Blog February 24, 2023 Finding Joy in the Journey

Journey of life is to be joy-filled even in the trials. The journey is the important part not the destination. As Christian’s our destination is to run the best race and get home to heaven with exciting adventures with the trinity on earth to tell all your friends about for an eternity.

Questions you might entertain discussion on:

1. What is it going to be like in heaven if you only have a few stories to talk about?
2. When you crying are you in joy? Yes. How?
3. What exciting adventure with the Trinity have you had?

Note: Not all will believe the same it is OK. Not everyone will recognize an adventure.

Here is an adventure

Testimonies of the Twins

One night in about 2007-2008, about 4 am I heard God say, “I need you to go and pray for 3 people who are dying.” He showed me a picture of a couple from our church that I barely knew. I rarely store names because we are always on the move and few people are seen regularly. I may have remembered their first names in my head, but now in this writing, I do not even remember their names.

Anyway, I got up and woke up my husband and said, “I need to go to the hospital on the mainland.” We lived on an island in Puget Sound. He said, “That is an hour or more away! Okay, God be with you.” And went back to bed. Then I woke up our college age daughter and asked if she wanted to take the day off from the orchard work and come be a prayer warrior. She said, “No, I will pray too from here.”

I went and caught the first ferry of the day to the mainland. The hospital was in Everett WA about an hour or so away. It was dark and I could not find any staff manning the buildings. Unfortunately, I did not know the name of the family. When I arrived, I put my full trust in the one who sent me, my God the Creator of the cosmos and all in it, that He would be faithful and let me know where to find the family. 

I said, “God, which building, which elevator, which floor?” He let me know and I obeyed. But it was still a surprise when the father was standing at the elevator door when it opened. He fell into my arms, in torrential tears. He said, “They are dying.” I said, “God sent me so I think they are not. Let us pray.” He took me to his wife’s room. 

The door was cracked open and two doctors were there. I heard them tell the new mother “You are bleeding and you already have had two transfusions. We cannot find the location where you are bleeding.” The husband and I left to go to the nursery where the twins were in incubators. The nurses said, “They are not thriving.” We took the babies out and started rubbing them, praying for them and telling them, “All is well. Welcome to earth you are going to be fine. Wake up and look at all the wonders there are here.” We spoke life over them for a long while and returned them to their incubators.

Then we went to pray for his wife. We repeated this for hours back and forth. About 8 am, I called the prayer team at my church. Around 10 am a prayer warrior arrived. She said, “You can go home now.” My response was “When The One who sent me releases me to leave, I will.” About noon, I went to a nearby grocery and purchased some roasted chicken, fruit and pastries. It was well received, especially by me and the father.

The mother stopped bleeding. The twins were accepting nourishment. By 5 pm, God had changed everything. The father had showered and was resting in the sun coming in through the west windows, the twins were being comfortable on his warm chest, thriving. The prayer team had left some time ago.

What a blessing to witness the thriving twins with the father basking in the sun. All was well. Praise God. 

Then Papa God released me.

I called Larry, my husband, about filling their freezer with two weeks of frozen food. Of course, he said, “Yes.” Praise God for Costco on the mainland. I left, took the ferry back to the island and went to their home with food. I called the church community and requested that they wait two weeks before the church crew started visits and food rotations. Shortly thereafter the new mom and dad changed churches. We would see them, once in a while, at the Summer Arts Festival, until we left the island in 2017. 

Papa God had saved two more of his children. All the glory goes to God. 

Praise God!