The past few weeks of information, disinformation and outright lies buzz around the airwaves bouncing off planets in the outer universe so much that I have been praying incessantly for truth. A couple of verses come to mind like “everything that is hidden will be laid bare” (Hebrews 4:13) and “you will know the truth…
Category: Reflections
My Vision of the Sword
Anne had spent the last few weeks studying Scriptures about the Bride of Messiah. She knew that all who received eternal life were given a robe washed in the blood of the Lamb, but she could sense there was something more to being the Bride.
My Dream of Yeshua
He placed his hand on my cheek so that I would look up at him I remember the softness of his hand was nothing like I had ever felt before. I put my hand over his and turned it to look at his scars – something I consciously wanted to do to make sure it was really him.
The Voice of Rushing Waters
A sound like rushing water entered the room from somewhere in the closet behind Anne and filled her ears. She turned to see what the noise might be because it sounded as though a water dam had burst and at any moment she would be swept away, but there was nothing visible, only a tumultuous deafening sound. The rushing water muted everything else with its thunderous roar.