The Little Red Wagon

No one likes to wait. We all struggle with time and waiting. Time moves slowly when we need an answer to something. Everyone knows it takes 9 months for a baby to be born. Those 9 months can feel like forever to the expecting parents and family. We never lose the hope of delivery. The joy when the child finally arrives is like none that can be explained. Much in the same way, if a child is born prematurely there is fear and extra time needed for the child to be strong and healthy to go home. It can be the same with prayers and waiting for God to move. Timing and maturity can make all the difference in how the answer helps or hinders. Just as we cannot rush the natural process, we cannot rush God’s. Time cannot be rushed. There’s shifting and shaking taking place, it’s here but there’s more to come. We wait expectantly and for some unsure about the next move. The only way we will be standing and remain secure through it all is to spend time with Him. The word says Taste and see ...

  He had every reason to dislike Christmas. Times were different; a different time and place, a different era. The culture was different. Holidays and celebrations were something others did. Something other people took part in. Life was tough. Hard. The luxury of a day off was not something these mountain people could afford to take. Who was this man called Santa? He had heard about him in fleeting ways; in the brief short times he could attend school. Christmas pageants and baked goods. Dreams and tales of Christmas candies, banquets, and feasts, with unending presents. These were just some of the tall tales and stories he had heard. Why hadn't Santa ever brought him something? Where was this Santa when he was working so hard? There would not be a tree or decorations, and no candies or gifts would be strewn throughout the house. He tried so very hard to be good, but this Santa never came to his house. He made it to other houses. He made it to houses where the kids weren't quit...

I’m not sure where the story begins. Maybe it started when my mom was born, or when my parents met. By that same token, the ending isn’t an ending, it’s a beginning.  Most everyone thinks their parents are the best. Mine truly were. I didn’t know how special or unique they were until my dad died. I just thought that all families were like ours, at least to a degree. I knew there were differences, but yet in my innocence or maybe my ignorance, I thought all parents were great. I just thought all daddies were like mine. It wasn’t until I was almost 50 when a childhood friend said to me, “Not all dads were like yours”, that I put any thought into the differences with my parents.  It was an eye-opening conversation. (I wasn’t naive, I knew kids were abused and such. I knew there were differences in families and parents, but I never thought about my dad or mom being special to other people) My dad has been gone for over 12 years now and people still talk about him like they just ta...

On the night that Jesus was born, there were no earthly celebrations, no text messages, phone calls, Tweets, or FaceTime, and Joseph didn’t post “He’s here” on Instagram. While the heavenly hosts sang and proclaimed His birth, the people of the earth did not acknowledge or even understand what His birth meant to mankind. The Savior of the world had been born. Born in a humble stable, God became flesh. “In this, the love of God was made manifest among us, that God sent his only Son into the world so that we might live through him”. 1 John 4:9  It’s tempting to try to find our joy within the celebrations and traditions of Christmas rather than in God himself. We need to come to a place where we love Christmas...just because it's Christmas...The birth of our Savior....nothing else...no expectations for the perfect day or present... The perfect present was already given and we can never top that. This is the real meaning of Christmas.  It's not about the holiday...

Recalibration is at hand. Do not look back. Do not mourn for the days of old or for how it used to be. Keep your eyes and heart focused ahead. While it’s good to remember the past and where you came from and what I have done for you. Your moments and memorials are just that - places of remembrance. But do not camp there. Do not long for how it used to be. While I stay the same, you do not. For I am doing a new thing and in order for you to move with me and walk in my ways you must be willing and workable to the new seasons. The new moves that I am bringing to the earth. My fresh wave of power anointing is here and will continue to come. I will continue to pour my spirit out over this nation and the globe. But you must look to the future. Leave the past in the past and move with me. When I say move, you must be willing to move. For I am moving and I am looking for the dreamers. For those that can look ahead and see my glory falling. For those that will forge ahead and prepare the path. ...

I hear a sound. Can you hear the sound? The rumbling in the distance. The sound of my warrior angels preparing for battle. The sound of the battle heating up The moving and positioning of the army solider. The warriors are armored up and battle ready. The warrior angels are trained and ready to be deployed. There is a sound. A war cry coming from the land. The sound, the sound, hear the sound. The battle cry has been released. The call to march has been issued. The sound has gone forth and the soldiers have heeded the call and are standing ready to march and engage. The sound always proceeds the move. Can you hear it? The warriors are ready and in position. The time is now to fight. The time is now to advance. We must engage in the battle. Enter in and fight as you have been trained. The coming days will be the greatest in this battle. The tide will turn, but my people must stay engaged. Eyes and ears focused on the sound. As the war cry, the battle cry roar is released it will be hear...

As I have prayed for the Million Women event in DC tomorrow, today October 11, 2024 I speak and prophesy this over the gathering and movement going forward. The Lord God says Do it again. Now is not the time to rest. Engage in the battle. Keep the momentum. Though you may be weary and tired - know this - That is physical weariness. But I give you supernatural spiritual energy and strength. Your rest comes from me. We have called the Esther’s, but now we call the Deborah’s. The warriors who will take this to the next level. Who will battle and war and will see Victory. You must not lose this momentum or energy. For I have caused the warriors to be awakened. They are ready. The atmosphere has been charged and readied. My warrior angels stand at attention for battle. Rise up O Deborah’s! For the day is here. Your day of battle, of war, and of victory. Do not back down. Rest and strength will come from me. Rise up O Deborah’s. Fight and you shall see victory!! *** I can see another nationa...

Scammers and fraud. This entire scam thing was unsettling for me. I believe this is a warning to a greater level regarding being deceived. We must guard our hearts and minds against these things. The days ahead are going to be trying and we must remain diligent in being aware and not deceived. Even in everyday regular things, we must remain aware. I find the timing and attack on all of this to be extremely interesting. I had felt impressed to sow into a ministry, but had actually been slow in doing it. The dollar amount that I knew I was supposed to give, is the exact dollar amount the enemy scammers tried to steal from me. Had they been successful in stealing from me they would have stolen from that ministry. Sometimes we cheat on God in our hearts and drag our feet. We try to reason or bargain our way around. And in doing so we open the door for the enemy to come in and steal from us and the kingdom. Does God need your money? No. But he desires, even commands your obedience. The obed...