Heaven’s Tour Bus

 

I dreamed that I boarded a tour bus, and I sat right up front so I could see everything up close.

First stop was at an enormous shopping mall. There were halls upon halls filled with little specialty stores. Each boutique was unique from the other, and displayed items from a place and time in history. Every place in the world had their own ‘wing’ of shopping stores, and each store represented a different time in its history. Every place and time was covered, from cave man to the future. Anything you desired could be had. All you had to do was ask the store clerk, and they then gave it to you.

The mall was crowded with many different people going in and out of the stores with their packages and purchases, each one smiling and enjoying themselves as they went about their business. But no one seen us or looked at us. It was as if we were invisible to them. They seen the tour guide angels, but they must have sensed that they were not alone, and so they stayed out of their way.

As I watched it all, my mind could hardly grasp all the choices before me. I knew it would take a lifetime to explore all the little stores. And oh, wouldn’t it be wonderful to explore them someday with my mother?

Just then, I seen someone walk by me, holding an old book open to their reading page, with a beautiful Celtic bookmark, hand-painted and stamped with gold leaf.

“Oh!” I exclaimed to my tour guide, “I’d like to have one of those!” And just then, someone else walked by from the other direction with a beautiful hair clip holding back her hair. It would be perfect for my friend. “And one of those,” I said. I turned to my guide. “Where is the store that has those?”

The guide told me it was in a different wing of the mall, and that we did not have time to go there on this tour. “Come,” the guide said to me, “we must go.”

“Wait!” I exclaimed, “couldn’t I just go into this store to get the bookmark? It’s right here in front of us.”

But the angel guide nearest to me shook its head no. “It will be delivered to you,” he said, and then we turned and got back into the tour bus.

After driving some distance, we suddenly came upon a valley as big as the Grand Canyon, with a cliff just as steep. The bus lurched out and downwards, and I screamed as I watched the earth come up to me. We tumbled, and then stopped for a moment, to see if everyone was still O.K.

Shaken but unharmed, we continued on into the depths of this valley, till we reached a small settlement of people, camped out by a big red rock. It was dry here, but pleasantly so, with the sun bright overhead, but without the searing heat. There was a light breeze blowing about, which made it a very pleasant day. Perfect picnic weather, I thought.

As I came closer, I could see the people walking about and going on about their business. They had trailer homes, propped up around each other, so they could all be together. Then, as I came close to one of them, one with a white sunshade propped up and out and a picnic table beneath it, my eyes caught a familiar sight and I stumbled.

“Is that my Father?” I whispered to the guide. I doubted it was, even though it looked exactly like him when he was in his twenties, for this man was laughing and smiling, something I had rarely seen my father do. He was talking and listening to the others around him tells him their stories, and him sharing his with them.

“Yes,” the angel answered me, “it is your father. But you must not stare at him, for that would cause him to notice you, and he is not to know right now that you are here.”

Oh! To turn my eyes away from his peaceful smiling face took everything I had in me. But I obeyed the angel, and looked away.

Our bus continued on again, and made it’s way to another grand canyon. When we came to the sharp drop again, I knew then what was in store for us, and I started to pray over and over again, “Oh my God oh my God oh my God!” till suddenly we were riding on the bottom of the canyon again. The angel must have seen the confusion on my face, for it explained to me, “this canyon is easier to access.”

This time, we rode on, till we came to a larger community, all green covered land, and mild temperatures, with little high-rises all around. Each rise, had everything that was needed in its building. The high rise was filled with people; many of them single women, all in the prime of their lives.

Then the tour guide talks to the building manager, and then the manager gives a nod, and leads us to a small room in one of the high rises. I enter and quietly look around.
The place reminded me of a laundry room, with washing machines lined up on one side of the room, while the other side had tables for one to sit upon and sort their laundry. I frowned in confusion, still not understanding. Why bring me here? I knew there must be something special about this room; I just wasn’t catching it.

Then I looked upwards to the wall and seen it.

My Mother’s cross-stitch. My mother’s ceramics. Her art work, up on the walls of the laundry room. I thought, “oh! How sweet of them to let my mother hang her work here!”
I looked closer, and seen there were several different small banners in cross-stitch, that had a date, name, and an emblem on it. Other ceramics that hung on the wall (bird, flower, bunny, dove, etc.,) was inscribed with a person’s name & date. There were several ones there with her name on it, among the other names on the wall. The manager told me the other names were Mom’s friends.

When I understood that, I looked around at the machines and wondered why heaven would even need washing machines. Then the angel stepped in and told me that these washing machines were different than the ones I knew of. These didn’t just clean dirt from clothes; they removed emotional stuff from things and cleaned it of all resentment, anger, bitterness, etc., anything that was un-Christ-like. An item could be put in the washer, and as a blinding white light would swirl in and around it, the person ‘washing their dirty laundry’, would sit at one of the tables and tell God all about their resentment, anger, bitterness, etc., and then leave those emotions with Him. The item associated with the ‘stuff’, then comes out clean and free of all ‘dirt’ and made new again.

My mother’s work, hanging on the walls, commemorated these events. Each piece of work had the person’s first name on it, along with the date. The last item on the banner or artwork was a symbol of what took the place of the ‘stuff’. The ceramics was the symbol itself, and had the person’s name etched into it, along with the date on the back of it.

How ironic! I had thought that God would somehow forcefully remove it (anger, resentment, etc.,) from a person, before letting them go through the gates of heaven. After all, I figured, why would God ever let such dirt into heaven? If He did, then it wouldn’t be heaven then anymore, would it?

But I was wrong. God does let it into heaven. He doesn’t forcefully remove it from the person. Instead, He waits for the person to get tired of the ‘dirt’ first, and then helps them to remove it. The tour guide told me that emotional ‘Dirt’ up in heaven, really stands out. It hinders the person’s joy in heaven, so one is naturally drawn to having it washed. When the spirit of God washes and purifies it, it enables them to let go of the negative emotions, which feels good and gives them more joy. All this takes place as commonly as we do our laundry down here on earth. (And mind you, unlike here, a person’s ‘stuff’ is seen as being quite separate from the people themselves!)

I was sitting on the bench and starring at my Mother’s work that hung upon the walls, when I seen my Mother walk in.

She was young and beautiful again, just like her pictures of when she was a young woman.

I quick looked at the angel again, to see if I could acknowledge her, and the angel nodded a yes.

Mom sat down beside me, and we turned to each other and held each other in our arms.
I was crying, and finding it hard to speak.

“Oh Mom,” I said, in a release of breath, “I’m so glad they’re letting me be with you!”
I wanted to tell her, all about my fears and second-guesses, of asking God to take her home to heaven, instead of having her hang on in pain down here. But in a sudden flash of realization, I sensed it wasn’t necessary, and that Mom fully understood and was glad that I had answered the way I had.

But then I found myself admitting something to her that I had not even voiced to myself down on earth. Something far deeper and uglier.

“Oh Mom,” I cried, still in her arms, “you want to know what’s really awful? If I had known just how hard and painful it would be for me without you, I would have never asked God to bring you to heaven!”

And at this, I cried more, and felt all my shame at this ugly truth revealed. I had expected her to turn away with disgust, once she realized how very self-centered and selfish I really was inside. (To think of keeping her here with me simply for my own comfort, even though it would cause her such pain!)

But she didn’t. She simply held me as I cried, and whispered words of comfort to me. “Sh, there, there, it’s O.K., I understand. It’s O.K.”

I stayed there, in her embrace; till I could feel some of her calm and peace blanket my own soul. I breathed a sigh of relief, as the last sobs racking my body faded away.
Then I looked up, to see her leaving, just like how a mother tiptoes out of her child’s room after finally getting them back to sleep. Only she wasn’t tiptoeing, she was walking, and I wasn’t quite asleep yet.

I was about to ask the angel why she could not stay longer, when the angel told me that she needed to get back to her crafts, for it was time for one of her ceramic pieces to come out of the kiln.

I got up then, and turned to the angel, thinking we would get back on the tour bus, for I was now eager to see more. But the angel let me know that the tour had ended, and with a gentle lift of her hand, I was sent back to earth and then I woke up.

 

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Rev. 21:4-5, KJV “And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away. And he that sat upon the throne said, Behold, I make all things new…”

A Day In The Life Of Dunamis

A Day In The Life Of Dunamis

My day started out slow and peaceful. My doctor’s appointment wasn’t for a little while yet, so I thought to do some shopping before hand. I went to K-Mart to see if they had my favorite shorts in, but all they had there were capris. While I was there, I seen an older lady with a nice top on. I heard the Lord’s voice within me tell me that she needed to hear what I thought about it, so I smiled to her, and told her that I liked her top she was wearing. She looked surprised at first, but then I could see relief in her eyes, as she smiled back at me and said thank you.

When I got done at K-Mart, I drove over to WalMart. At the corner I seen a mother and her child sitting along side of the road, holding up a white sign that said “Please help”, and something else that I could not read. The Lord spoke to me then, and said “I want you to help her.” I was surprised at this, for often times the Lord tells me to bypass those who do this, for often they are really not in need and are just out to try and scam you for some easy money.

So I made a mental note to stop by when I finished my shopping.

I went in to WalMart, to see if I could find a floral arrangement for a woman who had suggested one of my sons for a job opening she had heard of. The Lord was telling me that I should buy her some flowers as a way of saying thank you. I sensed cut flowers was not the thing, and that a potted plant would be much better.

So I went out into their outdoor garden area to look for one. The roses looked sad, as did many of the other plants, but their petunias looked fresh and bright. But this woman just did not strike me as a petunia kind of person. So I kept looking, hoping to find something I could give to her.  Intead, I found myself being followed by a pair of black colored birds whose eyes are rimmed with a thin white line. Whenever and wherever I moved, they did as well. They stayed about an arms reach from me, and chatting at me as if they were trying to get my attention. I finally stopped to talk to it, and asked them what they wanted from me. They would move their neck up and down, and then quickly snap their beaks open and shut as if they were eating something. “They’re hungry,” the Lord told me.

“There isn’t anything for them to eat around here?” I asked Him.

But just then the Lord told me that I had to get moving, for I was running out of time.

So I went back inside, and found some pretty orchids that were affordable. I sensed from the Lord that these would do. So I bought the healthiest one they had, a pretty deep purple colored one, and drove to the doctor’s office.

When the secretary called my name, I stood up and told her that these flowers were for her, as a thank you for suggesting my son for the job opening. She exclaimed that she just loves orchids, (she told me she has a collection of them on her windowsill,) and that she does not have this color already.

I was thankful to discover that I had purchased wisely. I thanked Jesus for His help in finding them.

After the appointment, I sensed that it was not yet time for me to go home yet, so I sat in the car until the Lord spoke to me.

“I want you to go back to WalMart.”

“Oh, I replied, “You want me to feed something to the birds?”

“I want you to go back to where that woman was and give to her.”

He seen into my heart, and knew of my reluctance to go back to her. So often I avoid such people, (at least in this area,) because they usually liars out to scam you.

“So you would feed the birds but not the person?”

Then I knew that I was indeed hearing from the Lord, and it was not just my imagination.

So I drove back over to WalMart, and sure enough, she and her son was still there. I went up to her, and handed her all I had in my wallet, which was only about twenty five dollars and some cents. I seen the full sign then. They were looking for a place to rent. I held out the money to her, and said “The Lord told me you needed this.” She took the money gladly, and said to me “God bless you!” I was surprised at this, for I could hear the faint Indian accent in her voice. (The Lord reminded me that not all who are from India are pagans, and that He has believers even there.) I told her that I would pray for them to find a place to stay. She seemed very thankful, especially for the prayers. I prayed for her right then and there.

I then got back into the car, and asked the Lord where I should go next. He told me to go back to the garden center at WalMart, and feed the birds, for it was now their turn.

I laughed.

“Why do you laugh?” He asked me. “I take care of them just as I do you.”

I then remembered the piece of scripture that spoke of the Lord feeding the birds and dressing the lily. Nowhere did it say that the Lord always does it without ever using man to help Him.

So I drove back to the garden center.

I heard that pair of birds again, crying out, and prowling the parking lot for a speck of food to eat. Their cries bothered me, for I could hear how upset they were. (After raising chickens for so many years, one becomes attune to a bird’s panic cry.)

I could see that there was nothing in sight for them.

Walking into the store, I seen one of the workers there. “All those birds out there,” I said to her, “They have nothing to eat.”

She laughed and said, “Yes. Did they swoop down and dive bomb you too?”

“No,” I said. “They just followed me wherever I went.”

A customer called out for her help, so I left her and then asked the Lord what I should get to feed them. (I had checked for something in my purse or car, but both came up empty.) I thought of buying them some crackers, but the Lord told me, “No. Get them some bird seed. They need the health that comes from real seeds.”

He guided me back to where they had some, and I found the cheapest bag they had there. $2.95

I could afford that. (At the moment we are watching our pennies very closely, and do not have much to spare. But I knew I could cover that cost easily.)

I went to pay for the bird seed, and the lady I had spoken to earlier was the cashier. “So you’re really going to go out there and feed those birds?” (I could tell she thought I was one of those unfortunates who had lost their mind.)

But all I said to her was “Yes.”

I didn’t put the seed in the garden center directly; I sensed that the workers would only sweep it all away. So I went outside the garden center, and spread handfuls of it on the parking lot and side areas. At first the birds flew off, thinking that I was throwing something at them, but when they realized it was food, they came back and began to eat. Their chirps seemed calmer now, without the jarring panic that was in them earlier.

“Where to next, Lord?”

“The Dollar Store.”

Ah yes. The boys were asking for more of their favorite beverages that I get from that store. (Martinelli’s sparkling white grape juice.)  So I drove there and began to shop. I found a few items there, but not the drinks. They were sold out.

As I was leaving, I seen an older man choosing a helium balloon for a child.

The Lord said “Rex.”

I thought for a moment and said “yes, he does kind of look like Rex, doesn’t he?”

I then went out to my car, and put my purchases in the car. I was trying to decide if I should use the lady’s room before driving home, or if I could wait.

“Go to the ladies room,” the Lord told me.

So I went back into the store, and as I was walking back to the bathrooms, a voice stopped me.

That man that I thought looked like Rex, was actually Rex, and he was obviously wanting to talk to me. This surprised me, for we were not really friends, just  acquaintances. I had met him at one of the local churches.

So I stopped to chat with him.

Poor Rex has been going through a really hard time. A few weeks back, his fiancée killed herself by taking prescription drugs, drinking vodka, and then soaking in the tub. She slipped under the water and never came up again. Rex had found her in the morning, and the horror of it has not yet left him. Now, weeks after the funeral and memorial services, Rex finds he is struggling to just keep going. He tells me of his emotions, anger at God for taking her so,…or was it really her time to go or not?, and the overwhelming grief that still hits him suddenly, whenever something reminds him of her.

After listening and paraphrasing the best I could, I told him that I thought that satan had something to do with it all, for I felt it was satan that got her to start drinking again. You see, his fiancée was an alcoholic that had just recently started drinking again. When Rex had asked her why she had started drinking again after so many years of sobriety, she told him that it wasn’t that big of a deal, and that it didn’t affect anyone else but her. (How wrong she was! She leaves behind several children who are left with lots of anger towards God. Her drinking ended up affecting a lot of people outside herself.)

He mentioned yet again of his strong emotions, and how they can be so overwhelming in their strength. “But that’s just the normal way of grieving, I guess.” He said.

Then I told him of a time when I had wanted to show my children how upset I was over something, so I had started to cry. Then I found I could not stop crying. I cried for the entire day, and finally I went to the Lord and He told me to cast out the demon of crying. I told him that I had felt silly doing so, but as soon as I did, I stopped crying. So yes, our emotions are real, yet satan can come in and up the ante and make them much stronger than they normally would be on their own.

I sensed he did not want to hear this, for he gave me an odd look and then changed the topic. (His response puzzled me, for I knew that he understood well about demons and how they can affect believer’s lives.) All I could do, was hope and pray that he would remember it the next time his grief overwhelmed him, and that he would follow the example and cast out the demon of grief in Jesus name.

After chatting for over a half an hour, I said goodbye to Dave and went back out to the car. I was about to just drive home, when the Lord stopped me, and told me that I had missed calls on my phone. So I checked my cell phone and found that I had missed two calls from my kids. Turns out that the dinner they were cooking (a new recipe one of my kids wanted to try,) had some things in it that my other boys and I can not have. So I asked the Lord what I should do, and He told me to go to a restaurant that I had not gone to in a while.

There I placed my order and waited for it to be cooked. The owner came out to say hello and talk with me. Turns out she no longer has a husband, and she still has her three young children and a restaurant to run. She asked me why she had not seen us in a while. I told her that we didn’t have that kind of money just yet. “But we soon will, I am sure. The Lord takes care of His own.”

“Sometimes” she tells me in a whisper, “I just have to tell my kids that we can not go out and do things, for we too do not have the money right now.”

At this point, I couldn’t help but wonder if the Lord wanted me to give her some money as well. But He told me no. “She just needed your business, and I gave it to her.”

After all this, I drove home, and ate dinner.

I was still sore from the doctor’s visit, and I had an odd feeling that satan was increasing my pain, so I went to one of my boys and asked him to bless me with the blessed olive oil. The moment the oil touched me, the pain went away. Thank you Jesus!

I then went to the computer to write this entry.

I must admit, this is not a typical day in my life. On this day, I was ‘in the zone’ with the Lord. Oh how wonderful it is when this happens!

I pray that you too, dear reader, will hear the voice of the Lord Jesus Christ within you, and that you be filled with His Holy Spirit…

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Matthew 6:26 Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are ye not much better than they?

Matthew 6:28-30 And why take ye thought for raiment? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin: And yet I say unto you, That even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. Wherefore, if God so clothe the grass of the field, which to day is, and to morrow is cast into the oven, shall he not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith?

Ephesians 5:18 – And be not drunk with wine, wherein is excess; but be filled with the Spirit;

1 Corinthians 12:13 – For by one Spirit are we all baptized into one body, whether [we be] Jews or Gentiles, whether [we be] bond or free; and have been all made to drink into one Spirit.

John 10:27 – My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me:

Matthew 10:28 – And fear not them which kill the body, but are not able to kill the soul: but rather fear him which is able to destroy both soul and body in hell.

Ephesians 6:11 – Put on the full armor of God, so that you will be able to stand firm against the schemes of the devil.

2 Timothy 2:26 – and they may come to their senses and escape from the snare of the devil, having been held captive by him to do his will.

John 10:10 – The thief cometh not, but for to steal, and to kill, and to destroy: I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly.

They Were Looking For Food

 

 

This is a dream that one of my younger children had,
About two months after the BP oil spill in the Gulf.
I have written it here, as it was described to me…

 
It is the Holly Days season again,
sometime in December.
I couldn’t tell what year it was,
But I sensed it was somewhere in America.

At first, it seemed like the usual Christmas holiday season
that rolls around every year,
with the holiday music blaring out their repeated tunes,
and the television adds pushing products
with the usual consumer commercialism,
but then I realized that something was very different.
There were still many shoppers out and about,
trying to find that perfect present for the people on their list,
but this year, THEY WERE LOOKING FOR FOOD. 

Yes, there was a few of the usual presents
that people usually give out to each other under the tinseled fir tree,
like toys for toddlers or the other usual pre-wrapped or boxed items,
but for the most part, (eighty percent?,) were hoping to buy special food.

Whatever they thought that person on their list would like to eat,
THAT was their purchase of choice.
It was whatever that person’s special favorite food was.

It didn’t matter if it was caviar, shrimp, or fillet minion,
or something as simple as macaroni and cheese;
whatever it took to make that person’s favorite dish,
that is what was being shopped for.

But they weren’t always finding it.

At first the items became more expensive,
In some cases prohibitively so, 
but then towards the end, they were almost impossible to find at any price.

Those that had the foods, didn’t want to sell them no matter what was offered,
for they were beginning to realize that all food was becoming more scarce,
and that they may need it themselves for survival.

The dream then formed like a movie clip,
with the camera focusing in on one random family all gathered together
eating their special holiday meals around the dining room table.
The younger members of the family were thankful
for the special foods that they had been given,
digging in with gusto and enjoying every bite,
but some of the older members of the family were still sad,
for they could still remember what previous holidays had been like,
and they had hoped to come closer to reliving them again.

The view then panned back out and the dream ended.

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