Jesus is on His Way.. Are you Ready?

God has a purpose for everything... This whole deal with death has stirred my spirit. I know God intended for this tragedy to push me into a spiritual reality. Yes my uncle was sick and my grandfather was old, but life is gift that can be taken in an instant. It is not to be taken for granted and to be used wisely. We are getting ready to have a huge revival with a man who is very radical in his message. When I listened to part of his CD last night something snapped inside of my spirit. Something begin to rise up in me and his words began to breed a spiritual awakening in me. My prayers the last few weeks have been to wake up the church.. This spirit of casualness has to go. I feel it in my spirit and God has been talking to me and telling me, "Don't they know I will come like a thief in the night?" Tell my people I am coming. WAKE UP!!! God kept saying to me over and over. He meant for my spirit to wake up and rise up and to take His words to the city of Hollister and tell the lost He is coming. I know we have heard this all of our lives and we witness here and there, but there is an urgency in my heart to stop being casual about it. I feel like bursting out and preaching on the street corner and screaming from the top of my lungs, Get READY !!!! God is coming!!! It's time to stop being polite and politically correct. Someone has to get bold and tell it like it is. Our city is lost and going to hell. WE are the ones who are responsible to reach them before its too late. I am sometimes so distracted with keeping my own family saved I forget about the millions of those around me who are lost and need me to wake up and forget about myself and throw them a life line so to speak. I wish I could take the city by it's shoulders and shake it and say WAKE UP!!!!! Then I realize we, the church, has to wake up first and get it together and get prayed up and full of the Holy Ghost and then we can be sent out into this city and reach the lost and dying souls. I'm not a preacher but I sure wish I could preach this message burning in my soul today. Are you ready? Get Ready! God is coming and our city needs us to wake up and tell them Jesus is coming. We don't have time to waste. We have to pray like we never have. We have to fast like we never have. We have to sacrifice like we never have. To much given, much is required. God is sending Bro. Max Maddox to Hollister for a reason. It is our job to prepare the way for him. This is God sending this man to help us save our city. He will give us tools, but we have to be prepared to pay the price for OUR city. God gave us this city, now we have to take it by force...I am so fired up about this.. I cant wait to get to prayer to begin to intercede again for this city. To travail for the lost souls of this city. That is my position in this boot camp. Prayer warrior... Who wants to sign up????? I know I'm intense today, but I don't apologize. God has blessed me by waking me up and giving me a burning desire to win our city before its to late. The time we think we have is gone.....

Peace in the Midst..

Someone is praying for you.. Someone is praying for you.. When you feel your all alone and your heart might break in two.. Remember someone is praying for you..
That song is on my heart this morning. Someone must be praying for me. Thank you..
So many changes in such a small gap of time. During this time of loss, I have moved my daughter's school and her after school care. Yesterday the poor child was so traumatised. I felt terrible for her. I took her to her new school located right by my work and she was in tears. I was crying inside.
Her new teacher was all prepared for her. I called at 10:00 am she was fine. I went at lunch she was wonderful. My heart was so relieved. Those people at the school probably thought OMG here comes that mother again. I am firm believer in spot checking. lol Anyhow. Her teacher Mrs. Howell said " You were right she is everything you said and more!" "I love her." That teacher got an A+ from me.. :)
So all in all God worked everything out for the good.
I can take death and sorrow and whatever we have to go through in this life, but I have to know my daughter is safe and happy and well adjusted or I just cant deal. Thats what I cant take. My weakness I guess you could say.
God just smoothed it all out. He is so good to me. He knows with all that was going on I probably would of cracked if things went south with my daughters situations. He knows how much we can handle and I'm glad He steps in and takes over. I felt such a peace of God when I left that school. I knew everything was going to be fine. You have no idea what that meant to me. God did. Thank you Lord for bringing me peace in the midst of my storm. I needed it. Thank you to all who have been praying for me. I needed it. Love you all and God Bless..

Eternity means Everything....

I had a lot of time to think about how final death is over the weekend. I thought about my uncle who never believed God existed and even in the midst of his greatest struggle I would offer to pray for him and he would respond, "Please don't" Then I thought about how every day of his eternal life he would be reminded there was a God. I told my husband I could not imagine not believing in God. He has been so real to me and no matter what my uncle said I know he had moments of wonder about my God. I felt so grieved, not because we were so close, but because I know and understand his fate. I grieve for my aunt who does believe in God and lost her father and husband within minutes of each other. She would always ask me to pray in secret for my uncle because he wouldn't let us pray for him as he got sicker.
Then I thought about my grandpa and his sweetness. He would always give all of the grand kids $20 every time we saw him and every occasion he gave us a card with $40 or $50 bucks which was a lot 20 years ago! The tradition carried on with my child and the following generations. He was always kind to us. I never heard my grandfather yell or raise his voice at anyone. He would always cook for us when we came over and it was simply the best Filipino food I have ever tasted in my life. I still to this day crave his cooking. He had the greatest stories about his life and how he struggled and worked hard and reaped the benefits of his labor. I loved my grandpa. He would sing with my daughter "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine." He was 95 and in his old Filipino accent he would sing with her and they would smile together. It warmed my heart. He was so sensitive. My daughter adored him. Her "great" grandpa Bill...
Then I thought on Saturday night when I cried myself to sleep about Bro. Dansby's message. "Not good enough for heaven, but to good for hell"
That message was forever burned in my soul. He was Sis Nelson's dad and Pastor Nelson's pastor for many years. He preached about a man who was good in every way, but shunned the truth of Pentecost. I thought about my grandpa how good he was to everyone. Didn't drink or smoke or curse.He was a devout catholic. He would cry whenever I would pray for him., but he wasn't interested in My Jesus. It broke my heart to know he wasn't good enough for heaven, but without a shadow of a doubt he was and always will be to good for hell....