Escaping The Forest Fire

THANK YOU VERY MUCH TO THOSE WHO PRAYED FOR US!!! I could feel those prayers comforting me, as we waited for news concerning our home. And yes, the waiting really is the hardest part. Even those we have spoken to, who have lost everything, say that not knowing if they had a home to return to or not, was the most difficult thing they ever had to go through. Once they knew, they could begin making plans. But until then, they felt stuck.

First off, some of my kids and I, had been getting odd dizzy spells every now and then, several weeks before the fire. They felt very similar to what we had experienced leading up to 9-11. We knew then that there was something building, something happening that was not good. But we had no idea what it would be, or where it would hit.

Four weeks ago, one of my kids, (the one who can see so easily into the unseen world,) had several days of bad dreams. Every night he would dream of a great fire that overtook the land. These dreams so upset him, that he refused to share them with anyone. He just kept hoping that nothing would ever come of them. I have had to deal with resentment and disappointment (yes, both are demons,) towards this boy of mine, because he had withheld these dreams from us. Had I known before hand of his dreams, I would have responded much differently to the call of alarm.

On that fateful day, I was out taking care of some business, when one of my boys called me. “Mom,” he said, “there’s a fire near by; please come home!”

The clerk at the store where I had just arrived, overheard my son’s impassioned plea. “Oh, you don’t have to worry about that!” she exclaimed. “That’s way too far away from you guys to affect you!”

But I told my son right in front of her so she could hear, “start saying psalm 91 out loud. Claim that the wind would change direction and that it would pull the fire away from us. I’m on my way.”

I didn’t think at the time, that the fire was a big deal; many times before the firemen would go and put out the fire and nothing would ever really come of it. But just in case, I had him start claiming. I also sensed that it was good for me to be home, even if it was just to give emotional support to my boys.

So despite the scoffing of the clerk, (who thought I was totally over-reacting,) I left the place without concluding my business, and drove back home.

When I got there, my kids pulled me out onto the deck to see the fire. It was over a hundred degrees outside, and I was still hot from my travel. I looked at the fire, and was unimpressed. It looked quite small from where I was standing. It reminded me of someone’s campfire that had just gotten a bit out of control. I figured the firemen would put it out soon. Little did I know, that our view was blocked by many trees and buildings. It was way bigger than what I had thought, and it was coming straight at us.

Another one of my boys seemed to grasp the severity of the situation. He stood out there in that sweltering heat, praying and rebuking the fire. The wind was blowing in his face from the direction that it usually does this time of year. It was the same direction that the fire was going. He held out his hand like a stop signal, and began to claim in the name of Jesus (using John 15:7-8, and John 16:23-24,) that the wind would shift and move the fire away from our home.

Suddenly the ground shook as from a mighty explosion, (I think the fire had hit a bunch of propane tanks not too far from us,) one of my kids yelled out from the shock of it, and then the fire roared to life, and raced upwards and forward towards us.

Then the electricity line went and we lost power.

Now we could see more of the fire, and we could feel the intense heat radiating from it. The sound of the fire roaring is one I will not soon forget. It rose like a fiend, all orange flames licking upwards, several stories high, curling and disappearing into high black waves of smoke.

One of my older boys took off in one of the cars, to see if the firemen needed any help in fighting the fire.

I went and got changed into something cooler, for I knew it would be a while before the power came back on.

My kids said they could hear voices up the road. One of my kids felt from the Lord Jesus to go investigate. He found a group of people up at the far corner of our property, discussing the fire. A fireman ran up to the group just then, and told them that it was time for everyone to evacuate.

My son ran back home and came and told me. I ran downstairs where my husband was having his on-line meeting, and tried to get his attention. I could tell he was really mad at me for interrupting him, (I do not know why; none of us had ever interrupted him before. Hind sight tells me it must have been a demonic attack,) but I waited (wasting precious moments,) till he turned to me. I said with one breath “THE FIRE HAS INCREASED WERE EVACUATING.”

I didn’t wait for his response, but turned to run back upstairs. The boy who had given me the warning, yelled at me as I was running. “What do we do?” he wailed. His voice was filled with panic.

My heart gave a big hard thump in its chest. “Pack!”

“Noooo!” he cried, and began to hit panic big time. He could not think; all he did was stand there and scream.

I thought it was odd that this child should react in such a way, and it was making any form of thinking for me impossible. As a mamma, you simply can’t think clearly with your child screaming as if a body part was being torn off of them. Little did I know at the time, that this was the child who had all the nightmares of the fire just weeks before, so for him, he was watching his nightmares come true.

I stopped my packing, got the blessing oil, blessed him and cast the demon of panic out. He then stopped yelling and was able to go pack.

I grabbed my overnight bag, (the luggage was up in the attic,) and grabbed a fist full of underwear, some tops and some bottoms, shoved them into the bag, and then paused.

I looked around the room in bewilderment, my feet glued to the floor. What do you take, when given only a few moments to pack? Your mind simply blanks. I stood there, frozen. There was so much stuff that I was looking at, that I suddenly realized simply did not matter. How was I supposed to sort through all the things to find the stuff that did?

Into this confusion came the Lord’s voice. “Camping,” He said.

So just as if I was getting ready to go camping, I started gathering up more stuff. I ran into the bathroom to gather up some vitamins, and I felt the Lord ask me, “Do you really believe in Me, that I will save your house?”

I knew what He was asking. He wanted to know if I really believed that He would grant me my request that I had claimed, according to the scriptures, or if I was just mouthing the words. I thought about it for a moment, and realized that I did believe. “Yes,” I replied firmly. “I do.”

“Thus others homes are saved also.”

I didn’t give what He said just then much thought, I was trying to gather as much stuff into the little overnight bag that I could. The computer and its power cord, crackers to eat, a bible, shoes, my children’s text books-

And then came the cry from my husband. “Come on! Stop packing; we have to go now!” He loaded up my stuff into the car along with his, and some bags from the kids, and then told me to take the car and leave, and meet him at a parking lot a good distance away.

On my way out, I unlocked the chicken coops, figuring this way they had more of a chance to  escape the fire if need be, and then ran to the car. I started to drive off, and found that my oldest (the one who had gone to see if the firemen needed his help but was told no,) was already in the car in front of me. But we were stopped at the edge of our drive way. Cars weren’t moving. Those in the cars ahead of us, had stopped to talk to someone else, causing everyone else to get backed up. We sat there, with the fire raging up behind us, and satan tried to get me to panic, but I shook it away. “The Lord is with us,” I said out loud to him with scorn, “we will not be touched!”

Finally, after what felt like forever, the cars began to move. We finally met up with everyone else. I knew I had the most important things now with me; all of my family had escaped. We had all the animals except the chickens. (I have way too many chickens to just quickly load up in a car.)

Others from our subdivision were also there. There were firefighters that went from person to person, asking them where their house was, and then declaring whether or not their house was standing. One of them seen us, and said “Oh! You live on THAT street! Your house is toast, man.”

My kids walked away from them, and claimed under their breath, that our house WILL be saved, for we were claiming it in the name of Jesus. One of my boys came and told me, that he had just heard from Jesus, and Jesus had told him that our house will be safe. This son told me, that no matter what, WE MUST NOT DOUBT.

Everyone watched as the fire grew larger and closer. At this point, it was incredibly huge, enveloping many, many blocks, and the sky was just glowing and pulsating with orange and black heat. One of my boys couldn’t take it any more, and asked to go to his friend’s house. They were offering shelter for us there. My husband told me to go with them. I told him no, and that I would not leave him. (The last thing I wanted to happen in this mess, is to get separated from him!) But he told me he wanted to stay to see what was happening, and that he would follow me later, so I went.

As I followed my son and his friend in my car, I found that my legs and arms began to shake, and my stomach felt like it was about to toss all its cookies out the window. So I started claiming in the name of Jesus that I could still drive and that I would not throw up.

I then wondered if we should try to find a hotel to stay in, instead of staying at my son’s friend’s house, but I sensed it was too late, for we were already on our way.

The shock of it all was still hitting me, so I started claiming again, and quoting the scriptures that say:

If you live in Me

And My Words live in you,

You may ask Me for anything in My name,

AND YOU WILL RECEIVE IT

In order to give glory to the Father,

And in order that your joy would be full!

(John 15:7-8 and John 16:23-24)

I then praised the Lord, and told him how great He is; that nothing can compare to His glory. I thanked Him for saving us.

Then I spoke in tongues, not knowing what else to say, and wishing that there was some way that I could praise him better. (Remembering scripture at this point, was difficult.)

It was then that the Lord told me to put the radio on.

I thought this odd, for I wasn’t in the mood to sort through or listen to any music. But I obeyed, and found that somehow, the radio was tuned into some kind of bible hour program that I had never heard of before. (For that matter, I had never heard of the station before either.) They were working through the psalms. The voice read the Word of God over the radio, and then I repeated it out loud.

Some of them I shouted out loud, and raised my hand in claiming, others I simply said “Amen!”. For it was coming so fast at me, that I could not repeat it quickly enough, before they would speak the next one. I cried with joy, at the precious Words that I was fed.

When the bible hour was over, I turned off the radio, and began to speak in tongues. I simply didn’t know what to pray for; I was still in shock.

When we finally got there, I had to be helped in; my legs were threatening to give out beneath me. I thanked those we were staying with, for their generosity in letting us stay. My son’s friend said that he had some other friends that also wanted to help us out, and that the rest of us could be divvied up between them. (Our family is too big to simply stay at one place.) So our family separated up, and went to go stay with the others.

When my husband returned, he was not able to give us any news; the firemen were still there fighting the fire, and the road was now blocked off, so he was unable to get back home to see if our house still stood.

He got a call from one of his friends, offering to put us up for the duration of our need. We talked about it, but I heard the Lord Jesus quite clearly say to me, “Do not go from house to house!”, so we stayed where we were.

 

TO BE CONTINUED…

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.