Sunday, January 29, 2017

Thy Faith Hath Made Thee Whole, Rejoice!

  Do You Know Where Your Bible Is?

-God Has Turn His Back, 1986, Only Jesus Is Left, Day One Hundred and sixty-two 01/29 of the "week," prophecy 08/18, a week prior to the Syrian Truce, 08/25, the countdown to resurrection and Daniel's week, see Dan. 9:27, see also,

-Righteously Dividing The Enemy

     -Like Watching Noah's Ark, "Mark 17 and 7," like the days of Noah, Jesus, Mat. 24, and there was silence in heaven, Rev. 8:1, my prayer closet 1993, my people perish, GOH, Apb


    -A Voice Declaring: "Kill all parents by, I pause here as I don't remember clearly the date, 2015 is past, we're in 09/21 of 2016, with something in the form of an ELE US soil, by Oct. 2017, this way coming, beware, Apb, see also

     -Made to see stampeding people my street, as they're to react to either an EMP or CME, attack, explosion, 12/19/2016, local electrical company incapable, made completely helpless.., people of all ethnicity made immobile, just start walking further south eastward, Apb ,

The Triple Threat, Trump, Mountains, Bunkers, Alex Jones, Fall On Us, Hide Us

   -Last Sunday doing bible study, while the lesson was about what a Mighty God we serve, how everything phenomena regarding nature, the heavenly bodies, was created by Him, for both His and our, the creation exhortation. Then I asked a question, what had unknowingly become my husband and I signature scripture, Psalm 23, I asked the class, why did King David say the Lord is my Shepherd? The room drew silent, and soon, the reminder, because He can move mountains, lead us through the valley, hide us from the rain, yes, yes, all of the above and beyond all things extraordinary. Only King David wasn't just thanking God for shepherding his amazing life stresses and triumphs, King David was exhorting God on high for shepherding his death and dying.
     -We, all mankind, of every nation, kingdom, tribe, tongue and people being the lineage of Adam have a death and dying, and it is shepherd either by the god of this world, to their eternal doom, or the God of heaven, this last Adam, along an heir-ship with Christ which never expires. I have told you or testified how my husband I, I mean I didn't realize it then, it was all so heartily spiritual and Jesus' headed, but phenomenally, he and I spend about 90% of his death and dying praising and magnifying God on high. If you think you didn't hear right, doing what should have been our darkest days, hours and seconds most fearful and terrifying, we instead exalted our God on high by some of the most anointed spiritual music allowed.
     Possibly why I tell people lately, when your prayers always turn to praise, then you know you're walking and abiding in a Christ like faith. I told you we at times worshiped God so gloriously his assigned nurse, to be so close to holy spirit anointing, she would set up her medical cart in his hospital room. There is only one good shepherd on this planet and doing the last park day this loving grand father would have with his grandchildren. That's while he was his sickest, for reasons I didn't understand then, holy spirits were reminding me of King David 23rd psalm, this praise and magnification of God all while dying, because unknowingly. we were doing the same thing? It was the lyric, "he prepare a table before us in the present of your enemies," (critics), and being a born again Christian, all think they are our enemy until they're lead to Christ equally. This blessed table meaning trials and tribulation we're going to have, how we deal, and what we do with them, become our just as the servant Job test to testimony.
     -Remember, Jesus said those born again are like the wind, having a form of mystery about them, oddly this one night I awaken from sleep with the lament, "it is melted into the midst of my bowels," like days before I would suffer grand mal seizures, his room, my own. It was in my head, just going on and on, somewhat familiar yes, but what it was, even what it meant, just not clear enough and you hear Jesus lament, "my god, my god why have you forsaken me, is the heart's private session you see. There are scientific rumors that the horrors of Jesus' death and dying, that His heart burst wide open, how this is why he bled both water and blood once He was stabbed in His Side. Then it make sense, the rest of that weird chant going on and on inside me, these mammoth trials you see, soon realizing. what was so familiar about it, cleverly, sorrowfully it take us back a Psalm, to chapter 22, and what is said, is Jesus' mourns from the Cross.
      -How it is there, at one time he says, and I repeat, "my heart is like wax, it is melted into the midst of my bowels," that is exactly what a blessed savior, heart bursting open would feel and cry aloud. You see, while my husband and I were spending again what should've been our darkest hours, panic and regret, even cursing at Him, them, instead having entered into wonderful, beyond loveliness praise. I, or we, who didn't realize the odd thing we were doing, nor would you, so we never could've considered heavens throne response to such glory. That the chant I was hearing in my head, was their own lament toward what to them had to be this extraordinary faithfulness, even Jesus peering skyward lamenting, Father glorify thy son, suffering, dying for the sins of others, this indescribably in love.
     -That even once I brought him home, I slept every night, with my praying hand over his sorely panic heart, taking every opportunity that God return him whole, that the bones He'd broken, rejoice all the more. Hence God's Throne reaction to all this indescribable magnificence, was with such sentimentality identical to Christ that horrid, wonderful cross, now say it with me, "our, (Heaven's Throne), heart is like wax, it is melted into the midst of our bowels,(long-suffering). Thus a weeping sorely behind a silence in heaven, Heavenly Father, that His People were perishing and no man lay it to heart, that merciful men were being lost. Thus, if the righteous are barely spared, where shall the ungodly and unrighteous appear? "Weep not," Father, behold the Lion of the tribe of Judah, the Son of David, our Blessed Savior, hath prevailed!
     -Blessed only are the dead that die in Jesus Christ, says the Revelations of God, ironically it was the message my husband was ministering to his co-workers, and now before them all, he was faithfully practicing what he'd preached to them. Yes, Father David, the Lord is our shepherd, He can move mountains, lead us through the valley, hide us from the rain, being a God of war, He has triumph gloriously, Hallelujah! As my husband was taking his last, faint breaths, and I was desperately painting oily, healing crosses on his forehead, taking not one second, this opportunity of healing for granted. This was all while the song 'we are standing on holy ground,' played in the distant. The last thing I said to him, ah, the miracle here, my husband was getting away to Jesus, it is a rare thing most blessed, to die in Jesus, only a few does this, Jesus Himself said, and like the lyrics in that amazing song, see here,,  there were Angels all around, these divine assistant.
     -Just as so what I said, and I will never, never for it, is and I quote, was, "you are ascended," and without taking another breath, he did, so is this what Be, Be and Ce Ce Winans meant, when they sing, I'll take you there, or Tameka Mann, take me to the king or my favorite, Tasha Cob, for your glory? Thus, in our greatest of trying times yet, let us not forget, King David also cried, the Lord is our Shepherd, a table before us, let us not regret it, neglect it, because once our time is out, and our eyes close here, miraculously, unimaginably, they open to Elohim. Now, I tell you, like my brethren apostles prior, eyes hath not seen, nor ears heard, neither hath it entered into the hearts of man, the things God hath prepared for those who love (serve), Him. Surely, enter into His Gates with thanks giving and into His Courts with praise, be thankful unto Him and bless His Name, for the Lord is good, His Mercies everlasting, and His Truth endureth unto all generations, without ceasing, let everything that hath breath praise His Holy Name. Amen, Apb, The RAM, see more here, and here, www,