The Little Red Tractor

The day was sunny, few clouds in the sky. The woman stands looking out at the lush green trees and the path her husband had labored to make winding its way to the flowing creek at the back of their property.

They had made a small beach area next to the creek and carried a picnic table and benches and set them on the newly created beach for days just like this.

The woman thinks, “It’s a beautiful day. Maybe I’ll ride down and check things out.” She walks to the small shed where her small red tractor is stored and slowly opens the doors. She smiles when seeing the shiny tractor safely resting where she had left it.

Positioning herself on the black seat she fires up the engine and slowly backs out. She aims for the path and begins driving around the curves carefully and admiring the wild flowers growing in the shade of the dogwoods, oaks, and pine trees.

Approaching the last small curve she hears a shout, “Stop!” She slams on the brakes and sits looking around. She sees no one and putting the tracker back into gear she moves a few inches forward when “Stop” is shouted again.

She slams on the brakes. Twisting in her seat she looks about and see’s no one. She scratches her head and thinks, “I must be a mental case. Now I’m hearing voices,” and stomps on the accelerator arriving quickly at the beach.

An hour later she decides she’s had enough sun after lying on the table soaking up the rays. She boards her tractor and with no further ado heads back toward the house on the narrow path.

“Stop” is shouted once again as she approaches the same spot where it happened before. She slams on the brakes and suddenly a huge limb that was hanging directly above her comes crashing down. It lands just inches in front of her tractor missing hitting her. Had she gone just a few feet more the huge limb would have killed her.

“Holy cow!” she yells. Out of the corner of her eye she sees what appears to be an angel standing almost hidden within the trees. “Thank you” she shouts as the angel disappears.

There are some who say that if we hear God speaking to us that we are mentally ill. Then I confess, I’m proud to be “mentally ill”  and I thank God that He speaks to me and many others through His Word, through other people, through music, in an audible voice, and through His angels. He sent His angel and saved me.

(true story)

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What size box do you have God in?


Standing before a congregation in a small church in Wyoming I’m speaking about how the Lord brought me to this town. I hear a woman in the second row emphatically tell her neighbor, “God doesn’t do that!” This lady obviously has a particular size box that she has our Lord and Savior encased in.

So what size box do you have Him in? Is it that we have a particular size box for Him or that we are the ones that has placed our faith in Him in a box?

As a new Christian I found my box of faith was pretty small but the Lord was quick to begin tearing the sides off my box. He began by allowing me to hear His voice in an audible way. “My sheep will know My voice” John 10:27  At first I thought I was mentally ill because I kept hearing, “I love you. I am not like your earthy father.”

Then the visions began. I had a very close friend who was diagnosed with advanced breast cancer. After having a bone marrow transplant that failed she was transported in a very glorious and beautiful way to heaven. By opening my spiritual eyes the Lord allowed me to see my friend jettison to heaven. A beautiful purple light is swirling toward heaven. It races heaven bound followed by a pure white light that’s beside, mingling with, and swirling with the purple light. I know instinctively it’s my friend and I shout, “You go girl! The angels can’t even keep up with you!” I feel her joy. The phone call minutes later from her husband confirmed what I just witnessed.

“Open my eyes so that I will observe amazing things from your instruction.” Ps. 119:18 The Lord has opened my spiritual eyes to many things. A man in our church tries to commit suicide and dies. The Lord shows me this man streaking towards heaven, then standing and talking to Jesus. The only words I hear is, “It isn’t your time.” He’s revived and lives. At the very moment the Lord showed me this was the very moment this man died. It was confirmed by my pastor who was there with the man. I was also allowed to see my beloved husband cross the finish line into glory. (See my post, “Reaching the Finish Line”)

Oh yes, the Lord is opening my box wide. He’s tearing down the preconceived ideas of who He is and what He can and will do. A trip to hell rips the sides off my box big time. (See my post, “Been there-Not going back!”)

Over the years the Lord has taught me much through His Word, through speaking to me, through visions, mental snap shots and experiencing the miraculous. I have seen angels encamped around people. I have seen demonic camps over various churches or cities. Part of my ministry is delivering people from the demonic attachments that the Lord shows me. I have experienced and witnessed His healing, both physical and emotional.

The Lord has no box, we do!

During my healing process from growing up in an abusive home He showed me how my grandfather had dedicated any and all children my father would have to Satan. He walked me through all the prayers of repentance, forgiveness, and severing of those generational ties. I have been in God’s Heavenly court where God deemed me not guilty. (See my post “Taking Care of Legalities-True story.”)

He has shown me how witchcraft, Satan worship, and the generational sins, like attitudes and unbelief, of my past generations has affected me in my life. Sexual abuse was big in my past generations. Children were to be used for whatever perverted pleasures came to the men’s minds. A vision of a small girl being raped in a field. Bloodied and shattered she is left to die as the men walk away laughing. Many times I was left bloody and crying as my Dad walked away.

God has no box! We must be open to whatever He wants to do within us, through us, or for us. If we remain contained with a fixed attitude of what God can do or will not do we have confined ourselves in a box not made of cardboard but of steel.

There are many gifts the Lord has and wants to share with us. We must be willing to be His vessel so that He can let any and all gifts flow through us for whatever occasion or purpose He has. The gifts are His and we are His vessels He uses to enable His purposes to be fulfilled. He isn’t limited, we are – by our boxes.

Allow Him to rip the box you are in wide open and watch what happens.

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Blessings to you.

Hearing from God



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I feel a welling up inside my body.  It’s like a balloon being filled with air (no, it isn’t gas) kind of feeling, if I can even begin to relate to what a balloon must be feeling while being filled with air. My chest feels full, my heart beats a little faster and seems to expand just a little. Sounds kind of weird, doesn’t it? It isn’t weird at all. The Holy Spirit is upon me but how do I know that? Because I’ve experience it before and through obedience learned it is the Lord wanting to speak.

Some people might say, “I think God is speaking to me,” but how do they get that word from the Lord? Is it just a feeling? Is it a voice that speaks within the compounds of their head? Did they pick up the Bible and a verse seemed to jump up off the page?

We hear from God in a variety of ways. When I use the word “hear” I’m not talking about just hearing with our ears. It’s a term I use for covering a variety of ways that God speaks to us. One way He speaks to me is through sensing. What does that word mean, sensing? It’s that same thing I described at first. There’s a sensing within our spirit that takes the form of words. It’s God speaking to our spirit that is within us. It’s similar to what we describe as a “gut feeling” but it goes much deeper. It’s much like when we walk along and suddenly feel like someone is following us, for example. That’s a sensing within us that makes us stop and look around.

Another way the Lord speaks to me is with verbal auditory words. Sometimes they are whispered, sometimes stern, but usually He’s speaking to me just as though He’s standing in the room next to me like you and I might carry on a conversation. I literally hear Him speaking. Don’t ask me what His voice sounds like, I can’t describe it.

Another way He speaks is by guiding me to scripture in the Bible. He may say, “I want you to read….” and when I begin reading there will be a particular sentence or paragraph that He will stop me at or lead me back to over and over again. He’s telling me something in that sentence or paragraph and it’s up to me to ask what it is or discuss whatever it is with Him. In my case if I ignore it He’ll bug me (keep placing that scripture in my head over and over) until I face up to what it is He’s wanting me to know. God won’t be ignored for long. We can slam hands over our ears and shout la-la-la-la-la until we’re hoarse but eventually He will get our attention. One way or another!

He will also speak through other people to us and they don’t always have to be another Christian. If He can speak through a donkey (Num. 22:28) I think He’s quite capable of speaking through even non-believers. It sometimes amuses me because when that happens the non-believer looks as shocked as I do. But I recognize immediately that it was not the words of the non-believer so I listen. Be warned though, Satan definitely has a voice! We all must weigh what is being said with what God’s Word says and I suggest that everyone ask the Lord to give them His gift of discernment of good and evil. Just because someone opens their mouth and words come flowing out doesn’t mean they are from God. That includes preachers.

We all play a part in communicating with the Lord. I hear so many people say, “I don’t hear from God” or “God doesn’t speak to me.” My suggestion is, “Then you need to start listening.” God speaks to His children. He isn’t a mute God and He isn’t deaf either.

I think most of us feel deeply the words within songs. For me, an inspirational song can touch me more deeply than some sermons I’ve heard. Why?  Because the words and music is resonating with His Spirit within me. If we have confessed Jesus Christ as our Lord and Savior His Spirit dwells within us. Personally I think His Spirit really likes music. Especially the kind that brings glory to the Lord and magnifies Him. The Lord can also use music to speak to us.

There are so many ways Christ, through His Holy Spirit, speaks to us and I encourage all to open their spiritual ears and listen with your spirit what God is saying. He accepts us where we are, He will guide us in the direction He wants us to go, He will encourage us when we feel down or lost. He is the God of love and compassion, guidance, and yes discipline, but how do we truly know that if we have never experienced His love for us through Him speaking to us in whatever way He chooses to do so? We have to be open to Him in order for His words to penetrate the deepest part of us. A closed heart is incapable of receiving. And maybe that’s the problem why people say, “God doesn’t speak to me.”

Blessings to you and Happy New Year.