He was extremely handsome. Tall, thin and dark colored hair. On occasion when he would pick us up from school (an all girls Catholic high school that is) the girls would comment about him. He was way too old for the high school girls but they still thought he was good looking. Isn't that funny when you think about it. He had such a heart for our mother too. He would always find ways to bless her. My children would have loved Uncle Ricky, yes indeed they surely would have loved him for he was fun to be with too (when he was not teasing us that is.) Let me see if I can find a tribute my mother had posted in a Croatian newspaper in the USA on one of his anniversaries of his death. It was the paper to read about Croatian happenings in the Croatian Fraternal Union in the USA. When we were in the tamburitza folk group I believe each of the groups throughout the USA and Canada were members of the CFU.
I told you he was handsome, wasn't he? The other pictures are of him at mine and my sister's debut at the Croatian Debutante Ball. Taken just a few short months before the boating accident took place.
Do you see God's timing in all of this story. See the threads being weaved through my quilt of life as I share today? He was in a boating accident on the anniversary of his birthday and I am sharing about Captain Hook trying to attack me yesterday on the very same day. I was going to write about this last night but Holy Spirit said to hold off until today so I am being obedient. In my life when the prophetic word came forth I saw a picture of a woman when the words "Captain Hook" were a portion of the prophetic word. She was trying to come at me in the spiritual realm, that is yesterday in a strong way. I was feeling a stirring (not of a good nature that is) all day long yesterday at work. Did you ever experience this before? I can only describe it as if you are in a struggle with things you know how to do or tasks you know how to perform.
If you recall the prophetic word I shared with you all the warning was to not let Captain Hook affect me but I was to fly above it. Thank God I have the assistance of angels and Jesus to the rescue. I created a document that I use on a daily basis. All of a sudden it is nowhere to be found. I then started to create it again and after all of that I somehow find it. I learned you have to save things like this on a thing called a z drive I think that is the name of it. A boss of mine came to my desk and helped me find that and then showed me how to save it there. So I had to then make up for lost time and God was faithful at redeeming the time for me. He truly was.
The picture I saw of this woman as the prophetic came forth is a Christian woman and so I just know to say bless her Lord in a mighty way and that is what I do. Let me tell you that a Christian coming against another Christian can be a powerful force to reckon with. They know their power in words and prayer but guess what? If it is not the divine will of God and you cry out to Him for help He sends the help to your side to assist you. Yes He does and He did just that. I felt I needed encouragement at the start of the day so I listened to "You Are So Beautiful" by James W. Goll in the morning and even in the evening drive time in my car. Oddly enough the attack feeling began to dissipate and lift. I then went walking by the river and that also helped to. Oddly enough while I walked I found myself singing that very song also. I saw not only a turtle in the water but there was a baby turtle trailing right behind the adult turtle isn't that endearing. Oh as I walked yesterday the crickets were singing so loud in the trees that it was much louder than I ever recall. I looked at it as they were singing for Jesus.
That's my story and I am sticking with it. So, even when you are up against spiritual forces that can tend to feel mighty strong fly above them ok and soar with the eagles far above the snake line and the thing will lift and pass by you. The best part is when it passes by you God redeems the time for you and all is well, all is well with my soul.



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