10/5/09
Many years ago, when I first moved to Vermilion I had a few heaven encounters that I will write about at this time. They all took place during prayer time. When in prayer one day it was as if my floor opened up in the room I was in and I could not see anything I was only able to hear something. It was horrendous and horrific the sounds that I heard. Even right now as I am writing tears well up in my eyes because it causes me to remember that day. The only way I can describe it is I was able to hear the awful, loud screams and cries of those in hell. What I heard was so loud and so full of pain and torment. With what I heard trust me, you do not want to go to hell. Once you breathe your last breath on earth there is no going back and undoing what you did with your life. No prayers or fasting for a deceased love one can get them out of their final fate for eternity. If you did not ask Jesus into your heart and confess your sin to Him and were then washed clean with the blood of Jesus (That is the blood He shed for us on the cross so we would not have to live a damned life in hell.) you will also join the accompaniment of those screaming with torturous screams in hell. You know he is the only one that rose from the dead. There are many religions that people follow and all of the founding leaders have since died. How many of them were raised from the dead? None to my knowledge and there will be others to come along and I can say beyond a shadow of a doubt that they also will not be raised from the dead on the third day like my Jesus was. I have always had a heart for hurting people. It was at this point in my life that I really got serious with evangelism.

The second experience was also at that same location, in prayer, and in that same room. I can only describe it as an open vision. I was awake and had all of my senses in the natural if that makes sense. For many years, I would faithfully pray for the continents of Africa, Asia, and South America. I even created a banner and on it were these three continents. I believe I gave that banner away to someone. I believe I gave it to the leaders of the children’s ministry at church. As I am writing this, I am vaguely remembering the picture part of the banner. The three continents were in the center and then surrounding the circle were different colored children holding hands forming a circle. They were cut out as we use to do as children paper doll images. When I say they were different colors I do not refer to colors of peoples skin tones. There was blue, green, red, etc. This vision occurred during the time when I was in the process of creating this particular banner.

This is what happened. It was as though a picture screen was before my very eyes and I was able to see this beautiful, tall, thin young girl (I would say she was in her teens) running towards me with her arms wide open as if she was going to give me a hug. She had the most beautiful smile on her face and even now as I write this I can still envision the dirt kicking up under her bare feet as she was running to greet me. I know that it took place in Africa somewhere. Ever since that time in my life I would always plant a seed into a ministry (only if the Holy Spirit prompted me to) that was doing kingdom work in either Africa, Asia or South America. Since that time, I have not had that daily prayer for these three continents in the last year or so. My daily prayer area has shifted to the United States, Ohio, Florida, Texas, Israel, the house of Israel and the house of Judah. I do not have full understanding of the last two but I do trust that Jesus does.

My third experience was a dream given to me. Again, the same home, this time in a different room. It was the afternoon and the children were both at school. I was taking a class at the time at church known as “Cleansing Streams.” I heard it ever so clear in my spirit “Go and lie down on the couch and you will instantly fall asleep and a dream will come to you.” That is exactly what happened I did have a very pronounced dream and then I woke up. I am sure that I wrote about it somewhere. As you can see, I do a lot of writing. When I was in college, my Father would always tell me that I needed to take business classes and major in business. The college I attended did have an excellent School of Business (at the time.) I would tell him no because it stirred so much in me to take Communications and that is just what I did. Now as I look back, maybe I should have taken a few business classes but I just knew to stick with Communications. God had a plan in all of this for today my passion is writing.

Yesterday, I met my son for church. I made a big meal for him and his college roommates to enjoy that day so I brought it with me to give to him. My job as a mother is to encourage my children to use the gifts that God has given to them. He has been healed several times in his fairly young life. With this most recent healing, I keep telling him he has to share this story with others. As long as I can remember, he has told me that when the time comes for me to go to the three continents to minister that he would not want to go to any of them but he would go so somewhere like Paris, France. I would tell him that that is not impossible for God to open a door to go to places like that. I keep periodically asking him if he set a date in his mind as to when he would like to go share the story in Paris. He would hesitate with an answer and I would tell him that this part of the journey is the faith area. You need to think about it and then attach a date to it to see it happen. Yesterday, again I asked him at church the same question. He replied this time that he doesn’t really want to go to Paris but he would go to South Africa. The story gets better. He had to leave early from church yesterday to go and write a paper for school. He was there for praise/worship and communion. The guest speaker was from South Africa. She had a great story to tell about how God is using her now and she is doing things like praying for the dead to rise up and she is flowing in the power of the Holy Spirit in her life. She shares as part of her story about her son and an event that happened in their lives. I do not think that it was a coincidence that that speaker was for yesterday at the east side church location that I rarely attend. God is up to something pretty big and I am going to ride this wave of the Holy Spirit.
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