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A PRAYING WIFE

    A woman you can easily find but a praying wife, She is of a rare kind. She is not easily offended, mending all of your clothes Cooking and serving you faithfully although wondering At times if, you would amend your ways! Then in prayer, she will retreat only to discover that she Too have some ways which need adjustments. The Father gently says to her, you are my bride and every Challenge is to perfect you for the Bridegroom. Look around You, His Coming is imminent! A warmth of the Father’s Love permeated her entire being With empowerment to minister to her husband with a new Attitude! A praying wife perseveres and is not deterred nor derailed By the enemy’s arrows.  In fact, she knows the secret place And dwells in it day and night; lifting up her husband on the Wings of prayer. Yes, a praying wife is from the LORD and blessed is every husband Who has a praying wife! Treasure, love and embrace her often for she is not perfect and may

Repent: The Sword has been drawn in The Church

    Two weeks ago while kneeling on my knees on the front bench of the church at early Morning Prayer meeting before I could pray.  A sharp drawn sword appeared.  Instantly, I closed my eyes but the drawn sword glistened in what looked like a red sea.  Jesus, I exclaimed and heard these words, Repent:  The Sword has been drawn in the Church.  Abba, Father took me to the book of Ezekiel chapter 8 verse (7) And he brought me to the door of the court; and when I looked, behold a hole in the wall.  Verse (8) Then said he unto me, Son of man, dig now in the wall: and when I had digged in the wall, behold a door.  Verse (9) And he said unto me, Go in, and behold the wicked abominations that they do here.  Verse (10) So I went in and saw, and behold every form of creeping things, and abominable beasts, and all the idols of the house of Israel, portrayed upon the wall round about.  Verse (11) And there stood before them seventy men of the ancients of the house of Israel, and in the midst of t

A Portrait of a Father

  While shopping for an item at the hardware store: something demanded my attention.  From a distance it looked peculiar, a lad was pushing the shopping cart but his feet did not touch the ground.  Getting closer, discovered the picture that melted my heart.  A father was actually driving the trolley and his young son was getting a ride. My response,     O he is getting a free ride! On the eve of celebrating Father’s Day, the portrait of a father is permanently written on the tables of my heart.  For sometimes, we overlook and apparently forget the significant role of a father in the life of a child and is too often overshadowed by things beyond their control.  While with this father, the special lad, did not allow anyone and nothing to distract him.  His father had him covered from behind and was actually the one steering the shopping trolley.  Joy was engraved all over the lad’s face, he knew his father had him protected.  He played, while his dad paid the cashier.  He stepped outs

The Great Shaking is coming: Can Your Foundation Remain Standing?

    See that ye refuse not him that speaketh.   For if they escaped not who refused him that spake on earth, much more shall not we escape, if we turn away from him that speaketh from heaven.   Hebrews 12:25. KJV There is a Great Shaking coming:  It is actually upon us and who shall be able to withstand.  Everything that can be shaken will be shaken.  Will you (me too) be able to stand the Great Shaking? Yahweh is doing the shaking.  Those are the words I have heard over and repeatedly in my hearing for the past month but tried so hard to ignore.  The urgency today to sound the alarm is upon me heavily.  Yahweh is going to shake everything that can be shaken.  Yes, The Great Shaking is coming:  Can your Foundation Remain Standing?  The Islands of the Bahamas has been devastated by numerous storms in recent years.  Particularly here on the Island of Grand Bahama: During the last storm something happened.  I heard an alarming cry from the kitchen, it was one of my children. “Mommy