Age 13 I had my rapture dream. In my dream, my Mom and I were buying soil at a nursery just beyond the neighborhood I lived in at the time. We heard the trumpet sound and my Mom, joyfully, turned to me saying, “Did you hear it? It’s the trumpet! Let’s go!” I turned, worriedly,Continue reading “Rapture Dream”
I stopped reading and told the Spirit of God to leave because that was cheating.
And, God spoke to me saying, “This is what a true prophecy is like. Did you do anything to help?”
I am going to use alternating colors to try and help keep track of which dream I’m referring to as I go back and forth, since the dreams changed and effected the other dream.
On the day of my Grandpa’s funeral, I was 1,200 miles away in a garage painting his likeness from the one photo I had, which I later misplaced. It was a grainy photo taken some ten years previous outside my childhood home. I never got to know him, well. But my Grandpa had an infectiousContinue reading “And then this happens…”
I love watching the fading hues, one into another, and seeing the texture change the brick under the paint.
This little book by W.E.B. has travelled with me since high school. I love reading new descriptions of the gospel’s declaration of grace as a method to pleasing God. So often, I feel like I need to be better. What I need to be better at is sometimes told to me by society: health, physique,Continue reading “Trust in God…”