The older you get, the smarter your parents get.

Remember when you knew it all? If you're still denying Jesus, you're still walking around thinking you know it all. Not much difference. The question is, will you live long enough to realize that you don't know it all or will you go to your grave, still convinced?

And you would still deny Him?

The prophecies of the Bible, still unfold before our eyes. Next comes famine. The entire world is about to experience depression, all at once, all over the world, for the first time in history.

When it comes, will you still say it's bunk, not true, a bunch of fairy tales? And when the coming one world order, finally takes form, before your very eyes, will you still not believe? Will you still deny Him?

Knowing the prophecies are coming true, doesn't get your attention? What's it going to take? Rampant disease? It's coming. Crops dying in the field? It's coming. Even to you.

Neighbor against neighbor, nation against nation, 1/4 of the world's population wiped out. Will you believe then?

How about when earthquakes shake the foundation of even Arizona? Will that get your attention? Volcanoes coming back to life, even in the U.S.. Will you continue to look to science? Science can only tell you what's happening or what has happened, it won't tell you what's coming, especially when it's impossible for it to happen. It's all coming. Will you still deny Him?

Freedom?

Talking to the citizens of the U.S.
I already know that my peers, 60+ are very aware that what the U.S. used to be, is no longer. So my message is to the young, those who have never known anything else.

Just for the sake of information and blatant, outright truth, this is no longer a free country. As a matter of fact, some years ago we began the conversion into communism and are on the brink of becoming our deadliest enemy, right now. That enemy has always been communism.

Taxation without representation, was the first to present itself. Our constitution, is explicitly against this and yet it exists today and nobody seems to notice. Go ahead-argue with me about it but first, tell me when the government contacted you to get your permission to spend your tax dollars on any particular bridge, or any new organization that didn't exist 50 years ago. Isn't that your money? Do you honestly think that you OWE the IRS? You don't OWE anything to the government, but the government, without asking the citizens, passed new conceived laws to make is lawful to hold you accountable to taxes. This in the face of our constitution.

Next came the freedom of religion. There is no such thing today. Not only are we told to get God out of the 'government owned schools', but have been forced to let the government introduce our children to any other religion but Christianity. Now tell me, the 'public schools' which happen to actually be 'government schools', have anything to do with the parents. They don't.  Teachers still carry on a reasonable facximile of days gone by, of including the parents but the fact is the schools make decisions concerning your children, behind your back and without your permission. Your children are graded on things, outside your idea of what the school corriculum truly is.

When a government is big enough to give you things, paid for by others, it's big enough to take it all away. That government is communist. That's where we're not only headed, but more than half way there.

We've been told that we don't have the sense to shop for and buy medical insurance. We've been told we don't have the sense to chose a doctor. We've been told that we can't be trusted with guns. We've been told that we can work  7 days a week, only to give the pay from 3 of those days to the government so that it can bail out idiots who buy houses they can't afford. That's communism.

The wise, who work hard and live within their means are the present day idiots. The unwise, who dream their jobs are permanent and who believe they deserve those raises and paid vacations, live on credit they can't afford. When they default, somebody comes along and hands them our money so they can keep on believing the world owes them a living on a platter.

Does anyone realize the middle class, working man, works for 3 months out of the year for free? As far as I'm concerned, that's robbery but the thieves wrote laws to cover their actions, which means we can't do anything about it, short of another civil war. Wasn't that what the first civil war was all about? Wasn't that why we warred against England? Are we so stupid, we spit on the graves of those who fought and won our freedom, by simply giving it back without so much as a whimper?

Does anybody see that the U.S. is no longer a free country?

So! Obama is our president

You know....I already had a feeling it was time for a president like him. It seemed to me, when Clinton was voted in, that half of my country had become so lazy and brainwashed, they voted in a con-man while starring the truth in the face. How gullible could so many people be?

I forgave myself, right then and there, for having lost an entire business to a con-man. Certainly, here was proof I wasn't the dummest human being alive.

At the same time, it was so obvious to me, that it was that time in history. Time to slowly begin the brain washing, it would take to someday cause masses,all over the world, to fall for the promises of the anti-christ. I mean, isn't that the way the devil works? Slowly twisting the truth until the lie is now the truth?

I had mixed emotions about the whole thing. I knew this country was in for some unusual problems, now that a con-man was in the White House. (a thief in the safe?)

Then 9-11 happened and I stood in the livingroom, stunned, while I watched yet another plane, plow into one of the towers. I thought, "the clock has begun to tick".

I've waited and watched to see what the next signal would be. This morning, I saw it. Not just a con-man but an outright, obvious liar is now our president. Pretty slick, satan.

Somehow, I picture a 4 year old sitting at that big desk, dreaming up all sorts of wonderful candy and games for all his friends. It doesn't matter that there is no money in the piggy bank. His wildest dreams, are enough to see this thing through. Right?

So....ok... I accept it for what it is. Another giant step towards Armagedon.

Come on, Lord. Maranatha!

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Moving On

Through a series of dreams, mostly my daughter's, we were compelled to move from Arizona to Arkansas.
It has been a miserable transition, and for awhile, we couldn't see the reasons for our being here. Since the move, we've seen some of the purpose, I'm sure there's more.

Now, homesick, we plan to return to our beloved desert blooms and rock formations.

Only after seriously making some plans, did my daughter begin to remember some of her old dreams. Not that they were forgotten, but the time wasn't right for their fruition.

One dream, in particular, involved scenes that included a neighborhood in Show Low, AZ, her driving a black SUV and a wedding ring on her finger. At the time of the dream, none of these things were remotely in the real time picture.

She being long time divorced, had no plans to marry. We did not own a black SUV. It was true, at the time, that we desired to live there.

I purchased a black SUV, 2 days ago and my daughter is now planning to marry. To top that, we are planning to return to AZ, just wasn't sure exactly where. Now, having remembered the dream, we know exactly where, right down to the neighborhood.

What was the purpose in our moving to Arkansas, in the first place? I think I might have a handle on it but I'm still not sure I see the whole picture.

One: my daughter needed to meet her future husband.
Two: there is a mighty message I needed to deliver to my present day employer.
Three: There were some drastic changes that needed to be made with the childrens ministry, in the church we now attend. My daughter has become involved in that ministry and is making these changes.
Aside from that, I'm not sure. It's true, we've met people we would never have known about.

Would the Lord, still today, send a prophet from afar just to deliver a message? You bet! Does it still happen today? Yes, especially today.

The church is being aligned with God's will. There is a great sifting going on, among the believers, right now. The wheat is being separated from the chaff, as we speak.

It actually began in the 80's but the tempo is intensifying. Readying the church for what is to come next.

There will be a great lie. We've been referring to it as the 'Big Lie'. This lie will shake the foundation of the church. That's when the dreamers are to stand up and deliver the message.

Some will tremble, some will be relieved, some will be renewed and some will revile us. We are being prepared for all of it.

Look up, brethren. The Lord draweth nigh.

God's Little Army-The Dreamers

In late 2001, after a lifetime of living with the prophetic dreams, I made a wonderful discovery. I wasn't alone.
Making connections with the other prophetic dreamers, brought each of us to the realization that there was a purpose for what we were experiencing. For the first time in our lives, we were discovering our mission in life-prophecy.
I can't remember, off hand, but one of the girls found a reference to our existence, in the OT. I believe it was in Proverbs-I'd have to go back and see that reference again, to be able to share it here. It was something to the affect of a secret army, in the last days.

Of course, reading it, in our minds this would refer to a real life army of soldiers, ready for battle but in fact, it refers to a secret, silent army of prayer warriors being lead by the Holy Spirit.

Being that this whole subject is so related to the occult, we had each lived this part of our lives in secret. Our Christian brothers and sisters would freak. We knew this, of course, our being Christian ourselves, knew exactly how our brethren would take this news.

What's more, we first met on someone else's message board, when one of the girls posted a dream and I interpreted it. We all wound up banned from that board. Why we had thought the day had finally arrived, when this would be accepted among the brethren, I have no idea. Foolishness, for sure.

We united, built a board of our own and began to learn more about each other and how parallel our lives had been. For us, this was a great revelation and a comfort that we were not alone.

We soon discovered that God's little army of dreamers, is scattered throughout the world. Most of those I've discovered, are in the U.S. but we also are in the middle east, China, the Netherlands, etc.

The dreams, for each of us, had evolved into a solid connection with the Holy Spirit, and His messages for both our personal lives and universal messages for the church. Of course, the church is not ready to hear about it.

Through these dreams, the Lord leads us in the way that we should go and also, through the dreams, we see what's coming next. We also receive messages concerning the U.S. government. Not that we are to actually do anything about the wrong's we see coming but we are to pray for these things and simply be aware, as very soon these thing's we will see in our very own government, would freak the average citizen and certainly the Christian.

Truly, this is the last generation.The stories to back up that belief are too numerous to mention in a blog. These stories unfolded over time on our board.

I can tell you this: there is a little army, it was mentioned once in the OT,it is a little army being prepared for a mighty message to be delivered at the right time and place, and each dreamer is living out a life guided by the Holy Spirit(although most times we are left in the dark, as to exactly when and what).Definitely a faith driven life.

Next, I will share some of the dreams presented to myself and my grown daughter, that has lead us on journeys.

Watching

I've heard the scoffers and was warned about them, by Jesus, in the Bible. It's no surprise, to me, that very few people believe that we are living in the last days.

I was just 8, when the Lord called me with a loud voice. That's not what I'm here to talk about though.

It was about that time, I remember a sermon, preached on Sunday morning. Since I was just a child, and seldom paid any attention to what the pastor was talking about, I remember scantly, what he mentioned, that got my attention. It was something about 'those days' and one of the signs being (something like) father against son and daughter against mother. Things like murdering ones own parents and hating them and parents hating their own children.

On the ride home, I asked my folks about it, saying, "How can that be?"
My mother answered with, "I don't know but if God said it, then it will happen".

From that day, I began my watch. I was watching for the signs of the coming of the Lord. Those signs that He told us to watch for.

At that time, you never heard teaching about the book of Revelations. There was not one pastor who would touch that book. There was no knowledge to help us understand it. Also, the book of Daniel, which was shut up until 'those days'.

I gues it was about the 70's, when I first heard that it was beginning to be taught in the churches. I was thrilled. It was a sign.

Then I witnessed, as porn shops popped up down main street. At first, people were appalled and ashamed to have them in their town, where they had to see them as they drove by. As time went on, though, they became accustomed to them being there and there didn't seem to be much ado about them, any more. Another sign.

Then there was the 'free love' generation and sex became as special as shaking hands. Another sign.

I watched with anticipation, as clue by clue, the changes in society began to move toward those days that Jesus had described. How true were His words.

Then the 'big one'. Homosexuals flaunting their so-called 'life style' before public and demanding more and more 'rights'. They weren't just demanding rights, they were demanding that we all agree with their actions and love what they do. Oh, that was a huge sign.

And computers, fulfulling the prophecy of 'knowledge abounding'. And transportation fulfilling 'when people would run to and fro'.

And the great all seeing eye, Daniels angel told us about. Now in existence.

I've waited and watched since childhood and recognized each sign as it came into focus.

For those who don't believe in God, don't believe in the Bible and certainly have blinders on their eyes, they see nothing of these fulfilled prophecy's. They have no idea what I'm talking about. That too, was prophecied.

How amazing, is the Lord and how true His words. Every prophecy being fulfilled and I have no doubt about the rest of them, coming upon this world.

I know by the signs, that we are not only in the last days and mine being the last generation, but we are within 5 years of the signing of the treaty.

Soon after that, we will be caught up for there will be things our eyes are never supposed to witness. The Holy spirit will be removed from this world. The Holy Spirit abiding in the true believer, means we have to go.

Are you ready?

Why 'fishes and loaves'?

Why do I feel that the story about the fishes and loaves, is the greatest of the miracle stories?

Aside from raising the dead, I feel the events of feeding the crowd, to be a wonderful lesson for us all.

In this story, it is the first time that publically, Jesus insisted His disciples to the action and not Himself. In this way, they learned what it was that activated the power of God, on this earth. Obedience.

Simply obey what the Lord has given us and it will be as He said it would be. How simple is that?

How I Know Jesus is Real

This is an excerpt from my book:
I was raised in the Baptist community. I never knew if all Baptists knew nothing of the Holy Spirit, or if it was just in this particular area. I learned, in Sunday School, to sing "Clap your hands and praise Him" but no one ever taught me how to praise. I learned "Father, Son and Holy Ghost" but no-one ever told me the Holy Spirit is a real entity, with feelings and power and comfort for me.

My little brother and I always sat on the front pew. You see, we were two unruly children. The purpose for seating us on the front pew was to keep our every move within sight of the pastor.
The congregation had recently broken away from the First Baptist Church of Raymondville and built a new small church called Wood Avenue Baptist Church. The first spring, when revival time arrived, the grownups set up a tent no more than 40 feet from our new building. They were big believers in tent meetings.

I remember standing next to my mother, watching men carry armloads of folding chairs, across to the tent where they had just finished spreading sawdust. Standing next to my mother and watching those men working, I couldn't help asking. "Mother, why, when we have this brand new church with nice pews and air-conditioning, would we set up a tent and go to all this work so we can sit every night and sweat and swat mosquitoes?" My mother answered, "Atmosphere, dear, atmosphere." I gave up. I was barely 8 years old.

Every night, during revival, my parents sat with my brother on the left side of the aisle while, my grandparents sat with me, on the right side of the aisle. My folks were very good Baptists. They didn't sit on the very last row but there sure was nobody sitting in the rows behind them.
To set the scene, I was the third chair in from the center aisle. My grandmother sat next to me and my grandpa sat on the aisle seat with his long leg stretched out in front of him. The row in front of us also had only 3 people so there was one woman sitting in front of me. There were no other occupied chairs, to my right, to the right in the row in front of me, and certainly no one behind me.

To further explain the inner workings of the Baptist service, after 1 or 2 songs, a few announcements, another song or two, the sermon begins. At the end of the sermon, the pastor motions to the pianist to begin playing, while he begins his benediction prayer. The pianist always played one of two songs: "Just as I am" or " Jesus is Calling".

The pastor gave the invitation for anyone wishing to come forward and accept Jesus. Then the dismissal prayer and if there were new family members, all would come forward to hug and shake hands and welcome the new child of God.

Every night, during the revival, it was same old boring thing for my little brother and me. For an 8 year old, it's hard to sit so still for so long, night after night. How was I to know my life was about to change. During the sermon, I sat drawing with pencil and paper. I had to have something to keep me busy (and awake).

Friday night, the last night of the revival, during the benediction prayer, I was drawing and swinging my legs, just waiting for the grownups to get finished. There came a sudden sound. It was so loud, that had it been a physical sound, it would have been the last thing I heard. It was a voice. It was coming from about the middle of the tent, against the right wall, right where the wall and roof met.

The voice said only "Judy". The odd thing about that voice is that not only did it sound more familiar than my own, it was soft spoken and gentle and yet so-so loud. It was a genderless voice more male than female, not identifiable and yet so deeply familiar. I don't remember ever thinking about standing up. I was just standing up. This was not my will at all. I stood, for a couple seconds, in shock, not really understanding what was going on. Then I felt my grandmother jerking at my skirt, and reality came back. I was being very disobedient, right in the middle of the benediction prayer. I sat down.

I thought to myself, "God is mad at me, for not paying attention. He's mad at me because I was sitting here drawing instead of bowing my head, obediently." I bowed my head and squeezed my eyes so tight that I could see stars.

The voice came again. Again I found myself standing without knowing how I got there. This time the voice said, "JUDY! COME FORTH!!" That's all.

I did not know what "come forth" meant, except for what I had seen the grownups do. I didn't know what they did, when they got up front. I didn't know what to do but I sure knew one thing.......I was going to obey. The problem was, I was 8 years old. The adults, in this church, did not allow a child under the age of 12 to accept the Lord. They called it the age of accountability. I was already getting into trouble. Grandmother was jerking at my skirt, again, and making a point to show me her temper. I sat down. I thought about it. The preacher was still praying. I had to go! How? I leaned over and said to my grandmother "I have to go to the bathroom"....always guaranteed. She whispered to grandpa, his knees went to the side, grandmother's knees went to the side and my way was clear.

Of course, I didn't go off to the bathroom. I just stood there in the aisle. Now I had another problem. "What do those people say to the preacher, when they go up there?" Then the prayer ended and all heads rose and then all faces aimed toward the center of the aisle. There was a disobedient child standing in the aisle. I was definitely gulping. By now, my mother could see what was going on. I was in big trouble. I knew it was better to be in trouble with these mortals than it was to disobey God and I knew it was He. I started walking. I wondered, all the way down the aisle, what would I say? When I finally arrived to the front of the church, standing in front of the preacher, I looked up and said the first thing that came into my mind. "I tried all day, to be nice to my brother but I just couldn't." Who can understand the mind of a child?
It was as though the pastor knew. He turned me around and said, "This is the only one coming tonight." I had been accepted. The service ended and all the people came to hug me and welcome me. The minute the last one passed by, my grandmother grabbed me by my left upper arm, my mother grabbed me by my right upper arm, they lifted me up and carried me straight over to one of the classrooms. They plopped me down on a table and began the third degree. Each woman pushed the other back, in order to take control of the situation. They shot questions at me, one and then the other. These were the questions. "Why did you do that?" "Because He told me to." "He who?" "I don't know." "Was it God?" "Sort of." "Was it Jesus?" "No." "Was it an angel?" "No." "Was it God???!!" "Sort of." "Well then was it Jesus?" "No." "Then was it an angel?!" "No." "Then who was it?" I couldn't answer.

I was 30 years old before I discovered His name. It was Holy Spirit. Had they taught me about Him, I could have answered their questions.

The following Sunday night, I was baptised, which told me the church had accepted me.In our little church, until you reached the age of accountability, you were expected to be quiet, not to poke your nose is grownup dealings, not to join in communion until you were saved, which of course, you were expected to do promptly at the age of 12. During communion, as the plate was passed around, children were expected to hold the plate for the elders, while they took bread. The Sunday after I was saved, I reached for one of the crumbs only to have my hand slapped by my grandmother. (She had not accepted me.) From that day forward, I sat on my hands when the plate passed by. I refused to touch the tools of these dead sinners. My thoughts were, "How dare you prevent me from my Father's table?" Something no one had ever taught me. God had planted that in me, that night. God planted many things into me that night.

Within months, after this incident, my parents packed all their belongings and moved us all to Albuquerque, NM. My father looked forward to better work opportunities.

Acts 13:2 As they ministered to the Lord, and fasted, the Holy Ghost said, Separate me Barnabas and Saul for the work whereunto I have called them.

John 16:13 Howbeit when he, the Spirit of truth, is come, he will guide you into all truth: for he shall not speak of himself; but whatsoever he shall hear, that shall he speak: and he will shew you things to come.