Praise Report!

My dad is home and doing fine! Thanks be to God his surgery went very well. He is bruised with some soreness, but that is to be expected. Doctor told him only Tylenol for pain and a cool compress which he is using to reduce any swelling.

Once home he sat down at the dinner table and gobbled down a delicious hamburger my daughter had made! He was starving and there is nothing wrong with his appetite!  Remarkably, with all he has endured the last 2 years his appetite has been excellent.

I am overwhelmed with my blogger friends and how you have risen to the occasion to pray for my dad. God truly answered your prayers and I am so grateful to each one of you for your blessings upon him and my family.

God knew when he created this technology the benefits it would bring.  The support for each other is needed and such a great blessing.

Thank you all for your friendship, and your prayers. My dad is a result of how important prayer is and that it really works!

God bless you all!

Prayer Request

I am asking for prayer for my father. He is 86 having eyelid surgery tomorrow, Monday,  May 21. Some of his eyelashes will have to be removed also. He is a real trooper having had major surgery in 2010 and 2 other surgeries after that. He is a walking miracle.  He has already been through so much physically but God has been good to him.

Please pray the surgery will go well, that God will be the surgeon’s hands and the recovery will be quick and the pain manageable.

Thank you.

Feral Trauma

Today was a day I don’t look forward to. It comes but once a year, thankfully.

Maxicat

You would think with life as good as our cat has she wouldn’t tarnish her reputation by her agitated screaming on a trip to the Vet.

Yes, she needed shots. Yes, I knew this but she didn’t. Yes, I feel like a heel when I push her small body in the cat cage and the “wailing” begins.

The trip in the cat cage is as traumatic as the visit. A feral kitten when we found her, she has never adapted to forcefully being kept inside or placed in a position where freedom is not available 24/7. The outside world was her original home for the first year of her life so a caged 10 minute trip is cat prison to her even with my lame attempts to keep her calm. Nothing will suffice until she is out of the cat cage on her soil.

Arriving in the clinic, other pet owners wondered what I had done to this cat to make her behave like a crying toddler who just got spanked for not getting his way. Her constant wails brought one woman over to see her. She quickly realized Maxi was not interested, nor congenial.

Maxicat in Box

Finally the receptionist spoke up saying,

“That is one unhappy feline.”

Embarrassed, I said,

“Yes, she really doesn’t want to be here.”

The man next to me had 2 adorable little kittens. They looked about 6 weeks old, very quiet and still as they listened to this female lioness roar. He brought them over to look at Maxi who then let out the “wail of all wails.”  He retreated as if she was going to launch an all out attack on his precious babies.

If that wasn’t enough drama, when the Vet called us back, Maxi refused to come out. We turned the cage upside down to make her fall out on the table only she backed herself up in the top wrapping her sharp claws around the cage bars.

She continues the whining as we one by one declawed her from the cage bars and she fell out. Amazingly she sat rather peacefully while she gave the injections. Once done she actually walked in the cat cage of her own accord.

A few wails and meow’s were all she could muster on the drive home.

Once I let her out, you would never have known the melodramatic performance she had just acted out.

Her child like behavior stems much from her past. Once a feral, always a feral as it rears its head in moments of restraint but I wouldn’t want her any other way.

I believe it is the “feral feline” remaining in her that is so captivating. Her agile ability to hunt, live independently, jump 6 foot fences at her age is a remarkable means of survival. She could live in the wild again if necessary and function quite well.

She is the epitome of cat; through and through. The hard, feisty personality she possesses kept her alive as the runt of the litter. At barely 9 pounds, and 10 years old she is the loudest cat I have ever heard. God left nothing to the imagination when he gave this girl vocal chords.

She is a talker; answers questions with “meow, meow” along with a variety of facial expressions and tail movements we adore. Her funny quirks and whimsical habits keep us laughing.

God has protected this cat. She almost died twice.

I am confident God knew animals would bring the best out in us humans. A cat of her breed and upbringing was a test of convincing her what love is. Her skittish and sensitive demeanor as a feral kitten affirmed rejection and fear in her young life.

Over time, showing her unconditional love, protection and provisions, she has opened her heart and allowed us into what was a depraved world.

As a result, we have been rewarded with an entertaining, lively and priceless “Queen of the Castle.” Or as my husband says, “Her Highness.”

“In his hand is the life of every creature and the breath of all mankind.” (Job 12:10)

Tired kitty resting in box after trip to Vet

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Sesame Street, Chocolate and Chimpanzees

Seal of the United States Internal Revenue Service. The design is the same as the Treasury seal with an IRS inscription. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I have been waiting for this moment, this day for months. Pacing the floor, listening to hear those huge tires come roaring around the bend with my package. Yes. My package. The package sent to me by NONE OTHER THAN MY ACCOUNTANT!

Today is the day I get to pay more taxes! Yes! The Federal Government and 2 states have declared we are examples of this country’s best citizens!

We have been chosen to give additional money from our hard work to fund such projects as:

Sesame Street (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

→$10 million for a remake of “Sesame Street” for Pakistan. I love children and can understand the need for Elmo in Pakistan. The children would most likely rather eat.

Haggai 2:8 “The silver is mine, and the gold is mine, saith the LORD of hosts.”

  →$765,828 To subsidize “pancakes for yuppies” in the nation’s capital. I love yuppies.

I Cor. 4:2” Moreover it is required in stewards, that a man be found faithful.”

Chimpanzee named "La Vieille" born in 1968 (Jane Goodall sanctuary of Tchimpounga in Congo Brazzaville) - Picture taken the 9th of December 2006 Français : Chimpanzé nommé "La Vieille" née en 1968 (sanctuaire Jane Goodall de Tchimpounga au Congo Brazzaville) - Photo prise le 9 décembre 2006 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

→The government blew $592,000 on a study last year to figure out why chimpanzees throw poop.  Ok.  I am moving out of the way of this one.

Luke 16:1-13 “The parable of the wise steward.”

→ The federal government gave the Hawaii Department of Agriculture $50,000 to help pay for the 2nd Annual Hawaiian Chocolate Festival. Now I love chocolate…why wasn’t I invited?

Proverbs 1:32” The prosperity of fools shall destroy them.”

→ The Virginia Commonwealth University received $55,000 in 2011 (part of a larger $170,000 grant) to study changes in the hookah smoking habits of students in the nation of Jordan. Sounds like my next vice.

Deuteronomy 8:18 “Remember the Lord your God, for it is he who gives you the ability to produce wealth.”

→$96,000 on iPads for kindergarteners. These kids in Maine can’t add yet, but thanks to Uncle Sam they’ll never need to.

I have no problem paying taxes, but not for stupidity. Or Chocolate Festivals even as much as I love chocolate.

Besides not being in the mood I have a real disgust to fund hookah smoking habits for students in Jordan. (google had to explain to me what hookah smoking is.) Maybe that should be my next vice.

The money we make, the money we have belongs to God.  Do you think he prefers we spend it wisely? Use it for the needs of others like the Mother Theresa’s of the world instead of dispersing it on “pork?”

Wouldn’t it be exciting if we could choose where our taxes are spent?

Decide as God sees fit for us to use it for his glory?

Preserve that which is his kingdom on earth and promote the gospel?

Writing my checks under those conditions would be an honor.

Somehow allotting God’s money on why Chimpanzees throw their poop gives me very little incentive to write a check to the government.

One Nation Under God

Why I Believe Christians Should Be Politically Active

When Government Becomes Big. . . .

17 Examples of Government Waste (Investment U, 2/29/12)

Read more: http://dailycaller.com/2011/12/20/top-ten-government-spending-at-its-stupidest/#ixzz1rm2Lhnwa

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Monotonous Ramblings of Repetitive Requests

This morning God and I had a long conversation.

My trail of long winded questions, pleas for the unsaved and requests for healings, my constant chattering all of a sudden stopped.

“God, where are you?” “God, why haven’t you said anything?”

In a rare moment of silence came the words, “How could I speak, you are doing all the talking.”

Most days are not spent ranting and raving bending his ear with repeated lists of the same petitions, but for some reason I needed to vent. The burdens of many had developed into an emergency meeting of answers.

As I suppressed my soul I could hear God laughing as he spoke,

“Did you think I didn’t hear you the first time you asked all these questions?” don’t you know I have all this written down already?” do you think I don’t know how to use a laptop?”

“ugh….yea.”

Sinking in humility I sensed him wrapping me in my swivel chair with joy.

He wasn’t angry that I had inconsiderately forgotten he is a little busy these days.

He wasn’t upset that he needed to save children, find water for those without not to mention the significant task of salvaging America.

My underestimation of his memory didn’t sway him.

The monotonous ramblings of months of pleas did not rattle him.

He calmly lent his ear as I ranted on about my heart’s desire for the lost, sick and suffering.

He gently extended grace to me once again in the form of a Savior who enjoyed communion with one of his children even if it centered on a bunch of repetitive requests.

His humor about the whole conversation was a profound confirmation of his presence.

He wasn’t interested in my questions; he already knew them. He was happy I was seeking him. He rejoiced in my crusade to find him. He allowed me to unleash myself simply to be with me. He didn’t care the words I spoke or the tangent I may have wandered off on. He unconditionally accepted me no matter how I arrived.

The futility of my ceaseless inquiries had come to rest on the assurance of his faithfulness.

The faithfulness gave us a few moments of laughing together at the silliness of my approach.

Proverbs 17:22 A cheerful heart is good medicine,  but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.

Sounds like to me God wants us to laugh. I’m with him.   I don’t want your old dried up bones any more than he does.

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Rubber and Latex: The Arsenal of Beauty

My teeth are nice and clean after a visit to the dentist today. Now I know many of you find going to the dentist detestable. There is something quite refreshing to get all that PLAQUE off.

As always the dentist counts my teeth, the ones that remain and those lost.

“#7 gone, #13 missing, # 21 gone, # 28 missing……

He reminds of days gone by when I had more teeth but my mouth was too small for all of them. No jokes please as my mourn my loss.

Any fear of the dentist left years ago after having 7 teeth pulled, 3 years of braces, and 3 wisdom teeth cut out after High School.
Braces included monthly visits to the Orthodontist to tighten wires giving me pain and misery as the teeth moved.  Solid food was out, Chocolate Milk Shakes were in.

During those 3 years which were in High School BTW, there were months I had a mouth full of rubber bands. At one 3 month interval the Orthodontist attached 7 in different areas. There was no hope for a boyfriend,  solid food at all, or going out in public for fear of a “rubber band attack” on anyone within 2 feet of my steel ribbed teeth.  My mouth had become an arsenal of rubber and latex.

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Ridiculed for years for having crooked teeth it changed once I had braces. The jokes  turned into nicknames like  “railroad track or metal mouth.” The braces had completely covered my teeth revealing only silver, wires and rubber bands. In my youthful, lack of life’s lessons my eyes were on the prize. The day everyone would notice.

My Senior year in high school that day finally arrived. Purposely I didn’t tell my friends. I wanted to surprise them with my shiny, straight white teeth.

Only it didn’t happen. No one noticed. Not a word. Not a “you look different” comment. Nothing. Zilch.

I was devastated. For 3 years I looked forward to this day when I could eat pop corn again. Chew gum and smile without worrying who would be my next target.

For days I said nothing. I told no one. I didn’t even want to smile. All I wanted was for someone, anyone to notice my pearly whites.

Isn’t that just like us? We want to be noticed. We want to be seen. We want to be heard. Why?

Acknowledgement of others can mean the difference in their self-esteem, growth and believing someone else cares. Age is not a factor here; we all need attention. We all need affirmation of our presence.

Whether it is an abandoned child, a neglected wife, or a high school student who wants to show off their straight teeth for the first time in their life we are all the same. Everyone needs encouragement, motivation and positive reinforcement. Investing even a few minutes of your day to offer a smile or say “hello” can make all the difference in the life of someone who is having a really bad day. Climb out of your “box of self appointed absorption” and transfer kind words to your neighbor, smile at a child, or send prayers to a friend in need. Extending  a few moments of your time giving someone else a part of you just might change their life.

Speaking well of others will breed them to do the same. Love breeds love. Hope breeds hope. Encouragement breeds encouragement.It is a win-win for everyone.

In case you’re wondering someone finally noticed my rubber band attacks were a thing of the past!

Related articles

• Look at those pearly whites. (naturalgutz.wordpress.com)
• Orthodontists using advertising to woo adults (mercurynews.com)

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The Flip Side of Youth

YES, that is what I said. I do not like getting older. Yet, I have no desire to regress.  Being here and now is the way it is.

Even my nurse expressed her opinion of this everyday occurrence, “There ain’t nothing fun about getting older.”

My gracious heart thanks God I made it this far. However it would have been nice if someone who use to be as old as I am now before I got here would have shared the toils of aging with me like:

1. AARP won’t leave you alone. They clutter your mailbox with  letter after letter about life insurance, doctor visits and burial plots.

2. You have so many pill bottles you use them as a decoration.

3. Aches and pains show up in areas I didn’t know I had.

4. I use to think people as old as I am were ancient. 95 looks better every day.

5. Senior Moments begin happening as soon as you end your mid life crisis.

6. I walk into a room and forget why I walked in there.

7. Age 55 in some stores consider you to be a  Senior citizen. You may get a small discount but you feel like a dinosaur.

8. Wearing glasses becomes a full time job.

9. Parts of the body seem to have moved. or fallen. or slid somewhere.

10. Getting up off the floor requires help.

11. The bathroom becomes your best friend.

12. You fill out surveys and it takes forever to find your age group.

13. You and your pet nap together in the afternoon.

14. Local retirement communities send you flyers inviting you to live there.

15. Your friends post pictures of their grandchildren on facebook.

16. You wake up cranky and wonder why it never goes away.

17. Your joints make creaking noises when you move.

18. You forget when you have a memory lapse.

19. Bending over you get stuck.

20. Your favorite words are, “what’d you say? huh? I can’t hear you?”

Proverbs 16:31 “Gray hair is a crown of glory; it is gained by living a godly life.

I wonder if you still get that crown of glory if you color your gray?

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So What if Eve ate the Apple first?

♥The reference that Eve ate the apple first is getting old. Joyce Meyer  discusses how all through the ages we women have been unjustly blamed for many mistakes due to the apple she ate. She was quick to say that Adam didn’t resist when she offered the evil piece of fruit to him. BUT! Adam quickly pointed the finger at Eve once questioned by God.

My husband and I were having a rather important discussion. More like an argument. No, lack of communication. That’s it. I communicate, he listens. Just kidding!

His father told me my husband leaves important points of conversations out with people. According to his father, we who are endeared to his few words are left without. Spending much of my time trying to decipher his level of intelligence (which is quite high) I find myself sliding down the slide backwards without a paddle. He on the other hand has finished the conversation in two words and left to go watch “Survivor” leaving me questioning, “were we finished?”

Now I don’t take this personally because he is completely innocent here in that he is not a talker. Really. Not a talker. He is so glad he married one though! lol! Our differences, like so many couples span years of disillusionment of what the other is thinking or trying to figure the other one out.

It is easy for men to venture to the apple in the midst of a “discussion” with the female gender.   The men in my life including my husband, dad, brother, many uncles and cousins have labeled this moment in time as a “badge of honor” and a focal point for many shameless jokes.

A sign may as well be plastered on our foreheads, “Eve ate the apple first.” 

The guilt of this crime set forth the rules which lie on the bedposts of matrimony. The Tarzan‘s of the Jungle have no competition with this one.

The brand has stuck for centuries and the fight goes on. But! today I found the answer!

Surfing the net I found an article called, “What really makes men tick?”  The article is from a new book called “The Male Brain” by Louann Brizendine, M.D. You can find her website at http://drlouann.ning.com/

A quick summary posted that men and women’s brains work off of 2 systems.  Women are by far more emotional and tend to react that way. Men have very little attachment to emotions leading them directly to a “cognitive” sense and kind of like “get over it” adaptation. Women can become immediately empathetic, while men run off to play football.

The point is that now we women don’t have to feel responsible for our emotional upheavals or downward spirals; our spontaneous moods or irrational behavior because we are not “COGNITIVE!”  Men’s hormones are different from ours so we are off the hook here ladies!

I can tell that went over well for you men out there who are shaking your heads.  You are probably thinking, “oh no. don’t let my wife read this.”

So now that I have spilled the beans how does that attach to Eve’s apple? The apple that subjected us to submission? Herein lies the all engulfing war between the two genders. Yes, blame Eve still.

The famous Bible verse of all verses: Ephesians 5:22 “Wives, submit yourselves to your husbands as to the Lord.“

The answer to that verse has been battled over, divorced over, fought over, torn apart. It has been left out of wedding vows, changed in wedding vows, misused, abused and transfused.

Hated by some and loved by others it is the epiphany of marriage. The stronghold. The word of God made of dirt by two in the garden who inhabited character traits handed down for generations. Traits influenced by the evil snake of all snakes.

Again back to the great Joyce Meyer who placed it all in perspective where it needs to be:

“Women were born out of Adam’s side, not under his foot.”

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Falling Off A Cliff Backwards

Do you ever feel like this picture? Ever wonder how life got that way?

Do you think about the journey ahead from the trail you left behind?

As you get closer to the cliff, dirt begins to fall before we do. That is when the cliff gets too close for comfort. What is worse is if you are heading there backwards. I think that might be a good place to stop. Don’t you? OH, it is like a signal; a sign; a moment of truth.

As my dad has always said, “when you play with fire, eventually you will get burned.”

The same happens with a cliff. The closer you get the more likely you will fall off. And if you are heading that way backwards you can’t see the end of the cliff. Whoa.  Is that 2 signs or signals?  I remember some cliffs I almost fell off of.  I am thinking right now “what in the world was I not thinking?”

Cliffs are like finding “the end of the rope” or “you’ve come to the end of the road.” That poor old goat had no idea where he was headed. But he is a goat. Not that the end result there isn’t the same, but at least he has an excuse for getting there.

The truth is we have no excuse. God gave us brains to figure this out. Well, most of us. The truth is we rebel. Truth. Truth. Truth.

Why do we rebel? Did the goat rebel? How did he get there backwards?

We rebel because we think we know better than God. What? No. Would we do that?

Yes we would and present company included.

The definition of rebel is: To refuse allegiance to and oppose by force an established government or ruling authority.  To resist or defy an authority or a generally accepted convention. To feel or express strong unwillingness or repugnance.

I do not recommend rebelling against God. I tried it and it simply doesn’t work.  Thankfully he showed me how to put both oars in the water instead of  one before it sank. OK! I hear those snide remarks! Don’t make me come looking for u!

Actually, falling off the cliff is like rebelling. And for some of us we get right to the edge before we allow our broken or hardened hearts to see the rope God is throwing us. He was throwing the rope all along; we were too stubborn and full of pride to reach for it.  It doesn’t take “Rocket Science” or the brain of a genius to let go of pride. It has nothing to do with  intelligence or smarts or even the lack of it. It is a will or a choice one has to make of their own accord.

For those who refuse to let go of their pride but are headed for the cliff, wise up. Humble yourself. Let go of your stubbornness. Realize what is at stake which is your life.

If you don’t get hold of God, surrender to Jesus Christ as your Savior, you might end up like this goat; only you won’t be falling into Heaven.

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The Detour of Depression

God has laid a burden on my heart. Depression. So many are seriously suffering from this mind deafening delirium I believe God wants me to speak about my own sufferings; more than that God wants you to know what he did for me to guide me through it and out of it.

My usual tone of remarks may be a little downplayed and yet the key to part of my healing was due to finding God’s humor.  Now I understand the last thing a depressed person wants to do is laugh. I didn’t. In fact it was almost an offense for anyone around me to be happy much less laughing.

Mind you when I lived this “hell” I was not taking medication; therapy is great however you can get it. Just for the sake of you who are depressed I now take Lexipro. This occurred 2 years ago when my father almost died, but didn’t. The stress of that event and the care he has needed following led me into a state of anxiety I had never had; depression to me can be complicated by that, but trauma can bring it on either way. The guilt of living 3 hours away, the travel back and forth became exhausting in every way. My doctor told me the family member who lives away suffers more than any others. That in itself relieved the guilt. Philippians 4:6

Let me say first and foremost I am no doctor, no psychiatrist and do not issue any replacement for that. Continue what you feel God leads you to do. I simply want to offer some suggestions that God gave me to save my life. You can choose to try them or not.

1. Realize the enemy is attacking you. He doesn’t want you around to accomplish what God has placed you on earth to do. Twisting that is almost a compliment because it just means what you have to do is important enough for the devil to take notice. End that by telling him to leave. Quote James 4:7 to him and command him to leave.  Even when you don’t feel like doing this, speak it out loud. It works.

2. If you don’t have a reason to live, find one. Mine was my child. The enemy continually blasted my mind with “you are going to die.”  That thought left quickly because there was no way I was going to die and leave my ex-husband to gain custody of her. It was no option. If you can’t find a reason to get over this, ask God to give you one. He will.

3. Understand that others who have never experienced depression will ever understand how you feel. Seek others who have to lift you up. Surround yourself with those who celebrate you.

4. Change your thinking. Joyce Meyer‘s book, “The Battlefield of the Mind” is the greatest book I have ever read outside of the Bible. Even if you don’t feel like reading it, get a copy and soak yourself in it. You will find the thoughts you have are often not your own causing the depression.  This book was the beginning of a complete change of my mind set.

5. You are not crazy. I had a psychiatrist tell me that.
6. Realize this is not who you are. You are a child of God. You will get through it and out of it. Speak positively over your life off and on all day long. MAKE yourself do this. Speaking God’s word out loud over your life will not only bring healing and deliverance, you will be setting into motion a prophetic future for yourself. If you had asked me years ago that I would be writing my own depression deliverance I would have  laughed!

7. Exercise. Move. Get away from the areas that make you feel the most depressed.  The “pit” (as I called it) may be deep, but you can crawl out. God has plenty of rope.

8. Stop being hard on yourself. More than anything the devil wants you to feel guilty, hard pressed and useless. It is oppression. Realize, as humans we expect more of ourselves than God does. Stop worrying about what other people think. People are not to be pleased, but God is.  Ask God to show you what he expects of you. Then he will show you how to say “no.” I am convinced we have overloaded ourselves with useless accomplishments God never ordained. Set your priorities according to God’s will for you; don’t allow others to take your focus otherwise. When you do, you end up burned out, exhausted, and bitter. What God wants you to do is most likely different from others. If his hand isn’t in whatever you do, it won’t work.

9. Thank God for everything. Praise him for the toothpaste you use. Thank him for the water you drink out of a faucet. Thank him for your neighbors, food, your cat, your family. Thank him for the chair you sit in. The bed you sleep in. That you get to bathe inside instead of outside. Thank God for Jesus. Thank God for healing you. Thank God for loving you. Thank God you are alive. Thank God it is all about him and not us. Let God fight this battle for you.  2 Chronicles 20:15, 1 Corinthians 10:13

10. This may be the last but certainly the most important. There is nothing more important than spending time alone with God. Pray, listen, read his word as you do this. Sit and wait for his presence. His word is real, active, and alive. I have witnessed it over and over. Reading the same verses for years and then one day it is as if it flies off the page with a revelation that was waiting to wake up. Allow time whenever is best for you to give God time. That is what he wants; that you respect him enough to spend time alone with him. This will bring about God’s peace that overcomes the pain. Colossians 3:15

This is the reason I can laugh again. It is one of the reasons I write with humor; not because I am funny, but it is God’s humor coming through me. Believe me, some of the things that come out of my mouth I am even shocked.I find myself laughing as I write! Now isn’t that like medicine! God heals me through the words I type with his humor! God’s word is all-powerful. It works and the devil hates it. Isaiah 46:4

Finally I am going out on a limb here. Many of you may already have this gift, many may be skeptical or think it is crazy. A Prayer Language is key to getting to know God. It is like a door that flies open into the Supernatural leaving the misery of the natural behind.  I was skeptical too until I wanted everything God had to give me. January 1987 I was filled with the Holy Spirit and God gave me a prayer language. This gift is magnificent; I have had miracles happen as a result. I have seen Jesus while praying in the spirit. This revelation gift is waiting for anyone who wants it. All you have to do is ask for it. If you choose to doubt it or me that is fine. But you will be missing out on one of the greatest inventions God ever made. It is like an addition to your faith that you already have but gives a life flowing with peace through out your spirit that nothing else can compare with it. 1 Corinthian 14:4

God bless.

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