my oldest son. After all, I figured, how can he be of any use to God or anyone, with his hyper, anti-social, extreme ADHD behavior?

But then one day, when he was about seven years old, right before he was supposed to get on the bus to go to his special school for the handicapped, (this was before I decided to home school him,) he decided he just HAD to have cotton balls. He put up a huge fuss and refused to get on the bus, (I couldn’t even carry him onto the bus because of his kicking and screaming,) until he had some cotton balls.

I began to cry, and wondered if he had really lost it this time, and had gone completely crazy. But finally, I found him some cotton balls, and he walked onto the bus.

When he came home from school that day, I asked him (in one of his odd moments of calm,) why he had wanted the cotton balls. He told me he wanted to give them to his friend on the bus. (I figured he really WAS crazy then.) But something inside me made me ask why. “I wanted to show Steven what clouds were like.”

I frowned. “But son,” I said, using my ‘you-should-know-better’ voice, “you didn’t need cotton balls to show him that. He can just look up into the sky to see what they’re like.”

But he gave me an exasperated sigh. “No mom, he can’t,” he said. “Steven’s blind.”

And from that moment on, despite what all the experts were telling me, I knew that God must have a plan for him in this world.

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This son is now in his late twenties and works for a major industrial company, and it has been many many years now since he has had those issues of extreme ADHD or anti-social behavior. Back then, the expert doctors called it ‘oppositional defiance disorder’, but in his case it turned out to be demons. Once they were cast out of him, (repeatedly,) his behavior returned to normal within a matter of weeks.

He wasn’t always a follower of Jesus, despite being home schooled. It wasn’t until he was in his late teens before he decided to follow Him.

It happened while watching the movie “Fireproof” with us. I looked over at him and seen that he was crying. He asked me, “don’t you see the angel with its hand upon my shoulders? He has just told me that I am on their side now.”

Hallelujah! The Lord had answered my prayer, and he had finally become a believer. And sure enough, from that moment on, his primary focus has been on what God wants him to do.

This is the son that can see into the unseen world through reflections, such as seeing demons or angels through a pane of glass or in a puddle of water. He has also been able to audibly hear them. This insight into the unseen world came about after he gave his live over to Jesus.

He has been feeling lonely. God has put the desire to have a family in him, so he is currently searching for his bride, and would love your prayers that he finds the one that the Lord wants him to have. So far the Lord has revealed to him that she will be a ‘ginger’, but hasn’t said much else about her.

Thank you for taking the time to read this and pray for my son.

May the Lord bless you and keep you in the palm of His hands,
C. Dunamis

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Drinking Deadly Poison

I apologize for not posting last month. For some reason I thought I had already posted something for the month of July.

I would like to say thank you again dear brothers and sisters for remembering me in your prayers!!

The Lord is bringing me though a valley of sickness and despair; He has shown me that I am now on my way out of it. He has commanded me to keep a diary of what I have endured, and wants me to publish it when I am completely healed. (Satan attacked my computer and completely destroyed it in an attempt to stop me; I am writing this from a friends borrowed computer.) I ask that you still keep me in your prayers, that I might be healed and complete the mission the Lord has placed before me. I claim in the name of Jesus that I will live and see and declare the works of the Lord!

Vitreous degeneration (blindness), floaters in the eyes, tilting vision, diabetes, obesity, neuropathy, nerve pain, amputation, skin infections, fungal infections, skin growths, migraines, back pain, internal infections, arthritis (joint pain), dizziness, bladder problems, and teeth problems, they all have tried to attack me. But I believe in Jesus name I will be victorious!

Before September 2015, I weighed over 235 pounds and my fasting glucose was 188 and the A1c was 7.3. Currently, as I write this, I weigh 160 pounds, and have a fasting glucose level of 96.3 and my A1c is 5.3. Some infections and skin growths have already been cured, and I no longer hobble around like a ninety year old woman with her walker. I have used no prescription medications to achieve these changes, nor have I become a vegetarian. I give all credit to the Lord Jesus Christ, who is guiding me through the maze in this valley and leading me out and up to the other side.

The Lord wants me to try and share with you an open vision that He gave me before I had begun my decent into this valley. It is an excerpt from my forthcoming book.

DRINKING DEADLY POISON

I was up in the heavens looking down upon the earth. Before me were waves upon waves of beautiful amber grain blowing in the wind. Some were lined up in rows next to each other in huge fields, while others seem to sprout up singly in the oddest places. Some even clung to the side of a mountain, or hung out over the water.

I knew I was in America.

Then I noticed that there were demons weaving in and around the shafts of grain, and I watched as they poured their different poisons into the grain’s root systems. When the wheat stalk had consumed enough poison, it sickened and died.

These demons were very careful not to concentrate their efforts in one place, but spread it out among the field, choosing one stalk here, and another over there. The time that the poisons took before they began to work seemed to vary with each individual wheat stalk. Some succumbed quickly, while other stalks needed more time and more poison. The demons made sure that it all seemed very random.

But it was a well thought out attack and not random at all.

My vision then panned outwards, and I could see that it was indeed the United States that I had been in. As I got farther out, I could see that the demons were trying to do the same thing in many of the other areas of the world. Their presence was not as strong in these other areas as they were in America. Those places with the strongest ties to America had more attacks than the others. But there were still some areas that had hardly been touched at all with the demons or their poisons. Those stalks of wheat were still strong and healthy.

The vision then ended.

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Note: I brought up Mark 16:18 to the Lord, “…if they drink any deadly thing, it shall not hurt them…”, but He became angry and told me that this piece of scripture was never given as a license to change all the other scriptures that recorded what He proclaimed as food, and to make poison our daily bread instead. That was satan’s work.

Disaster Averted

On our way camping, we came upon a long and steep decline going into the valley. It was very windy, and blew against the car and tent trailer, and along with the high speed of sixty five miles an hour, we started to fish tail and lost control of the car.

It felt like we increased our speed to much more than the limit, as my husband frantically tried to apply the brakes without locking them up.

There were cars in front of us and behind us; thankfully there were no cars beside us, and those behind us could clearly see our trouble, so they hung back, watching.

We came so close to the car in front of us, so very close. I thought for sure we had touched their bumper.

I asked my husband if he was o.k., and when my usually staid and calm husband admitted to me “I don’t know,” I felt panic hit me hard in the chest. My heart skipped a beat and I stopped breathing.

I knew it was time to pray and pray hard, but for the life of me, I could pull no scriptures to mind. The demon of panic controlled me.

So I started speaking in tongues.

I couldn’t watch anymore, so I closed my eyes, but right before I did, I caught sight of one of the four angels that guard the corners of our vehicles. It was looking at me with such peace and calmness, and I knew it was saying to me, “Come on ma petite! You know He’s got this too!”, taking me to task for letting that panic demon hit me so hard, and for that pause in my faith in Christ.

I kept speaking in tongues as I clung to the sides of my seat.

Finally, it seemed so very long, the fishtailing stopped and my husband had control of the car. I opened my eyes to look at my husband. His color was returning to his face (it had gone quite pale before,) and his grip on the wheel had returned to normal.

Disaster averted.

Thank You Jesus Christ of Nazareth!

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“The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want…Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me…Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.”

Psalm 23:1,4,6 (KJV)

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