Dear Mothers,
A new lady on the letters group was telling me that she was believing the Lord for her husband's hernia situation. I have testified of Jim's hernia healing years ago but I am gonna tell it again.
About 3 or 4 years ago, after the fire, Jim did a lot of remodeling. And he moved a lot of heavy furniture by himself. The boys, of course, came over and helped, too. But Jim would get impatient and moved the piano by himself many times. Also my big hutch back and forth and across the room a lot. Well, back about 24 years ago, a doctor said Jim needed a double hernia operation. Well, Jim had this done at the hospital. But the doctor said the operation didn't go well and it would probably all come loose and it did about 10 years later. Jim wore a man's girdle and this would press the muscles in where they should be. But with him moving the piano and all, no girdle could keep that muscle in.
Well, so one night, Jim comes to bed and he said seriously, "Connie, I am really hurting. That hernia on my right side is bad -- really bad." Papa always called me Honey. So when he called me Connie, I knew it was serious. Well, immediately I knew something had to be done. Well, we didn't have any money for a doctor. So I said, "Baby, I will stay up all night long and pray for you. I won't got to bed until I know you are healed." I had planned on wrestlin' that demon of sickness all night long if that's what it took. So we said our "Good-Nights" and I laid my hand on the hernia and started to pray. And immediately -- I mean right now! -- Jim's leg flew in the air and the bed began to shake. It was wild! And I said to Jim, "What happened?" And he said, "You didn't hear that POP?" I said "No" and Jim says, "I was healed. Jesus healed me. The hernia popped back in." And after that, he was perfectly healed and never had to wear the girdle or anything again. He never had any trouble out of either hernia. And in the night, I woke up and praised the Lord for the healing again and the bed shook again. Now this was the power of the Holy Ghost. I can't heal anyone. And why some folks get healed like that and others have to have an operation, I don't know. I am just tellin' you this true story to encourage your faith.
And one time, Jim came in the door with a bad headache. I heard him come in and met him in the living room. He told me, "Connie, I have a terrible headache." Well, I called fire down out of heaven and Jim felt a shock and he was healed. As I gave the testimony to my relatives, who don't know the Lord from a raccoon, Mary comes up behind me. She says, "Mom was prayin' for Dad in the living room and the power of God almost knocked me over and I was in the bathroom." I didn't even know that Mary felt the Holy Ghost hit her until I was giving the testimony. And I turned around to Mary and I said, "You felt the power of God hit you in the bathroom?" And she said, "Yes, I did."
My children have seen angels. When John was a child, about 4, an angel picked him up and put him in his bed. Mary has seen many angels before. And, of course, Jim has, too, and a lot of demons. But Jim is seein' all kinds of angels now in heaven. Wow, I know he is enjoyin' himself. I can't wait to go, too.
Also, one time when I was about 23 and Jim was about 29, he had a big yellow boil under his eyelid. It was bad and the doctor was going to lance it. I was just learning about laying hands on the sick that they would be healed. Wild Man and me were playin' badminton in the backyard. Anyway, I just went over to him and laid my badminton racket on his eye and claimed healing. I was just tryin' it all out. And the boil popped and he was healed and he never had any more boils that I can remember.
But I pray for folks all the time. Most of my prayers are not answered. But every now and again, I hit the jackpot. So I guess I am worth putting up with. I don't ever know when the Holy Ghost is gonna hit me.
The Waymakers
I talked to Christian Joy on the phone yesterday. She is something else! She is really encouraging me to make a homemade book. Christian Joy doesn't claim to know the Lord but she is very creative. She designs clothes in NYC. She is the most creative woman I know. And her mind is so spiritual. She just squeezes creativity out of me. She tells me rare truths like, "Mom make a book you would love to read, not one you think others would like to read." I guess I gave her a book I made years ago. I have forgotten it, though, but she loves it and it has dried herbs pressed in it. I can sorta see her dream for me but I can't hardly grasp it. She says, "Mom, just make the book and I will take it to a publisher here in NYC. Don't worry about binding it. Just make the pages and I will do the rest." It's hard as Jim has only been gone for 7 months. But I ain't gettin' any younger. What with doin' all that Jim did, and all that I have to do with the children I care for and all, it's kinda hard to think of a project like this.
I tell Christian by faith and to all who will listen, "I am a rich widow and I am gonna start a REVOLUTION." Tall words for such a little woman. But I have a BIG GOD. And IF this is His will, then, hey, who's big enough to stop God? Christian Joy tells me, "Mom, you would be popular in an underground society." And I said, "Well, I would be there with good company as that is where homeschool started -- it never started in the church!" And certainly Jesus Christ and His disciples were not mainstream. But what we hear in our silent prayer chambers from God will be shouted from the mountaintops.
He speaks to you women in the wilderness. Mother's broken heart is open and He is able to enter her soul. She is always hungry for the things of God as she is always spiritually hungry. The bread of this world doesn't satisfy her soul. She is a seeker, a visionary. Calling on the fire from heaven as she has no place else to go. Mother lives in the wilderness outside the church gates. She runs from the world, tired and breathless, looking for His face. Calling upon His rich anointing. Because nothing less then the fire will do. Nothing less then the anointing will work. Nothing less then the unseen hand can move her. She drinks from the rivers of heaven. From the brooks that never run dry. When she isn't at the river, she dreams of the river. She tries to drink of the world's rivers and oceans. And the water satisfies for a season. And each day, the thirst for His water of Life becomes a calling and a crying in her Soul. And through her exhaustion, she is weak yet runs to the River of Life to be filled with His anointing.
I hear many Mothers like Elisabeth and Mary crying in the wilderness. Mothers who have found out that this world has nothing to offer. And unless we call to God out of the mainstream, we cannot hear His true voice. As we press the outside walls of the world and all of its foolishness, we can hear His voice. As we stand alone to hear a voice and a message that has not been heard before, we will see His glory. As we press on as the world tells us, "You must absolutely STOP!" we will see His glory. As the devil tries to kill our HOPE as Mothers -- but we won't stop believin' -- this is where the glory is. This is where the glory starts.
As we fall off the earth with our faith, we enter the Kingdom of God were all things are possible. This is where the laws of sin and death don't apply. This is His Kingdom where the laws of sin and death have been broken. We are sons and daughters of God here. This is where we died with Him and rose again to walk in newness of life. For we are crucified with Christ; nevertheless we live. And the life we now live, we live by the faith of the Son of God who loved us and gave His life for us. Sin and death, action and reaction, cause and effect live on earth. Not in His Kingdom.
Waymakers & Pioneer Spirits
Trailblazers don't press on locked doors because they want to open it for the other believers. They don't forge through a dark, dangerous forest of trees because they want to guide the body of believers. They press on to unknown territory because they can't help it. Their souls are so weak and hungry, they know this world is not the answer. So they kick doors down to look for something to eat. They throw up their hands and know in their hearts that no matter what happens, this world has no food for their exhausted hearts. The Lord tells the shepherd, "If you love me, feed my sheep." Well, the shepherd must find the spiritual food first. And as the heart hungry look for their Savior, it is automatic that they will guide and feed His sheep.
The waymakers don't look behind them as they run like gazelles up the mountain. They run out of desperation. They run out of a need to see their children know Him. They run out of love for the family. They must see His glory or die tryin'. They run like chariots of fire until they feel His anointing. Until they feel the spark out of heaven and they know that they know that God heard them. They won't rest until His glory comes.
The pioneer spirits run and seek and knock and hammer at the door of deliverance as if wild hungry wolves are nipping at their heels. Not because they want to please God, necessarily. But because they are desperate and they have been delivered before and they want some more deliverance.
The waymakers live on the miracles of God. As they press to the end of the natural earth and its way of sin and death, cause and effect, they enter the supernatural. And in this kingdom of the supernatural, the laws of sin and death are broken. And signs and wonders are the norm. And, yes, we have to use up the answers here on earth first. But when the world is killin' us, it's time to check out and enter the kingdom of Light.
We start living in the Kingdom of God when we become born again. But we have to press on the blessings of heaven or hammer at the door to enter the supernatural. And ya ain't gonna find the supernatural until you are hungry for it. Why leave the comfort of the natural if you don't need to? But some of you will press on as Mothers and Wives because your hearts are broken and you are looking for a city whose builder and maker is God. Where the normal is the supernatural. Where your thirst is satisfied. Where the only answer is the Blood of Jesus and the Bread of Life.
Love,
Connie
