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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“O.k. Lord! My hands are full; take us up!”

If you have ever studied the topography of California,
You will note that in the center of it,
Lies a large flat area,
Surrounded mostly by mountains.
Whether you refer to it as California’s Bathtub,
Or simply as The Valley,
Know that it has been the focus
of many believer’s prophetic dreams and visions.
God is warning His people of what is to come,
So that none of His children there will be caught unawares.

Below is the testimony of a stranger
I once met in the ladies rest room at a Kmart
Located in the higher hills of California…

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It was a hot day in the spring
When I chanced to go to Kmart.

I entered into the rest room,
Relieved to find one of the two stalls open.

As I went in,
The other woman in the other stall came out.

She kept talking on and on
About how very hot it was,
And how hard it was
To go through menopause.

She was not content
To simply talk by herself.
She kept asking me questions
As if she was trying to draw me in to a conversation,

And I sensed it was O.K., and even good,
to respond to her. So I did.

I told her
That I had yet to face my own menopause,
But sensed it was close around the corner,
And that yes it was indeed
A very hot day.

There was something about
Her booming, compelling voice,
That urged my heart awake.

She claimed that Jesus
Was helping her through the worst of her symptoms,
And proclaimed His goodness for all in that room to hear.

This surprised me,
To encounter one so sure of the Christ,
Without us even having seen each other.

As I left the stall,
She was asking me if I believed in Jesus.
And as I looked straight into her eyes, I nodded my yes.

“Do you and your family live up here?”, she asked me.
She was talking so fast,
that it was hard to get a word in edgewise.
So I nodded my yes again.

“Oh! That is so good to hear!
I have just finished seeing my family move
Up into these mountains.
The last of my children and grandchildren
Have all moved up here.
My grandson just got his first job here at Kmart.”

I smiled, for I could see and hear
the pride, relief, and accomplishment
In her face and in her voice.

“Do you live up here with them?” I asked her.

I had figured this was why
she had prayed her family up here,
so they could be with her.

But I was wrong.

“Oh, no; I still live down in the valley…”

She must have seen the distress upon my face
when I heard that. Her words tore at me.
Hadn’t the Lord warned her about living in the valley?
Was God now wanting me to warn her?
Surely He would want His children
To know of the danger!

“But the valley is not a safe place!
A great destruction shall come upon it-”

“Ah yes!” She said, interrupting me with my concern,
“I know very well, that there will be a great earthquake,
And that the waters will come up and cover the land.
That is why I have moved all of my family up here
To this higher ground!”

“But what about you?!” I exclaimed.

“Oh honey, don’t worry about me!
I’ve already lived my life!
I’ll be ready when those waters come.
You see, as the waters will rise around me,
I’ll be grabbing a hold of as many people around me as I possibly can,
I’ll even grab them by their hair if I have to,
Before yelling, “O.K. Lord! My hands are full; take us up!”

“But what about your family?
Loosing you will hit them so hard…”

“Oh, they will be O.K..” she said on a sigh, before continuing.
“It’s those that are still left in the valley,
That I am now concerned for.
The Lord still has me working there for Him,
To bring as many to Him that I possibly can,
before the foreseen destruction falls upon it.”

“We need to pray for them,” she continued.
“And you be sure to keep your faith in the Lord!
Don’t let anything tear you away from Him, you hear?”

I nodded my yes again,
This time too choked up with tears to speak.

She then told me
That she had to be leaving,
For she was to meet her grandson for a celebratory dinner.

So I embraced her with a big hug,
And she returned it to me with her own,
And as she turned to walk out of the restroom,
She says just one more word to me
With a wave of her hand.

“Maranatha!”

Then she was gone.

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“And as it is appointed unto men once to die, but after this the judgment:” (Hebrews 9:27, KJV)

“For as in Adam all die, even so in Christ shall all be made alive.” (1 Corinthians 22, KJV)

“Do you think that I like to see wicked people die? says the Sovereign LORD. Of course not! I want them to turn from their wicked ways and live.” (Ezekiel 18:23 NLT)

“And he that reapeth receiveth wages, and gathereth fruit unto life eternal: that both he that soweth and he that reapeth may rejoice together.” (John 4:36, KJV)

“That whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have eternal life.” (John 3:15, KJV)

“Search the scriptures; for in them ye think ye have eternal life: and they are they which testify of me.” (John 5:39, KJV)

Know Him, = know life.
Here in this world,
And in the next…!

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What God Was Talking About

Dec. 5th, 2004

Now I know why God was warning me, with that dream about the 100 yellow ribbons around the old oak tree. He knew what would happen between me & my husband today.

It was the first day of my monthly, a day when I’m VERY emotional, and often irritable. And this day was no exception. I knew it, tried to stop it, but could not.

Then I see my husband, becoming care-less towards the kids and me, among other ‘usual’ struggles he fights during these times. We had our ‘usual words’, where I ‘suggest’ sleeping elsewhere, when I suddenly felt God descend upon me with a burst of sudden calm empathetic clarity, and I realized that this was what God was talking about. I had to love my husband, and open up my arms to him, when he starts to ‘’turn back’ to God, to us, and our family. He had begun to turn, but I kept on beating him up with my accusations and words. Condemning words. Words that DESPAIR loves to get from me & use against him. Patterns of pain learned from my parents and their dysfunctional marriage. Patterns over fifty years old.

I see the despair in him and I hate myself again, for giving Satan’s minion such tools of torture to use against him. When will I ever learn?

I get so angry then, full of self-hate, repeatedly wondering when WILL I ever change?! I LOVE this man! So why can I not seem to stop hurting him? I hear my God whisper Satan’s name to me, and I realize He’s right again; that it’s Satan who leads me into this valley to taunt me and use me for his gain and my loss. Yet again I ask; how long will this be so? When will I finally beat this tricksy deceiver back out of MY territory? When will I finally fight myself free of his bonds?

I then gave my husband my journal entry to read, about the one hundred yellow ribbons. I told him that he was my hero; the one who ties them all around that old oak tree in our front yard. After he gets done reading it, he clasps it in his fist, tucked under his pillow, and close to his heart. I ask him why he does this, and he tells me that he never thought of himself as my hero, and that it was so beautiful, he didn’t want to let it go.

After kissing him good night, and telling him that I love him,
I go and cry my eyes out.

Here I am, so afraid to tell him just how good he is to me, because I fear he’ll start to think so highly of himself, that one day he’ll say; “well, if I’m really that good, then why do I have to settle for someone like you?” And then he’ll leave me for someone else. Isn’t that awful? I’ve lived with this fear for as long as I’ve known him.

Which means he’s lived with it for that long, too.
I never really thought it affected him too much. But after seeing what he did with my journal entry tonight…

And I know, it all comes down to that faith thing; to simply decide to believe, that me and my husband, our marriage, will one day be strong, joyous, and one, and last till the day we die.

Funny… they never told me just how difficult this ‘faith thing’ was in any of my Catechism or Sunday school classes…

(Oh Lord, please help me…help me to love him like You love him…*)

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