A Miracle: The Bouncing Ball

Many years ago, while out shopping, one of my kids asked me if they could all get a rubber ball from the little ‘bubble-gum’ machines that were lined up at the entrance of the store. I checked my purse and found I had just enough quarters for everyone.

So they each got a ball, and even got them in the colors they liked. When I seen that, I mentally shrugged and said to myself, “Maybe God IS still with us.” (It had been one of THOSE days, where nothing seems to go right.)

Then one of my kids asked me if he could play with it outside, and ignoring the tiny nudge of no that whispered from within, I told him yes, but just be careful & not loose it.

As we stood in front of the grocery store, my child dropped the ball, and ran out to retrieve it, into the path of an oncoming car.

As he chased the tiny ball, he crouched lower and lower, till he was completely below the front window of the car. I knew that no driver, however alert and good, would be able to see him and stop in time. I  screamed his name at the top of my lungs, certain that it was the last time I’d ever see him alive.

Then the car’s brakes suddenly ‘grabbed’ and stopped, leaving my child in between the two front wheels, his face but a breath away from impact.

He turned and ran back into my arms, and it was a while, before either of us could let go of the other.

“Yes ma pettite,” the voice within answered, “I AM STILL WITH YOU.”

I thanked God all the way home, yet I kept wondering why God even let it happen in the first place. He could have found another way to let me know that He was still with me. Where was His will in this? I simply did not understand.

The answer was given to me when we got back home. My child gave me another hug, then tells me; “Boy Mommy, Jesus must have something really special for me to do for him someday, for Him to have saved me like that…” ( ! )

This, from a seven year old little boy.

During Hanukkah, we remember the miracles in our lives. This is one of them.

Thank You Jesus for saving my son’s life!

May The Light of the World, Jesus Christ, fill you with His peace,

C. Dunamis

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The Football Field

(Continued from https://dreamsofdunamis.wordpress.com/2016/11/04/still-here/)

The dream begins with me running on a football field, holding a football. This in itself, surprised me, for I detest football. It was not something I would do, yet there I was, running with the ball. I had a general idea of where the end goal posts were, and I knew I was running in the right direction.

There was no one else on the field that I could see; no one from my team, and no one from the opposing team.

It was in the dead of night, extremely cold, and it was snowing so bad that at times you couldn’t see more than a foot ahead. The wind howled and blew in gusts, swirling about, making mesmerizing patterns in the air. The playing field still had the big lights on, but they seemed to struggle to cut through all the swirling depths of snow.

I suddenly realized, that I did not have to do what I was doing, so I stopped.

I looked up into the bleachers, and could see about a dozen or so people out there. I sensed there were a few more in the bleachers that were out of my line of sight, but that the rest of the fans had given up supporting the game and had gone home because of the severe weather.

I felt very cold and very alone.

Then as I looked towards the other side of the field, I saw a bus depot. I starred at it. Every now and then I could feel the warmth from its doors gust out towards my face. It looked warm and bright, cheery and good.

So I dropped the ball where I stood, and went into the bus depot.

The warmth there felt wonderful!

I sat there on one of their benches, and watched as loads of people would arrive in a bus, and then transfer themselves onto another bus that would take them on to heaven.

Oh the stories they shared were amazing! They all talked among themselves, explaining from where they had come and how they had got there. The bus driver always interacted with them, and seemed to be very happy with what he heard. There were smiles and oohs and ahs, as the people shared their stories. I listened with rapt attention, whenever a bus rolled in.

As I sat there on the bench and waited for my turn to get on the bus, I faced the football field. The door was as big as a single garage door, and was made of metal. For what seemed like ages, the door remained steadfastly open. But then one day I noticed that the door was slowly closing.

The scene upon the field never changed; every once and a while I’d feel a gust of that frigid cold weather upon my face and shiver. I’d look out into the darkness, but I could not see anyone else out there.

One day I noticed that the door had only a foot or so left to go before being fully closed. But I didn’t care. I had long ago decided never to go back out into that mess again. I had no doubt that where I was, was the best place to be.

A while later, (which seemed like many days without end,) the door finally clicked shut.

The days then seemed to extend on forever, me watching those happy revelers climb onto the bus bound for heaven, and wondering when It would be my turn to get on.

Finally, when I was beginning to wonder if it would ever be my turn, they called my name.

I walked up into the bus, expecting to be able to share my story with everyone else on the bus, but there was only one other person on that bus besides me and the bus driver, and she sat huddled down in the very back, and was unwilling to talk to me. The bus driver also refused to talk with me; he couldn’t even bring himself to look at me.

Then I realized with a pang, that he was ASHAMED of me!

As the bus began to depart from the depot, I woke up.
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1 Corinthians 9:24-27 ESV “Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one receives the prize? So run that you may obtain it. Every athlete exercises self-control in all things. They do it to receive a perishable wreath, but we an imperishable. So I do not run aimlessly; I do not box as one beating the air. But I discipline my body and keep it under control, lest after preaching to others I myself should be disqualified.”

Isaiah 40:31 ESV “But they who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint.”

Matthew 24:13 ESV “But the one who endures to the end will be saved.”
TO BE CONTINUED…

Students Beware! The New Age Wellness Fair

3-6-13

One of my kids
Attending a local community college
Was given time off from physical education class
To attend their yearly campus ‘Wellness Festival.’
They were told by their phys-ed teacher
That they would receive extra credit for attending it.
(Here in California, it is mandatory to take two gym classes
In order to receive any kind of an associates degree.)

One booth that was there, offered you a ‘free’ metal thermos,
If you pledged to cut back on your sugar intake,
And gave them your email address.

Another booth gave you print outs on what helpful herbs
Might be growing in your back yard, and how these herbs can be applied to help heal common illnesses.

Yet another booth offered you a free back massage,
And stressed the importance of relaxation.

This child of mine wandered through it all,
Observing everything as usual,
Till the child came across something
That this child had never seen before.

An energy aura cleanser.

This woman had no booth,
But wandered around the campus fair grounds,
Inviting anyone near her,
To come forth and have their “energy cleansed” by her.

My child stood back and watched,
As a student was just finishing getting her aura ‘cleansed’ by this woman.

There were demons
That swirled around this woman,
Demons that went forth and attacked the person,
Sucking their energy from them,
Forming it into some kind of glowing orb ball,
(reminiscent of those colorful-swirling rubber balls one can get in a vending machine for fifty cents, but way bigger,)
And then feeding it into the spirit of the woman.

“Ah, yes!,” she exclaimed, now I can feel your energy!
It needs to be released and flowing!”

The woman then placed her hands upon the student,
(the woman’s hands, and especially her fingertips, were covered with a heavy dark substance that was very black, and it was this substance, that seemed to provide the opening doorway for the evil spirits to enter into the student to whom she was touching,) and the student’s glowing ball of colorful aura that had been fed into this woman just moments before by the demons, Was now taken back out from this woman by those same demons, along with some of the spirits already in the woman, and then with their hands, the demons then swirled the different kinds (and colors) of spirits together into another now different ball of aura,
And then threw it back into the student.

This was all done by the demons,
Who used the woman to initiate the needed touch and catch phrases for the spiritual exchange to take place.

As the woman finished with the student,
She looked around and quickly found my child.

“You there!,” she cried out to my kid,
“I can SEE your energy! Come! Let me cleanse it for you!”

At this, the demons working this woman,
Rushed forward and tried to attack my child.

But the demons were never able to get close enough to my child, to retrieve any of my child’s spirit,
For the angels that surrounded my child
Were large and several in number,
and they were VERY, VERY ANGRY.
They hissed as they attacked the demons who were trying to come near. They used their huge bright shields to cover my child, and held out their flaming swords towards the swirling demons in the air. But it was with their own hands, that the angels attacked these demons, using their blindingly white light that emanated from their own hands,
And they quickly formed their own orbs of blinding white power,
And slung them one right after the other at the demons.

These demons reminded my child of the Buddha demons that our family had once fought off, when we allowed that porcelain sculpture of a Buddha god into our home. Except this time, the demons were not as powerful as those were.
They also felt different than the Roman Catholic spirits, who usually gave off great waves of irritability as a warning when this child got too close to something strongly Catholic.

The demons retreated back into the woman,
And my child quickly said a most emphatic “No!,”
As the woman continued to ask my child if she could please cleanse my child’s aura. My child said no a few more times in answer to her persistence, till the woman shrugged and moved her attention on to another student who was walking her way.

Afterwards, my child told me that they (the angels and the child,) would still rather go up against demons like those, versus the demons that are found in those who actively worship satan. The demons of satan worshipers are the WORST to fight off. Not that they are so hard to battle against, but more that the demons that reside within them, are more vile and disgusting to confront. The angels also hiss more, and quickly ground their teeth at such demons, and eagerly await the right to attack those demons, if they were to be stupid enough to try and attack them.

Most of the demons that are seen on campus by this child, usually stick to the person that they are ‘haunting’, and for the most part, do not try to jump from person to person. It saddens this child of mine, to see so many people, unbelievers, walking around with their demons, unaware of just what is tailing them. Some, if the person’s end was to come at that moment, would be quickly dragged down to hell by the demons already attached to them. This child has described the campus to me, as “a walking future graveyard”. True believers, are easy to see, for they have a bright white aura around them that is clear to discern amongst all the surrounding spiritual darkness.

I asked my child, if they had said scripture first,
Before the angels attacked those demons,
And I was told no. “I said some later, under my breath, but no, not at first.” This comforted me, for until this point, for some reason, I had thought that the angels would not attack unless scripture was quoted. But thankfully this incident proved that theory wrong.

I quickly went into my prayer room
And thanked the Lord our God for protecting my kids from such an attack!

As I continued on with my day,
I couldn’t help but wonder
If the Wellness Fair should have been called
‘The New Age Wellness Fair’, for the majority that had booths there, were ones that would fit in quite easily
With all the new age teachings.

And then the thought occurred to me…

What would have been the colleges response,
To a Christian woman wandering around the fair,
Asking the students as they walked past her,
If they would like to be blessed,
And have a laying on of hands,
to cast out any evil spirits,
And to be anointed with olive oil,
In the hopes that healing would be brought to their body.

Can you imagine the outpouring of protests this would cause? Oi! Yes, I realize that as believers, we are to be cautious of whom we lay our hands on, yet still…the point is, the campus would never even allow such a thing, yet it is not thought wrong at all, that the public college backs up such a shamanic witch, allowing her to wander the grounds of the campus cursing any who are deceived enough to be taken in by her sly offerings….

CHRISTIAN STUDENTS BEWARE…!

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“Beware lest any man spoil you through philosophy and vain deceit, after the tradition of men, after the rudiments of the world, and not after Christ.” (Colossians 2:8, KJV)

“Lay hands suddenly on no man, neither be partaker of other men’s sins: keep thyself pure.” (1 Timothy 5:22, KJV)

“A wicked messenger falleth into mischief: but a faithful ambassador is health.” (Proverbs 13:17, KJV)

“There is a way that seemeth (seems) right unto a man, but the end thereof are the ways of death.” (Proverbs 16:25, KJV)

“Behold, I will bring it health and cure, and I will cure them, and will reveal unto them the abundance of peace and truth.” (Jeremiah 33:6, KJV)

“Be not wise in thine own eyes: fear the Lord, and depart from evil. 8 It shall be health to thy navel, and marrow to thy bones.” (Proverbs 3:7-8, KJV)

“Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.” (Psalm 43:5, KJV)

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