April 2024 Solar Eclipse

MAGIC? COSMIC COINCIDENCE? MOTHER NATURE? NO! THE HAND OF GOD ALMIGHTY!

Matthew 11:15  “He who has ears to hear, let him hear.”

“It’s Magical!”
“It’s a Cosmic Coincidence!”
“It’s the Power of the Universe in action!”
“It’s a mystery of the moon and the sun!”
“We are having an existential connection to Mother Nature!”

All these phrases were among the many quotes I jotted down as we listened to news commentators today while we watched the solar eclipse outside and watched live coverage of the MIRACULOUS event as it took place all across our nation. I was watching Fox News by the way.

Hearing these words broke my heart. I understand that not all people acknowledge or believe in Jesus Christ and His Father God, Adonai, but not one person, not one commentator or anyone interviewed all day mentioned the true reason for this eclipse: God, Adonai, Eloheinu, our Creator, the Creator of our universe and all universes, He was the One at work! Yahweh, Who holds all He has created in the palm of His Mighty hand, He is the One who was in was in charge of creating this eclipse, not the power of the universe, not magic, not a cosmic coincidence, not Mother Nature… GOD, Adonai did it and He did it for one purpose: to speak to us, to warn us.

Of course, a solar eclipse is a wonderful way to collect data about the sun, it’s weather, solar flares and materials that explode into space from the magnetic fields coming so close together, and to see it is fascinating and makes one ponder about what it might have been like for people years before scientists knew what an eclipse was! I’m sure back then, for some who didn’t know God, it might have been a scary thing to behold!
But I write this blog to tell you that this eclipse, every eclipse is so, so much more than all of those things!

Something very interesting I have learned from Pastor Larry Huch is that Ancient Jewish wisdom teaches us when you see a lunar tetrad or eclipse (blood moon) it is a warning from Adonai to the Jews. And when you see a Solar eclipse, it is a warning from Adonai to the Gentiles.
Why?
Because God’s calendar goes by the moon and everything the Jewish people do follows the movement of the moon. But the Western calendar, the calendar of the Gentiles, goes by the sun and, for the most part, everything Gentiles do follows the sun.

Acts 2:19  “And I will show wonders in the heavens above and signs on the earth below, blood, and fire, and vapor of smoke.”

The last time that there was a Solar Eclipse was Monday, August 21, 2017. I remember it well. We had a pipe in our bathroom burst the day before and our landlord had placed us in a lovely hotel for a few days while it was being repaired. The kids and I were swimming and though we didn’t have the glasses to watch it, we made the puncture papers and watched it take place through shadow and also watched it take place in other places of the country on the news. It was an exciting day!

I know there are millions of people in the world, just like me, who understand the scriptures of God’s Word and know that this event was not a coincidence at all. There is no word in ancient Hebrew for coincidence because there is no coincidence with God. We understand that there is no coincidence a solar eclipse took place in our nation 7 years ago in 2017 and now it is happening again especially when this is something considered a rare occurrence. The number seven, in Hebrew, represents completion. So, what has been completed in these past 7 years? According to the scriptures, quite a bit! But for this article let’s keep the focus upon Israel and the United States of America because those two countries are bound spiritually, and the United States is where the past two solar eclipses have taken place.

Back in 2017, I knew the scriptures of God’s Word about how He speaks to us through signs and wonders in the heavens, and I knew that there were some significant things taking place in Israel too. One of the things that was significant to fulfilling Biblical prophecy was talk about moving the capitol of Israel from
Tel-Aviv to Jerusalem. It had been “talked” about for years and years among many leaders and previous presidents, but now… it seemed more apparent that it was actually going to happen.

When it finally did, for some, the day came and went like any other, but for those who know God’s Word, it was incredibly significant! The United States recognizing Jerusalem as the capitol of Israel was a necessary part of the 50-year Jubilee, and in that Jubilee, restoration and return had to take place for the nation of Israel to be made whole.

There is quite a bit to learn about the Biblical Jubilee, especially the one connected to Israel, in fact, Messianic Jewish Rabbi Jonathan Cahn wrote an entire book upon it called The Oracle. But for this article I will just state that in the Old Testament (Leviticus 25:8-55) God tells the nation of Israel that during a 50-year Jubilee, what once was lost or taken from the Jewish people, especially where the land of Israel is concerned, it would be restored and so the restoration of Jerusalem as Israel’s capitol, fulfilled that promise of God. And yet, it also went a step further.

In the last day prophecies, it is written in several books of the Bible, both Old Testament and New (mostly in the book of Revelation but also in Zech. 14), that the Messiah, who we know is Yeshua, Jesus Christ, the Son of God, Adonai, will return to rule on this earth and when He does, He will return to reign from Jerusalem.

Ezekial and Zechariah prophecy that the Jewish people would be gathered from nations all over the world back to their homeland of Israel, this is called Aliyah, and this process must begin first. This is happening and has been happening for years! Then, Jerusalem, a very pivotal, significant and Holy city of the Lord being recognized once again as the nation’s capitol had to take place to prepare the way for what is written in the book of Zechariah 14:8-11, which says:

⁸ On that day living waters shall flow out from Jerusalem, half of them to the eastern sea and half of them to the western sea. It shall continue in summer as in winter.
⁹ And the Lord will be king over all the earth. On that day the Lord will be One and His name One.
¹⁰ The whole land shall be turned into a plain from Geba to Rimmon south of Jerusalem. But Jerusalem shall remain aloft on its site from the Gate of Benjamin to the place of the former gate, to the Corner Gate, and from the Tower of Hananel to the king’s winepresses. ¹¹ And it shall be inhabited, for there shall never again be a decree of utter destruction. Jerusalem shall dwell in security.

Again, we know that the eclipse of 2017 took place on Monday, August 21st and the recognition and moving of the capitol of Israel from Tel-Aviv to Jerusalem took place on December 6, 2017. That had to be done to fulfill God’s Word–and He would see to it that it was! We know God was again speaking to us at that time, the Gentiles of the United States, trying to get us to pay attention and wake us up so that we would be in prayer for this monumental event to take place in peace. And all those who know God’s Word and were paying attention to these events, were doing just that.

We have discussed important issues connected to the God of Israel, the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, Adonai where the Gentiles are concerned. So now, let’s take a look at some incredibly important events for the Jewish people, both negative and positive, that took place surrounding “Blood Moons”.

According to “Blogging on Bible Prophecy and World Events” (www.readyandwatching.com) several significant events have taken place during total lunar eclipse or tetrads, most commonly known as “blood moons”. The events which took place, according to their website and historical research are as follows:

• A Jewish Tetrad occurred 1493-1494 and this was the period of time that Jews were expelled from Spain and Columbus returned from his discovery of the New World.
• In 1949-1950 a blood moon happened again. Jews returned to form the country of Israel for the first time in 2000 years!
• The next time a this occurs is the Tetrad of 1967-1968. Israel captured the city of Jerusalem in the Six Day War and for the first time Jews pray at the holy wall in the city of their ancestors.
• In 2014 a Tetrad of Blood Moons all fell on Jewish Feast Days. This is only the ninth time in 2000 years that this has happened where a Tetrad has all four Blood Moons occurring on Jewish feast days! (That is the Mighty Hand of God!) The number “Nine” in Hebrew has the meaning of ‘judgment.’ The last Blood Moon of the 2014-15 Tetrad was also a Super Moon appearing larger than usual, and the eclipsed moon was setting over Jerusalem on a feast day. (Our God is an AWESOME God!!!)

God uses the Blood Moons to speak to His Jewish people, not just to warn them of things to come which were of tragedy, but to prepare them for things to come which were of great triumph and celebration! He speaks to us through His Word and His Word tells us that He uses the heavens to communicate to both the Jews and the Gentiles. Now, let me be very clear, this is not to say that He uses astrology. No! His Word is quite clear on that matter and tells us in many places to stay away from astrology altogether. This is different. In the scriptures God tells us through His Word how He will use the heavens to give “signs and wonders” and eclipses are part of that communication to us, just like what happened today.

Luke 21:25 “And there will be signs in sun and moon and stars, and on the earth distress of nations in perplexity because of the roaring of the sea and the waves…”

For those of us who believe in God’s Word and trust in Him completely, we see these signs in the heavens and are paying attention–and not just the signs in the heavens either! Let’s not forget that there was an earthquake with a magnitude measuring 4.8 on the Richter Scale that hit the northeast region of our nation on Friday, April 5, 2024. The epicenter for the earthquake was Lebanon, New Jersey, interesting city name considering the war Israel is currently fighting! The latest earthquake recorded in the New Jersey area was December 3, 2020, with a measurement magnitude of 2.51 on the Richter Scale.

Yet, what I found really fascinating was the fact that the earthquake was also felt in New York which hasn’t had a significant recorded earthquake since 1884 with a recorded magnitude of 5.0 on the Richter Scale.
New York City was recorded having a smaller quake in 2001 with a magnitude of 2.6, so this quake recorded on April 5th, 2024, seemed to literally “shake” things up a bit for that city and entire region and that is precisely the point! God is literally shaking us! Shaky! He is such a good, loving, merciful God full of grace, patience, compassion and love! He is trying to wake us up to the directions we are going–which for so many are the wrong directions and farther and farther away from Him. But what’s worse, they are leading so many others with them.

Apostasy. That is what it is called when a people or nation turn away from God. Whether people want to accept it or not, this nation was founded upon the Word of God. It was founded, built and established by people who came here for the soul purpose of building a nation under God, for God, and that God is Yahweh, Adonai.
The God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob. The God of Israel. Why do I say His name so often? Because there are a lot of people out there claiming other gods theses days and I just need to make it clear Who it is I am writing about. Plus, I LOVE HIS NAMES! They are ALL good! They are ALL awesome! They are ALL Holy and righteous!

Exodus 3:15 “God also said to Moses, “Say this to the people of Israel: ‘The Lord, the God of your fathers, the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac, and the God of Jacob, has sent me to you.’ This is my name forever, and thus I am to be remembered throughout all generations.”

Our first President, George Washington, believed in God and the Bible and understood the importance of our nation keeping in alignment with both serving God and obeying His Word. He said, “”It is impossible to rightly govern a nation without God and the Bible.” In his farewell address to the nation as President he also gave a warning, basically telling the people that if America ever turned away from serving God and His eternal law, then all the blessings America has received would be removed. It only makes sense, doesn’t it? When a nation begins to drive the presence of God out and tell Him, we don’t want You here, we don’t want Your law, Your Ten Commandments, the words of the Bible, prayer in schools and the public square, we want to open ourselves up to other gods–or no gods living here, we don’t believe in You anymore… how can Adonai possibly keep His Hands covering us, protecting us, providing for us and blessing us as He did before? He can’t. He gives us free will to choose Him, but we have to make the right choice.

Those who oppose Him have brought this conflict to our land. They want Him out… but so many of us want Him in! They are spreading the lie that having God in our land is a bad thing. Christians and Jews are the enemy. They call wrong right and right wrong. Isaiah 5:20 “Woe to those who call evil good and good evil, who put darkness for light and light for darkness, who put bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter!”
But we remember the true history of our nation and the foundation of His Word that it was built upon, and we are crying out to God not to leave us. And so, He calls to us all. He speaks to us through signs and wonders, giving us warnings and mercy, hoping that those who oppose Him will pay attention, acknowledge His splendor and majesty, and return to Him. Some of us see Him in the eclipse, know it is Him and recognize His splendor and wonders… and others call it magic, cosmic coincidence and the power of the universe.

2 Chronicles 7:14 “If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and I will forgive their sin and will heal their land.”

There is no coincidence that these events are taking place during the time when Israel is in this terrible war.
Yes, I admit, recently there have been some mistakes the IDF have made which they have owned, apologized for and are trying to correct, though they know they can never replace the lives of innocent aid workers or other innocent people that have been killed in this war. War is a horrible thing, and this war still must be fought. We believe with all our hearts that the nation of Israel are not terrorists as others are calling them. They are not Nazi’s. They are not evil. They are not occupiers. They are not committing genocide. They are fighting a war with a real terrorist regime, Hamas, who savagely attacked their nation with the forces of hell behind them. If what happened in Israel happened on American soil, there would be no question as to what should be done to destroy such evil. But… sadly, there always seems to be a difference when it comes to God’s people and the nation of Israel.

When the war first began, President Biden’s resolve to stand with Israel was strong. As time has gone by and
pro-HAMAS rallies are happening all over our country– all over the world, instead of his resolve growing stronger, he is growing weaker. If what happened to Israel happened in America and we were fighting a war against those who did such evil atrocities, I’m sure there would be some unintentional mistakes made in that war, I’m sure there have been actual mistakes made in our previous wars. But I believe this with all my heart, there is not a chance any American President or American leader would allow another nation to dictate to them how they should fight their war.

This leads me to another reason I believe this eclipse came at the time it did. I believe another warning that this eclipse is giving is to remind President Biden, Blinken, and any other leaders in Washington D.C.–on both sides of the aisle, that God is a respecter of no persons. (Ephesians 6:8, Romans 2:11)) Which means He does not judge us based on our power, fame, fortune or office held. He judges us on our heart and our character. He bows to no man. He changes for no man, nor does His Word, and He will not allow man–especially men from another nation, to have control or say over His people and nation of Israel. That is just not going to happen. Period. Adonai is God and God is sovereign. He does not slumber; He does not sleep, and He keeps His Word, always.

exodus 19:5-6 “Now therefore, if you will indeed obey My voice and keep My covenant, then you shall be a special treasure to Me above all people; for all the earth is Mine. And you shall be to Me a kingdom of priests and a holy nation.’ These are the words which you shall speak to the children of Israel.”

What people don’t realize is that Hamas, Hezbollah, Houthis, the leaders of Iran, all these groups hate– despise
Americans just as much as they do Israelis. Israel isn’t just fighting for themselves; they are fighting for us as well! Hamas leaders have said that they will continue performing October 7th over and over again until the Israel is no more, and when they are finished there, they are coming for the Zionists, that means those who support Israel, which includes many Americans. We know the Iranians provided the financial support for the attack Hamas conducted upon Israel on October 7th so why wouldn’t they continue on funding their mission of terror upon America? Think that statement is an overreach? Four years ago, the Iranian parliament was recorded chanting “Death to America!” Need to watch the video for yourself? Here is the link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GUDLkKmzpeU And yet what has America done to prevent them from having such funding? Not a single thing. In fact, we have probably helped them obtain more.
Just more reasons for God to be warning us.

That video was recorded four years ago. I personally don’t believe for one moment that their hatred for us has diminished– on the contrary, I am quite sure that it has grown. Not only that, their rhetoric is spreading, not just to other countries, as you might suppose I was going to say, but right here, in our own nation, in the state of Michigan to be exact. Here is a recent speech that was given at a pro-Hamas rally where, on American soil, the words “Death to America” are being called: https://twitter.com/MarinaMedvin/status/1777062221111087507

I use the phrase “pro-Hamas” instead of pro-Palestinian because that is what the narrative has become. At the majority of these protests in our nation and other nations, it is not just Palestinian flags being carried, Hamas flags are everywhere. Flags of terrorists being waved proudly and yet, people seem to be okay with this in those places, including our nation? Complacency. Are they complacent or are they cowards afraid to speak up and stand up? Because when you stand up for God, Adonai, HE STANDS WITH YOU!

I remember the rally call that was upon the lips of almost every American after 9/11. It was:
“Never forget”. Yet… it clearly appears there is a great majority of our nation that has forgotten.
Not only have we forgotten the terrorists that came and attacked us on that dark day, we have forgotten the ideologies the people who attacked us believed in. Those same ideologies are here in our nation today, spreading all over our land like a cancer of darkness preaching hatred, division and violent aggression, mostly about the Jewish people, but also about any of us who support them, the nation of Israel and believe in the love of Adonai and our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. Protests demanding the entire nation of Israel be completely destroyed are plaguing our cities from coast to coast and those who share these same ideologies also hold seats in our Congress and other positions in our nation’s leadership.

Can you understand why God is shaking us?

Can you see why God is speaking to us from the heavens? Warning us to pay attention?

He is trying to wake us up! He is trying to warn us of what is happening right now, right here before our very eyes. This evil that is infiltrating our nation, this spirit of antisemitism, it must be battled and can be defeated with the love and power of Jesus Christ!

Years ago, the things being shouted at these rallies would have been considered unthinkable:
“Gas the Jews!” “Death to America!” “Resistance by any means necessary!” “There is only one solution! Communist Revolution!” “Rape is justified!” “Jews are Nazi’s!” Think I may be exaggerating?
Please visit this site for yourself and watch the daily videos which are posted
from around the world, but mostly from cities here in America like New York: https://twitter.com/ShirionOrg
This was one of the latest posts made and something I thought I would share for all my praying readers
so they could join us in prayer that Jesus will stop this:

We do not engage in rallying our spiritual troops the way these people conduct their rallies of destruction and hate. We conduct ours on our knees in daily prayer. We conduct ours by empowering ourselves daily in God’s HOLY Word because it is the BEST weapon of warfare ever to be found in this world and beyond! We conduct ours by attending church and gathering together to pray for these people and their hearts. We can pray for Jesus to manifest Himself in dreams and visions. He’s done it before and over 200 people came to Christ! We can pray for their events to have supernatural power that shuts them down. We can pray for their eyes and ears to be opened to the truth of Jesus Christ for He is the way the truth and the life! (John 14:6) We battle them, not with the same hate they carry for us, but with the love and power that can only come from our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ!

Ephesians 6:12 “For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers over this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places.”

Ephesians 6:10-18  “Finally, be strong in the Lord and in the strength of his might. Put on the whole armor of God, that you may be able to stand against the schemes of the devil. For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers over this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places. Therefore take up the whole armor of God, that you may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand firm. Stand therefore, having fastened on the belt of truth, and having put on the breastplate of righteousness, “

Today’s solar eclipse passed over Washington D.C. at 3:30pm their time. I sincerely hope that President Biden and all those in positions of power took the time to watch it, but more importantly I am praying that there will come an awakening to their souls and to their hearts, so they will turn to God’s Holy Word, the Bible, to learn more about what took place today and begin to understand the significance of what happened and why.
My prayer is that they will pay attention to the warnings of God because they are some of the very ones I believe God is trying to wake up and warn to pay attention to their words, choices and actions the most. So many of them keep leading our nation farther and farther away from God and His Holy Word. God is warning them. Wake up! Pay attention!

Joel 2:30-31  “And I will show wonders in the heavens and on the earth, blood and fire and columns of smoke. The sun shall be turned to darkness, and the moon to blood, before the great and awesome day of the Lord comes.”

This solar eclipse took place today on Monday, April 8, 2024. This is also the last day of the Jewish month of Adar and when the sun sets this evening it will begin the first day of Nisan, which is the month of Passover–another time of miracles! For those of us who are not seeing this eclipse as something magical, because God does NOT do magic! And for those of us who do not see it as the power of the universe, because God CREATED the universe, and HE has the power to control it! And for those of us who worship God, Adonai and our Lord and Savior, His Only Son, Jesus Christ, Who, by His blood broke all curses and through His death on the cross, became the bridge from God to man, we know that this eclipse is NOT “mother nature” It – IS – GOD, ADONAI!
We are the ones who are going to be receiving the miracles of God in this season! Amen and Amen!

Even though no one I heard spoke anything at all about God’s power or majesty, I heard many speak about how moved they were to witness just an awesome display in the heavens. Many said they were, in fact, quite emotional. Whether they realize or not, or whether they would admit it or not, the emotions they were feeling are directly connected to our innate spirit that God, Adonai, our Creator has placed within each and every one of us. He created us and everything which exists in this universe and beyond, so when we see something so truly awesome, whether people will acknowledge it is Him or not, our innate spirit that He created within us is deeply moved and that proves we are all still connected to Him and can be reached for Him! I also would like to add that while doing some studies with Samuel in school following the eclipse, we found some videos of people who described it as a celestial event. That at least was something acknowledging the heavens and the divine!

It is said that it will be 129 years before many parts of our nation will get to see another total solar eclipse happen again, and yet, we have had two in the past 7 years. I said it before and I will say it again, it is not a cosmic coincidence! It is not a coincidence at all! It is the hand of our Almighty God speaking to us! Trying to communicate with us… warning us. What is the warning? The first verse that comes to my mind is this:
Zechariah 1:3 “Therefore tell the people: This is what the LORD Almighty says: ‘Return to me,’ declares the LORD Almighty, ‘and I will return to you,’ says the LORD Almighty.”

Thank you for taking the time to read my blog! If you are a regular reader, I wanted to share with you that I am celebrating this is my 50th blog post! If you are not a regular reader, I hope that you will visit my blogsite again and enjoy reading some of my other posts! God bless you and Jesus LOVES you more than you could possibly imagine!

*Cover photo: Nasa’s James Webb space telescope of the Eclipse

Exodus 13:16, Revelation 13:16, Jewish Tefillin (Phylacteries) & the Mark of the Beast

The other day while studying the book of Exodus, God, Adonai revealed something to me that I had not seen before in His Word. It may have been taught by others out there, but I had not seen this or learned it from someone else. God showed it to me and directed me to write this blog… and so I am!

This shouldn’t be a long blog like some of my others, but I assure you that the information in this is incredibly important and I hope that you will read it with a copy of your Bible in your hand. As I have written in previous blogs, I love my Jewish Christian translation of the Bible because it is a very close translation to the original Hebrew texts and so that is what I will be using for this blog.

When one is reading the book of Exodus and they come to the chapter 13, the Lord, God, Adonai has just delivered the Israelites from slavery in Egypt and is beginning to give His people, the Israelites some foundations of His commands, not the 10 commandments yet, but commands for the people to remember, observe and obey for the rest of their days and to teach all generations. These are commands for the people to remember about the days of miracles, mercy and power in which the Lord, God, Adonai, delivered His people, the Israelites out of the bondages of slavery in Egypt. Days when they witnessed His power, judgment and mercy through the 10 plagues of Egypt. Egypt, by the way, in Hebrew, means bondage. But now, the people of God were free! Living for the first time in 430 years as free people!

It is written in Exodus 13:3 “Moses said to the people, ‘Remember this day, on which you left Egypt, the abode of slavery; because Adonai, by the strength of His hand, has brought you out of this place.”

Moses tells the people to remember, when God leads them into the promised land that He has for them, the land which would become the land of Israel, they are to always remember to celebrate Pesach or Passover so that they teach their children and all generations to follow how God, Adonai delivered them from Egypt and the oppression and bondages of slavery.

Exodus 13:8-9 says, “On that day you are to tell your son. ‘It is because of what Adonai did for me when I left Egypt.’ Moreover, it will serve you as a sign on your hand and as a reminder between your eyes, so that Adonai’s Torah may be on your lips; because with a strong hand Adonai brought you out of Egypt.”

Let’s take a closer look at a portion of that verse: “…it will serve you as a sign on your hand and as a reminder between your eyes.” (Jewish Christian Bible)

Now let’s jump a little further in the 13th chapter of Exodus and look at verse Exodus 13:16 “This will serve as a sign on your hand and at the front of your headband around your forehead that with a strong hand, Adonai, brought us out of Egypt.” (Jewish Christian Bible)

Again, in this verse Adonai, is telling the people to remember what He did for them so well, so prominently, that they would literally take Torah texts and place them upon their hand and on their forehead between their eyes.

Through the years Jewish men ages 13 years and older have been faithful to obey God’s Word to do this. They take small, black, leather, cube shaped cases, and using leather straps, they bind them to their hand (right hand if they are left-handed and left hand if they are right-handed) and they bind them to their forehead. They call these little cases Tefillin or phylacteries. The name phylactery derives from the Greek phylakterion, which means an amulet of protection. Jewish teens and men wear phylacteries still to this day according to the time when they are instructed to do so during weekday and Sunday morning prayers.

Alright. Before we begin the next part of this, let’s take a look at some very significant scriptures to understand how satan comes to steal everything good that God does.

john 10:10 “The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy. I came that they may have life and have it abundantly.” (Jesus is speaking this verse)

1 peter 5:8 “Stay sober! Stay alert! Your adversary the devil stalks about like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour.”

1 john 3:8 “The person who keeps on sinning is of the devil, for the devil from the beginning has kept on sinning. it was for this reason the Son of God appeared to destroy the works of the devil.” (Thank you, Jesus!)

Recently, I had heard a teaching that the mark of the beast, which is taught to us in the book of Revelation, and is to be placed upon the right hand or the forehead, was to try and steal away the placement of God’s Word being placed upon the hand and the head as instructed in the book of Exodus and also in Deuteronomy 6:8 “Tie them on your hand as a sign, and put them as a front of a headband around your forehead and write them on the door frames of your house and on your gates.“

Isn’t that exactly like satan? Exactly as it is written in God’s Word above, he is always trying to steal everything good that our Mighty and Awesome God does and commands us to do?

The teaching that I heard is also correct. That is exactly why the mark of the beast is going to be placed on the right hand or the forehead as it is written in Revelation 13:16-18 “Also forces everyone–great and small, rich and poor, free and slave–to receive a mark on his right hand or on his forehead preventing anyone from buying or selling unless he has the mark, that is, the name of the beast or the number of its’ name. This is where wisdom is needed: those who understand should count the number of the beast for it is a number of a person, and its number is 666.“

To steal away the placement of where God’s Word is supposed to be is the work of satan. Yet, as I write this, I wonder. How many people reading this really know the truth about what the mark of the beast is? (Yes, I am not capitalizing that on purpose. I never capitalize anything that satan is connected to. I don’t give him that kind of respect.)

You maybe be reading this, and you may not believe that the mark of the beast is real. I promise you. It is.
So, if you are reading this and you don’t know much about the mark of the beast, I hope that you will keep reading so that I can share a bit of truth about it because I assure you, it is real… and it is coming.
When, I don’t know, but we are getting closer every day. With the technology that is in place and with stories circulating the globe such as Sweden where thousands of Swedish citizens are electing, for a fee of $150, to implant microchips, the size of a grain of rice, into their hands between their thumbs and index fingers which hold their personal identification information, credit card information, and medical records, the foundation for the mark has begun. Don’t believe it? Here is the link where I highly recommend you take a moment to read the article for yourself: https://www.weforum.org/agenda/2018/05/thousands-of-people-in-sweden-are-embedding-microchips-under-their-skin-to-replace-id-cards/

This is also beginning to happen here at home in the USA at a company in Wisconsin called Three Square Market. They wanted to implant microchips into the hands of their employees to hold their identification, open employee doors, operate office equipment, even make purchases of a candy bars or a bags of chips all with a “flick of the wrist” and most of their employees jumped at the chance, it was described as “something cool and different”. Which is exactly how satan is going to disguise this to all those who do not understand the eternal consequences of it. Which is why I am writing this blog. To try and help people understand. To try and warn people. Here is the story of the Three Square Market being reported by NBC News:
https://www.cnbc.com/2017/08/11/three-square-market-ceo-explains-its-employee-microchip-implant.html

Let me be very clear to you. These chips which are being placed right now are not the mark of the beast–not yet anyway. But they are laying the foundation for it. They are preparing the way for it. They are making it, as the article said, “cool “. But soon, it won’t be something different. It will be something common. It won’t be that big of a deal to “Get Chipped”. And that is the trap. People will have become desensitized to the seriousness–the severity of this. They will begin to see it as something normal, something convenient and easy. No more wallet! No more carrying around identification cards or credit cards or even keys! How easy life is when all they will have to do is wave their hand over something and doors will open to them, purchases and money transactions can be made, and their identity will be known. As I write those words I am reminded of the scripture:

Matthew 7:13-14 “Go in through My narrow gate; for the gate that leads to destruction is wide and the road broad, and many travel it; but it is a narrow gate and a hard road that leads to life, and only a few find it.”

How easy it is to walk the broad road and enter the wide gate! How much more discipline it takes to follow Jesus, but how GREAT the reward!

According to the Word of God, anyone who takes the mark of the beast, anyone – at – all, no matter what their age, race, social status, it does not matter, if they take this mark, again, according to the scriptures, they instantly condemn their soul to hell. For taking the mark of the beast is not something that can be undone. It is a form of worship and allegiance to the anti-Christ who will be in leadership when these things come to pass. All of this, of course, will not happen until after Jesus Christ has taken His people from the earth in the rapture. Those whom He takes away will not have to endure this time of persecution. They will not be here. But those left behind will either choose the mark of the beast… or die.

Revelation 14:9-12 “Another angel, a third one, followed them and said in a loud voice, “If anyone worships the beast in its image and receives the mark on his forehead or on his hand, he will indeed drink the wine of God’s fury poured undiluted into the cup of His rage. He will be tormented by fire and sulfur before the holy angels and before the Lamb, and the smoke from their tormenting goes up forever and ever. They have no rest, day or night, those who worship the beast in its image and those who receive the mark of its name.” This is when perseverance is needed on the part of God’s people, those who observe His commands and exercise Yeshua’s faithfulness.” (Jewish Christian Bible)

“A third angel followed them and said in a loud voice: “If anyone worships the beast and its image and receives its mark on their forehead or on their hand, they, too, will drink the wine of God’s fury, which has been poured full strength into the cup of his wrath. They will be tormented with burning sulfur in the presence of the holy angels and of the Lamb. And the smoke of their torment will rise for ever and ever. There will be no rest day or night for those who worship the beast and its image, or for anyone who receives the mark of its name.”  This calls for patient endurance on the part of the people of God who keep his commands and remain faithful to Jesus.” (NIV)

God’s Word is exceptionally clear on the matter! He does not beat around the bush or mix His words. It’s all right there and it is the truth! People can either read it and choose to believe His merciful teachings–and warnings… or not. Which is why I do what I do and keep writing and teaching and singing the good Word of God and the light and love of the Gospel of Jesus Christ! My hope is that more people will choose to believe and follow after Jesus and follow God’s AWESOME Holy Word!

Before I continue, I would like to state that there is much more that can be taught about the mark of the beast, the anti-Christ and the days after the rapture. God has led me to write about these things, but not in a blog. He has plans for me to write about them in the seventh book of The Intercessors book series. But before I move forward, I do want to address something important. It was brought to my attention years ago by someone who asked me if the rapture was real. The reason why they asked was because the word “rapture” is not actually written in the English translation of the Bible. The answer: YES, the rapture is real and it will happen.
Remember John 1:1 “In the beginning was the Word and the Word was with God and the Word was God.” God’s Word is an extension of Him. It is not something separate from Him it is Him and He is truth. John 17:17 “Sanctify them in the truth, Your Word is truth!”

Whatever God’s Word says happens, even if it hasn’t happened yet, it will happen, you can depend upon it…
because God said it would. Where does the Bible tell us that Jesus will return for us? Let’s look at a few verses that teach us about that:

 1 Thessalonians 4:13-18 “Brothers and sisters, we do not want you to be uninformed about those who sleep in death, so that you do not grieve like the rest of mankind, who have no hope.  For we believe that Jesus died and rose again, and so we believe that God will bring with Jesus those who have fallen asleep in Him.  According to the Lord’s word, we tell you that we who are still alive, who are left until the coming of the Lord, will certainly not precede those who have fallen asleep.  For the Lord Himself will come down from heaven, with a loud command, with the voice of the archangel and with the trumpet call of God, and the dead in Christ will rise first.  After that, we who are still alive and are left will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And so we will be with the Lord forever.  Therefore encourage one another with these words.“

John 14:1-3 “Don’t let yourselves be disturbed. Trust in God and trust in Me. In my Father’s House are many places to live. If there weren’t, I would have told you; because I am going there to prepare a place for you. Since I am going and preparing a place for you, I will return to take you with me; so that where I am, you may be also.” (JCB)

These are just a couple of verses but you can depend on God’s Word so much that even if something is written in it once, you know it is truth and will happen.

We get the word “rapture” from the Medieval Latin word “rapturo” which derived from the Greek meaning to “quickly be caught up” or “quickly taken away”. There was a Latin translation of the Bible and so this is where the word use comes from. Make no mistake about it, even if you don’t find the word “rapture” printed in the Bible, the meaning of it is there and it is an event which will take place. After that will come seven years of literal hell on earth for those who are left behind, including the forcing of people to take the mark of the beast, forced by the one called the anti-Christ.

The choice will be made clear, choosing not to take the mark means they are choosing to stand for Jesus Christ and choosing to take the mark is choosing to stand for the anti-Christ. If people refuse to take the mark of the beast and claim Jesus Christ, their physical bodies will be put to death, but their souls will receive eternal life in heaven. If they take the mark of the beast their physical bodies will receive temporary life on earth, but they condemn their souls to eternal punishment in hell.

I can’t even begin to imagine living on earth during those days and I don’t want anyone I love, care about, or even know to have to endure it either. They will be horrifying. Again, the written work the Lord has given me to expand on the teachings of those days will be done in The Intercessors book Journey 7 and I am still working on book 4. I think it is safe to say I have a lot of work yet to do! But you don’t have to wait on me for my writings. Open up the Bible and study it for yourself and if you don’t understand what is written in it, you can write to me and there are also dozens of good, honest teachings upon the book of Revelation which can help you. I highly recommend the teachings of Pastor John Hagee who has been teaching on the End Days, the Rapture, the Book of Revelation, and the days of Tribulation for most of his life. You can find his teachings anywhere online and videos on YouTube.

Alright, so, let’s recap what we know so far:

*God commands the Israelite men on prayer days, to bind portions of the Torah to their hands and their foreheads between the frontlets of their eyes.
*There will be a day when Jesus Christ comes to suddenly take away, or rapture, His children and take them to heaven.
*There will be an anti-Christ who will take control after the rapture and force people to take what is called
the mark of the beast.
*satan tries to steal the beauty of God’s command to bind His Word to the hand and the forehead and places his command for the mark of the beast to be placed upon the right hand and the forehead.
*People who take the mark are choosing to stand with the anti-Christ and will live but condemn their souls’ eternity to hell. People who refuse to take the mark to stand with Jesus Christ will be put to death but redeem their souls’ eternity to heaven.

All of these things are real. All of these things will come to pass.

Now, here is what I did NOT know and what God revealed to me the other day and instructed me to share with you. In the beginning books of the Bible, God gives His people the teachings about binding His Word to their hands and their foreheads in Exodus 13:16. Do you see that? Then He teaches us about the mark of the beast being placed upon the right hand and the forehead, which is going to condemn the souls of all who take it in Revelation 13:16! Do you see that?!

Maybe it’s just me, but when I find things like that in God’s Word, I get excited! I get excited because I know that in ancient Hebrew there is no word for coincidence because there is no coincidence with God! And there is no coincidence that in the second book of the Bible in the 13the chapter the 16th verse He teaches about something that is going to be affected by the last chapter of the Bible in the 13th chapter in the 16th verse!
Especially when you think that the Exodus of Israel was to have taken place in 1446 BC and thereafter the writing of the Torah, and John’s vision on Patmos and the writing of the book of Revelation took place in
AD 95! The books are different with different authors, but the alignment of the teaching to be in the same chapter and the same verse is nothing short of incredible!

Our God is an incredibly amazing God! But I’m sure if you know Him, I don’t have to tell you that!

So, before I close let me ask you some very important questions to contemplate.
Do you know Jesus Christ as your Lord and Savior?
If something were to happen to you, where would your soul go?
If the rapture took place, would you go with Jesus or be left behind?
If you were left behind, would you have the strength to stand with Jesus Christ and not take the mark of the beast?

I have often heard Pastor Larry Huch say, “If you are not willing to live for Jesus now, why do you think you would be willing to die for Him then?”

That’s an excellent question.

I just want to ask these questions because they are the most important questions you could ask yourself.
But here are a few more.
If you are married, does your spouse know Jesus?
If you are a parent, are you teaching your children to know Jesus?
If not, do you want them to have to endure the atrocities that are going to take place after the rapture occurs?
If you think things are bad in the world now, imagine magnifying that by a million, that might cover it.
It is going to be horrible, truly horrible. A time when satan rages over the entire earth as never before.

And the last group of questions that I have for you are these:
Do you have any idea how much Jesus Christ loves you?
Do you know that if you were the only one on earth who needed salvation, He would have still come to earth and died in the exact same way just – for – you?
Do you know how easy God has made it for us to receive salvation and forgiveness for our sins?
Do you know that you don’t have to be in a church to come to Jesus? You can come to Him anywhere at any time.
Do you know that you can come to Jesus exactly as you are? The love of Jesus is a powerful thing and when we call to Him, He is right there to meet us. No matter what. No questions asked. No requirements. No qualifications.

Just come. Trust me. If you don’t know Him. Just come to Him. He is more than worth it.

People often say, “God sends people to hell”. That is so untrue. God has made every provision possible, including giving us His one and only cherished Son to die for our sins. He has given us His Word which is an instruction book on how to get to heaven! He has done everything He can to give us a clear, direct pathway to heaven. His mercies are new every morning, His grace knows no bounds. His forgiveness is unending. His love has no measure. It is such a false statement to say, “God sends people to hell”. No, people choose it.”

I hope that while this blog is probably one of the shortest that I have written in a while that it still impacting. My hope and prayer is that if you are reading this, you already know Jesus Christ as your Lord and Savior and that whenever the time comes and you stand before Him, He will know you, welcome you into His kingdom of glory and say, “Well done my good and faithful child!”

If you don’t know Him, my other hope and prayer is that you would open your heart to Him, for I can tell you that the best life you can live is to live a life for Jesus Christ, Yeshua Hamashiach our Lord, Savior and Messiah! If you ever would like to talk to me about asking Jesus into your heart, you can email me directly at: thehuggabears@gmail.com and I will be more than happy to help you in any way I can!

Thank you for taking the time to read this and may the love, grace, mercy, peace and protection of Jesus Christ be with you now and always!

‘“The Lord bless you and keep you;
 the Lord make his face shine on you
    and be gracious to you;
the Lord turn his face toward you and give you peace.”’ Numbers 6:24-26

“Sheep and Goats, Wheat and Chaff, Blessings and Curses” – The Nations Are Being Tested

When I was 8 years old and in the third grade, I did a report upon Abraham Lincoln. I loved going to the library and I remember visiting the local Saguaro Branch, looking in the card catalog, (my younger readers can Google what that is!) and found where the books were on President Lincoln.

After I found the books I needed, I began pursuing some of the other reference books on the aisle the library had on the shelves about world leaders, but then I came across a book about man named, Adolf Hitler. I remembered hearing his name come up among the adults in my life– always spoken with a negative tone, and out of curiosity, I pulled the book off the shelf to take a peek inside.

I would never be the same again.

As I turned the pages, I saw black and white photos of people– normal looking families, being taken from their homes. Photos of these families marching down streets with a large star on the front side of their clothes. I saw photos of them waiting for trains… then photos of them on trains, then in strange looking prison camps wearing black and white striped garments with numbers tattooed on their arms. With every page that I turned the photos became more confounding, yet I couldn’t stop turning them.

The next pages contained photos that revealed horrors my 8-year-old mind could hardly comprehend. Starved, skeleton like bodies with shaven heads, sunken eyes and open mouths, stacked upon each other like firewood, so many it was impossible to count them, piled upon the ground or wagons, while men in uniforms looked at them, emotionless. There were trenches so wide and deep they seemed more like canals that were being used as mass graves where these bodies were being taken and dumped, disposed of like trash. There were piles and piles of shoes, eyeglasses, mounds of suitcases, barrels of pulled golden teeth, and mountains of human hair, gathered, photographed, documented and placed on the pages of the book before me, all depicting horrors that I could not possibly comprehend.

I slumped down into a little ball on the floor, it was as if I was hiding the book that I was studying. I think subconsciously, I knew I was looking at something I shouldn’t see. As I sat there trying to process what I was seeing, I began to read the information on the pages surrounding the photos and realized these were the same families that had been in the striped garments in the prison. The same families that had been placed on the trains. The same families that were marched down the streets and pulled from their homes. They were all Jews.

My young mind was whirling with the impossible question of: why? Why would anyone want to hurt people like this? Who could be so horrible to do such a thing? What was so bad about the Jewish people that they needed to be killed? I had learned so many stories of the Old Testament in Sunday School. Weren’t the Jewish people the chosen people of my God? The same God in my Bible? Weren’t they the children of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob? Wasn’t my precious Jesus, my Lord and Savior, the King of the Jews? Why would anyone hate them so much that they would do these horrible things to them and kill them?

Not that any answers would have been able to satisfy me. There is no justification for evil or killing, I knew that. I had learned the Ten Commandments and knew #5 Thou Shall Not Kill. Even at the age of eight years old I knew what I was seeing was the evidence of the work of evil hands and it affected me greatly. I was already deeply impacted, grieved, and angered by what I had been studying about slavery in America while studying about Abraham Lincoln and now I again transformed by what I had seen about the Jewish Holocaust. Again, I was angry and grieved. It impacted my heart, mind and soul. Those moments changed me forever.

Studying about slavery and the Holocaust at that age planted a deep hatred in my heart—not of people but against the principalities of racism, prejudice and antisemitism. Though I was too young to understand what those things were by definition, in my heart I knew that it was wrong to treat people differently or badly because of their skin color or because of their faith. It’s just wrong to treat people badly, period. I knew then and I know now that God made us all and loves us all, so much so that He sent His One and only Son to die for our sins so that we could receive forgiveness and eternal life. John 3:16 “For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son that whosoever believes in Him would not perish but have everlasting life.”

I couldn’t talk about what I saw in that book with anyone for a long time. I didn’t know how to put what I felt into words at that age, and I didn’t have the words to ask questions about it either. What I didn’t realize until years later, was that moment, though painful, was not just an awakening for me to understand the reality of the horrors that had taken place in our world, it was also spiritual awakening. It was part of God’s plan. He was reaching me, teaching me, preparing me for things to come.

I did begin asking my mother different questions about the Jewish people and the nation of Israel. My mother had been taught well by both my grandma and the pastor of our church, Bro. Hurschel Diffie.
“The Bible teaches us that we should always stand with the nation of Israel and the Jewish people, always, because they are God’s chosen people,” she would tell me. And I always have.

From that day in the library on there was a constant hunger to learn all I could about World War II and the events which led to the Holocaust. I watched documentaries, read books, saw accurate war movies and loved singing music from the era. Now, please don’t misunderstand. I don’t want to present myself as some sort of an expert on World War II, but I would say that I know a bit about it. I explain that to you because in all the days of my studying about Hitler, how he developed his Nazi party from a group of seven people–him being one of the seven, and grew it into a regime of evil that killed over 10 million people, over 6 million of that number being Jewish people, and out of the 6 million an estimated 1.5 million were Jewish children and babies, how he brainwashed millions of others to join his hate cause toward the Jews, how he built and hid from the world for so long the concentration camps which were highly functioning mass killing factories, all with one main goal, to destroy the Jewish people and wipe them from the face of the earth, I really had hoped that the antisemitic spirit of hate would not return to the world in that form. But the terrible reality is… it never left.

In my sophomore year of high school my family moved to a home which displaced me from the school district of the high school I attended, and I had to change high schools. When all of this took place, it was a very difficult transition for me as I was already going through so much in my life that was incredibly challenging. Yet, looking back on it now, I can clearly see why God allowed this transition to take place. He needed to educate me, to wake me up and give me a much broader understanding of people in general than I had before.

I left a high school called Arcadia, which was a school where many wealthy students attended (though I was not one of the wealthy) and went to a new school called Camelback. The population of Camelback was almost double that of Arcadia and the ethnicity was also much more diverse. This was what I needed. This was what God wanted me to have and it was good for me. Up until my sophomore year the students in my classes were predominantly Caucasian. I did have a few Jewish friends at Arcadia who are still my friends today, but one of the most important things that God wanted me to learn from my attending Camelback was that, sadly, the spirit of antisemitism was still alive and surging among young people. This was something I did not see happening at Arcadia. At Arcadia the Jewish kids were looked up to, respected and celebrated–at least the ones I knew were. I’m sure Steven Spielberg would tell a different story as his experiences with Arcadia High School were much different. Sadly, I don’t really know if there were any Jewish kids at Camelback. If there were, I never had the blessing of knowing them.

There were gangs back in those days called the Crypts and the Bloods, and there were other kids that had gangs on campus, but those students didn’t concern me. It was the White Supremacist kids who called themselves “skin heads” that did. There weren’t many of them, only a few. They never came near me, and I never went near them, but I prayed for them. I prayed for them because they proudly wore the Swastika on their clothes, they drew it on their body–or tattooed it, and one guy I remember had what appeared to be a scar in the shape of the Swastika on the side of his shaved head. These students concerned me because I knew too much truth about the Nazi’s, their ideology and the evil spirit of antisemitism, and I wondered… where did they learn this? Did they read about it in books, documentaries and movies like I did? Or were they being taught this hate at home? Here was the difference between them and me: I had learned about it and was repulsed by it, but they had learned about it and were not only embracing it, they were representing it–proudly.

Seeing the sign of the Swastika being worn so proudly by kids my age in my high school both confused and sickened me. The Swastika was a symbol found in many ancient civilizations that was not originally used as a symbol of evil, but once Hitler gave his spin on it, the symbol can hardly be recognized as anything else and was once banned in many countries. These kids were not wearing Swastikas of ancient civilizations. They were wearing the same symbol and colors as the one Hitler created for his movement, a symbol of pure evil.
To me, seeing Hitler’s Swastika is just as evil as seeing a pentagram. They both represent forces of satan. Forces that want to destroy God’s chosen people, the Jews, and wipe them off the face of the planet. To be connected to the name “Nazi” is to be connected to the spirit of antisemitism which is a demonic spirit of hate.

For years, the confusion in me remained, why would kids my age want to harbor hatred toward the Jewish people? It was a question that stirred in my mind and heart, yet I knew could never be answered because there was no answer for it. There is no reason to hate Jewish people. There is no reason to hate people, but especially people who only make up 0.2% of the population, do not cause harm to anyone, do not force their faith on others, and also make great positive contributions to society and culture. What would our world be without the irreplaceable talents of our Jewish leaders, scientists, inventors, teachers, mathematicians, doctors, designers, musicians, composers, writers, artists, dancers, actors, actresses, and directors? (my personal favorite: Steven Spielberg!) And of course, I couldn’t possibly forget Jewish bakers, cooks and chefs who bless our taste buds, and Jewish businesspeople who build successful companies to produce and provide us all with excellent products and teach us about quality service! It is just as Adonai told Abraham in the scripture: “AND THROUGH YOU ALL THE NATIONS WILL BE BLESSSED!” Genesis 22:18.

As time moved on and I married the love of my life, Josh Cox, and we were blessed with our three precious “bears”, Aven, MaCaedyn and Samuel Braeden, my love for the Jewish people, the nation of Israel, and my desire to know more about World War II grew stronger. I was blessed to be able to homeschool all three of our children from kindergarten to graduation. In their studies of world and American history I taught them much about the World Wars with years of focus upon World War II. We had the privilege of being able to sing for World War II Veterans several times a year, for five years through Honor Flight Arizona. Meeting those Veterans and having the opportunity to treat them like the celebrities that they are was one of the greatest blessings of our ministry– and the history that we learned from them was priceless and irreplaceable!

When I first started understanding that there was a larger movement of Nazi antisemitism swelling to the surface here in our nation, I wondered how it impacted those particular WWII Veterans. At every concert the Veterans we met would always ask us with tear filled eyes to “Pray for those we left behind.” Those days may have been decades ago, but for them, they were still very fresh and deeply ingrained in their minds and etched onto their hearts and souls. I wondered how they felt about the ideals of the very enemy they fought against and lost friends and brothers to being celebrated and represented here in their country, the land of the free and home of the brave. The country they sacrificed so much to protect from such horrific ideals. I’m sure they were shocked and frustrated but I also wondered if they were sickened and deeply grieved. Sickened to see that same Nazi symbol was openly being worn by those living here in the nation that they fought so diligently to keep free from such hatred and oppression.

When my children were old enough, I began to teach them about the Holocaust. Josh and I felt it was extremely important for them to understand the truth of all that happened. My children and I even created a book for “tweens” titled: The Time Transporters about Nicholas Winton, an Englishman who organized the rescue of 669 Czechoslovakian Jewish children from Hitler’s death camps. Honestly, they created quite a story! If you would ever like to read it, you can find it here on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Time-Transporters-Trek-London-1939-ebook/dp/B01HTDK2SK/ref=sr_1_2?crid=250BFE34C4XV2&keywords=The+Time+Transporters&qid=1699931045&s=books&sprefix=the+time+transporters%2Cstripbooks%2C132&sr=1-2

Josh and I also began branching out to join some ministries and groups that work to support Israel and stand against antisemitism. Groups like the World Jewish Congress www.worldjewishcongress.org and the AIPAC which is the American Israel Public Affairs Committee aipac.org both are organizations which work to battle antisemitism and the AIPAC advocates pro-Israel policies in our American branches of government. We also love to support Larry Huch Ministries which focuses on several projects within the lands of Israel and to assist Jewish people who want to make Aliyah to their homeland possible. https://larryhuchministries.com/
We support Sid Roth Ministries whose work is to bring the Gospel of Jesus Christ to Jewish people in America and in Israel, and we learn so much from the ministry of Messianic Jewish Rabbi Jonathan Cahn who works to teach all the prophecies of God that are being fulfilled every day. We highly recommend all these ministries to you as well!

We learned from Pastor Larry Huch that when a person understands the teachings of the Jewish roots of the Christian faith quickly and embraces them, that means they are called to teach them. So, for the past four years, we have been doing exactly that. In our home, through our Huggabear Children’s Project ministry, through our Huggabear Friends show on YouTube, in our music, and now through my Intercessors books, we have been teaching the Jewish roots of our faith to anyone who will listen. Those who come, love all that they are learning and understand that the Old Testament is the foundation which the New Testament was built. The Old Testament is the shadow of things to come, and the New Testament is the fulfillment of those things. A lovely rhyme teaches it like this, “The Old Testament concealed, the New Testament revealed,” and it is all revealed through the teachings, life, death and resurrection of Jesus Christ!

God led us to many wonderful teachers both Christian and “Completed” or Messianic Jews who have educated and trained us in both the Torah, and writings of the Old Testament, and in the New Testament. For me, learning the Jewish roots of our Christian faith was like when Dorothy stepped out of her little house from the Sepia tones into the brilliant full color of the land of OZ in the movie the Wizard of Oz. It was literally like pulling back the veil to have so much more understanding of our great and Mighty God–and why wouldn’t we want that?! We LOVE our AWESOME God and want to know all we can about Him!

Josh and I have been working hard to share all the knowledge of the Jewish roots of our faith, teaching everything that the Jewish people celebrate–which are the same things our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ celebrated. The holidays and traditions are very beautiful and so special. They hold such meaning and I feel like knowing both the Jewish faith and the Christian faith has made me complete. We are fulfilling the verses of Ephesians 2:14-18 ^”For He Himself is our peace, who has made us both one and has broken down in His flesh the dividing wall of hostility by abolishing the law of commandments expressed in ordinances, that He might create in Himself one new man in place of the two, so making peace, and might reconcile us both to God in one body through the cross, thereby killing the hostility. And He came and preached peace to you who were far off and peace to those who were near. For through Him we both have access in one Spirit to the Father.”
What these verses are teaching us is that in the law of the Old Testament where people had to be put to death for their sins, that no longer applied because when Jesus came and died on the cross, He became the Ultimate sacrifice and paid the price for all the sins of mankind for all time. This verse also teaches us that it is the will of God to bring Jew and Gentile together through the sacrifice of Jesus Christ on the cross, with Jews accepting Jesus as their Messiah and Gentiles coming to accept the Jewish roots of their faith–and Jewish people ARE coming to accept Jesus Christ as their Messiah in droves! If you would like to learn more about this beautiful, powerful movement, please visit the One For Israel ministry: https://www.oneforisrael.org/

This verse, to create “One New Man” from the two and tear down the wall between us is what our new work for our LaFon-Cox Ministries and The Huggabear Children’s Project, Inc. ministries are founded upon. We want to bring Jewish people to Christ, we want to bring Christians to embrace the Jewish roots of our faith, and we want to bring those who do not know Jesus Christ to accept Him as their Lord and Savior! Jesus Christ was a Jew, born to Jewish parents, who never stopped being Jewish. All of Jesus’ disciples were Jews who never stopped being Jews, they believed and stood upon the Old Testament, and they wrote the New Testament! They understood the power that comes from embracing everything within the two! Christianity is an extension of the Jewish faith for all people!

After becoming affiliated with the Larry Huch Ministries, Rabbi Jonathan Cahn’s Ministries, AIPAC and the World Jewish Organization we quickly learned that antisemitism was higher overall in countries around the world than it was during the days of Nazi Germany. The facts were alarming and overwhelming. When we first learned these facts, it took my mind some time to process it. No, Lord. It can’t be! We can’t allow this kind of hatred to surge toward Your beloved people again. And then I began to ask “Why is this happening again? Why is it that other people in the world still hate them so much?“

And then God reminded me. “Because they are My chosen people.”

And I remembered. It is impossible for a person to be God’s chosen and not have satan despise you immensely. The devil hates all of us, always, and he really hates all those of us who walk closely with the Lord– Christians too. Now imagine from the beginning of time, the favor of God, being declared by God, upon the Jewish people, the descendants of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob who became Israel. Rabbi Jonathan Cahn teaches it like this, “Evil is real and it is real specific. Why is it so bent on destroying the Jewish people? Because the Jewish people were called into existence by God to be the witnesses of His reality and the vessels of His purposes.” Satan hates the favor of God, so he wants nothing more than to destroy those who have it. Because the Jewish people are God’s chosen, they carry the favor, the blessings and the Covenant of God… so there it is.

It is because the Jewish people are declared God’s chosen people in His Word and throughout history, time and time again, and God has proven that they are the “apple of His eye” (Deut. 32:10) because they are so very precious to Him. So, because satan hates God, he wants to destroy what is precious to God and he wants to destroy the Jewish people more than anyone else in the world. And how does he go about doing that? By attacking the hearts of those who do not walk closely with the Lord and filling their hearts, minds, and souls with hatred toward the Jewish people by filling them with the satanic spirit of antisemitism. We know satan wants to wipe the Jewish people off the face of the earth–and history proves this to be true.

When the events of October 7, 2023, unfolded in Israel, of course, it broke our hearts and shook our souls.
But then, from that very moment the world began to witness something which, to my mind, was unfathomable: the celebrations of the attacks on Israel, the blame of Israel for the attacks, and anti-Israel protests. I was even more heartbroken to see some of those celebrations took place right here in my country, a country that is supposed to be an ally of Israel. A nation that is not only politically connected, but spiritually connected. The problem is, not many people understand that… or believe it.

Pastor Larry Huch says it in a way that sums it up clearly, “Israel is the only nation that has to defend itself for defending itself.” It’s true. He also states, “If those who oppose Israel would lay down their weapons against Israel, there would be peace. But if Israel were to lay down their weapons… there would be no Israel.” That is also true. Every single time that Israel has been involved in a war since 1948 it has been because someone – else – attacked – them- first. If the attacks which took place in Israel took place here in America, there would be no question to our annihilation of Hamas. There would be no “pause” no “ceasefires” called for. No other nations telling us how and what to do and if they did, our government officials would not listen to a single word spoken. Why? Because the attacks which took place on October 7th were so barbaric, so gruesome, so inconceivable to the normal, healthy, non-evil mind, that if they happened to our people as they slept in their homes, we would be demanding retribution. Yet, when it comes to Israel defending itself… it’s different. It’s always different because it’s Israel. And that is wrong.

After the attacks of 9/11 America’s resolve to bring down Bin Laden and his regime of evil was strong and there was no stopping us. So why is this any different for Israel? It is not.

Something that is unfathomable to me is that with all the evidence produced to the world, there are still those through the years and in our present time who will still deny the Holocaust took place. That is not just a spirit of denial, that is what happens when hatred has entered into a heart. “The one who conceals hatred has lying lips, and whoever utters slander is a fool.” Proverbs 10:18.

In the beginning of Hitler’s demonic idea to begin eradicating Jews, the SS mobile killing units were constantly lining Jewish people up and having German soldiers shoot them. Day after day this went on and the officers began to notice that this particular form of execution was taking a toll on their troops who were turning to drink. I guess even demons will drown their sorrows in alcohol. Their drinking was becoming quite a problem for Hitler as it isn’t an effective way to take over the world when your soldiers are drunk all the time, not to mention the fact that the shooting of Jews on a daily basis was not a cost-effective way of exterminating an entire race of people, after all, bullets cost money and bullets were needed to kill their other enemies on the front lines. In addition to that, they had to contend with all those nasty bodies which had to be disposed. What a terrible burden, right? I mean, killing Jews for a Nazi is supposed to be such a great privilege, but burying them? That’s beneath a Nazi! After all, Nazi’s don’t see Jews as human. They are mere vermin that need to be exterminated.

Large trenches were being dug in various places, but that too was taking up too much manpower and time of their German army. Why should Nazi soldiers waste time digging mass trenches to bury Jews when they could be out killing other enemies and conquering more territory to take over the world? What to do, what to do?
So much killing to be done, so much territory to be taken and they desired a sickening, streamlined, wickedly cost-efficient way to do it. Most human minds can’t function to come up with such diabolical plans of pure evil… but Hitler had such a circle of evil minds which surround him and was able to find one:
Heinrich Himmler. It was Himmler that Hitler turned to as his satanic architect to design the mass killing factories for the Jews.

Himmler’s first idea was to take a group of Jews and place them in the back of an army truck with a hose that would feed the truck’s exhaust fumes into the back where the Jews had been sealed inside. Himmler thought this took far too long, and wasted too much truck fuel, plus they had the task of trying to keep the Jews inside who kept trying to escape to saves their lives. Isn’t it unfathomable as you read this that these were deemed “problems” for these satanic people? But it’s all true, every word. And it was from putting the Jews in the back of the trucks to “gas” them from the trucks exhaust fumes that Himmler decided to come up with the mass killing factories of the gas chambers. He nefariously designed the extermination camps where he could not only quickly kill the Jews in mass, but also conveniently dispose of their remains by burning them in ovens. He wouldn’t use German soldiers to do that work though. The soldiers would take delight in the killing, after all, that was a something they could boast about, and how they were making the world a better place. But disposing of the remains of the Jewish bodies, for them, was like taking out the trash, something that was definitely beneath them. That would be a task they would assign to other Jews who would have to place the bodies of their own kinsmen into the ovens to burn, day after day after day.

The evidence of these killing factories is still there. You can see them, smell them, walk through and touch them. There are photographs, documented movies and the clothing, suitcases, eyeglasses, hair and other belongings are still there in the Auschwitz killing camp, yet… there are those who say the Holocaust never happened. All of these extermination camps in addition to Auschwitz still have remains to tour to this day: Treblinka, Sorbibor, Majdanek, were some of the extermination camps designed to kill. The remains of
Bergen-Belsen, Buchenwald, Dachau, and Ravensbruck concentration camps can all still be toured as well. Those are just a few. There were 14 early camps, 23 main camps which were so huge they all had sub camps. For example, Auschwitz had 44 sub camps. Dachau had 97 sub camps. Although some camps were created to do nothing but exterminate Jews, make no mistake, tens of thousands of Jews were still executed at all of the concentration camps– and they still have the death lists to prove it, not to mention the testimonies of those who survived some of those sections of hell on earth.

In the time of World War II, those who hated the Jewish people were known as Nazi’s. Today, they have many names, but the common denominator for it all is the spirit of antisemitism and the spirit of antisemitism in a simple description is to be anti-God, anti-Adonai, anti- the God of Israel.

We are living in a day and age of a new regime of evil. It doesn’t hide it like Hitler tried to because he didn’t want anyone to find out and try and stop him. Yes, it’s true, Hitler filmed everything, photographed everything, documented everything, which only left us the proof of all the evil works he ordered to be done. Still, he tried to hide his heinous acts from the rest of the world because he didn’t want anyone to stop him.
We live in a different age and are experiencing a different kind of evil that is even more incomprehensible, and it is called Hamas. This evil also takes photos and films everything, but it isn’t trying to hide anything. They put their barbaric massacres online live for the world to see immediately not concerned for one moment that anyone would come to try and stop them. Some called their family members, cheering, celebrating crying out to their loved ones, as to what they were doing. One was recorded as saying, “I just killed 10 Jews!” and their family members response? “I am so proud of you! I wish I could be there with you!”

Sick. Devious. Barbaric. Heinous. Grotesque. Wicked. Evil. How many words could I write here to describe what took place that day? Not enough could describe it.

Just one word I think works… satanic. This is satan’s work. These are satan’s hands, satan’s thoughts, actions and words.

What is even more unfathomable is that even though the voracious attacks of the satanic regime of Hamas was proudly filmed by those barbaric butchers and put out for the world to see, there are still thousands of people protesting all over the world and, I am ashamed to say, in the United States of America, who are still denying the attacks took place and that the atrocities that happened at all. Repulsive acts such as the beheading of precious, innocent babies, the greatest treasures our world has to hold. The torture and murders of innocent civilians, some being burned alive, and the brutal rape of women and little girls, so savage that one twelve-year-old girl was reported to having her legs being broken at the hip sockets, while there were multiple reports of women being so barbarically raped that their pelvises were broken. Still, even after those women suffered such atrocities, many of them were still shot in the head after it was over. Even though Hamas proudly displayed the videos to prove they did these heinous crimes, not just online, but in their region of Gaza where the people celebrated what they saw as if they were watching the Superbowl, pro-Hamas people all over the world and here in the United States, will still say it didn’t happen at all and even worse they blame Israel for it.

It’s absolutely surreal.

Sadly, the evil spirit of antisemitism is alive, surging and is now surfacing–no, exploding all over the world in percentages that the experts say they can’t even keep up with. It is like satan himself is shaking the lands of the nations with his destructive, slimy, evil hands.

All through the years of my life when I would watch a movie about WWII and the days of the Holocaust or read a book about those dark days, I knew if I had been alive and living in a place where I could do something to help the Jewish people, I would—and I knew that God would help me. God created me that way. And so now, I am.

Josh and I have launched a new ministry from our home to try and do what we can, along with the power of daily prayer, to speak out against and battle the spirit of antisemitism. We have started an online class to teach Biblical truths of God’s Word about Israel and the Jewish people. We are teaching the covenants of God, Adonai that He made with Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob who became Israel, the promise God made to give them the land of Canaan which would become the nation of Israel and how nothing man can do or say will ever be able to break those covenants. Not ever!

We are teaching about the Jewish holidays and traditions and how the Old Testament is the foundation for which the New Testament was built. We will also be teaching about the Spirit of Amalek, which is where the evil spirit of antisemitism derives, about the organized movement of those who came together at the Council of Nicea in 325 A.D. to begin the division between Christians and Jews, historical truths about the land of Israel both Biblically and politically and much more. We will just keep teaching until the Lord says so. If you would like information on how you can join our online class live or watch the videos of the classes once they are taught, please email me at: thehuggabears@gmail.com and I will be very happy to get you connected to it!

As I mentioned, we will be teaching what we have learned about the spirit of Amalek which is directly connected to the evil act of rape and murder, and we are speaking out against the atrocious acts of rape that Hamas conducted against innocent, beautiful Israeli women and children and condemn them for it all while other women and children advocates and activists remain silent! While we do not have a women’s group, we do have our nonprofit organization for children, The Huggabear Children’s Project, Inc. and our mission statement for our organization states:

It is the mission of The Huggabear Children’s Project, Inc. to listen for those who cry out in need, speak for those who have no voice, and protect and help those who cannot protect and help themselves, both the living and the unborn. We want to let the children of the world know that Jesus loves them more than they could possibly imagine!
Our children are the GREATEST treasures of this world! They are the leaders, teachers, inventors, ministers, artists, doctors, builders, creators, and workers of the future and they must be cherished, nurtured, taught, protected and guided. 
We believe if you make a positive difference in one child’s life, you not only can help direct and shape their future, you will make a direct impact on the world. It is also our mission to stand for an undivided Israel and stand up for Jewish families, God’s chosen people.
We receive great joy in serving children in need all over the world and right here at home in the U.S.A!
We also love serving and honoring our U.S. Veterans who provide us with the free lives we lead.
We hope you will join us in our work to bless children, let them know they are important, that Jesus loves them and to make a powerful and positive impact on their lives. 
We hope you will join us in this mission! When you love a child, you change the world!

We are clearly speaking OUT against the rape of these women and children and any men that may have also suffered this vile act as well.

Part of my work with Huggabears is to speak out against sexual abuse as I myself am not only a survivor of childhood sexual abuse, but through the healing power of the blood that Jesus Christ shed for me, I am becoming a victor over childhood sexual abuse. I wrote my testimony for others who are dealing with the pain and darknesses of this abuse so they can understand how Jesus can help them too. If you are interested in reading that blog you can find it here: https://angeliquelafoncox.wordpress.com/2022/12/07/howgodishealingme/

In addition to the online class Josh and I are teaching to battle antisemitism, God has also instructed me to completely revise my entire Intercessors Book series and add the teachings of the Jewish roots to those stories. I have only completed revision of the first book and am currently working on the second. If you would like to download a free ebook of the first book, The Intercessors Exordium you can do so at our website link: https://lafoncox.com/bookstore
(Printed copies are also available and can be ordered from that page as well.)

We who love our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, the King of Israel, must do more to stand up for Him, His nation, and His chosen people the Jews because they are our brothers and sisters of God. That is what it is going to take. Right now, we are living in days when the world is shaking, literally shaking with hatred, rage and violence. My hope is that Jesus Christ will work a miracle for His people and the world will see it– which hopefully might strike some fear of Him into their hearts, and hopefully might inspire them to call out to Him and fall to His salvation. I did hear about a testimony that took place in the region of the war where over 200 Palestinian Muslims had a dream that Jesus Christ manifested Himself to them and they gave their hearts to Him! Don’t believe it? Well, you can find this story in several places on YouTube and Google to listen to the testimonies for yourself. Have no doubts, though we may not see it or hear all of it, God IS at work in this war! He does not slumber nor sleep, and He will NOT fail His people or forget His covenant to them!

What is sad is that I see so many people– at least where I live that are not paying attention to any of these events. Even in my city, churches are going on with their sermon series’ and plans like what is happening with Israel and all these protests against the Jews are not something they see as an issue to teach upon or even mention in their services. Maybe they feel it’s too far away. Maybe they feel it doesn’t affect us. Maybe they think there are always problems in the Middle East and there always will be, so they will say a prayer for Israel and go on about their lives. Or maybe they don’t honestly understand the Biblical and spiritual significance about what is happening in Israel and the impact it is having on the world and the Biblical prophecies this war . Again, that is very sad because all you have to do to learn it is open your Bible and let God speak to your heart.

I feel this is why God laid it on my heart to write this blog. I know there are many people in other states and other parts of the world who understand the Biblical and spiritual significance of this war along with the political, economic and environmental significance that is attached to what is happening right now with Israel and the Jewish people. However, for those who may not understand it, or aren’t paying attention to it, I beg of you, please, pay attention! God is testing us right now and for those of us who love Him and serve Him, we must be in constant, and I do mean constant daily prayer for these matters.

There is a sorting going on among the peoples. Adonai has drawn a spiritual line in the sand for all mankind and is watching to see if we will cross it to stand with Him or not. The Bible teaches us in Matthew 3:12 “He is ready to separate the chaff from the wheat with his winnowing fork. Then He will clean up the threshing area, gathering the wheat into His barn but burning the chaff with never-ending fire.” And we learn in Matthew 25:32-33 “All the nations will be gathered before Him, and He will separate them one from another, as a shepherd divides his sheep from the goats.  And He will set the sheep on His right hand, but the goats on the left.“ These verses apply to more than just this situation going on with Israel, they apply to the choices we make with our souls, but we can also apply them to our personal stances with Israel right now.

This sorting or separating is exactly what we are seeing in the world today. The world is being tested–though they may not even realize it. God is looking at us all. He is watching, listening and He sees those of us who are wheat and those who are chaff. Those of us who are sheep and those who are goats. As for me, I am wheat. I am a sheep. I know that because I choose to stand with the God of Israel and my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, Yeshua Hamashiach, the Messiah of Israel, I am on the right side of this fight. That’s what it comes down to, those who choose to stand with the God of Israel, and those who don’t. Now you may say, “Well, I don’t agree with everything that the Israeli government is doing.” Does anyone always agree with everything a government does? Not usually. What is important for you to understand is that this stance is not a political one, it is a spiritual one, and it is one of the most important stances we will make in these days.

What I find interesting when following so many different articles and news reports is that at these protests which say they are “Pro-Palestine”, we see Palestinian flags flying with Hamas flags. Yet, when there are groups coming to stand for Israel, we see American flags flying with Israeli flags. At many of these
“Pro-Palestine” rallies they actually shout the words “We are Hamas!”. So, then what are they really telling us? Not just that they are against Israel. Not just that they are against Jews, but that they stand with terrorism. Are they also telling us that they too are terrorists? In addition to shouting words like “We are Hamas!” they also have been documented shouting phrases and projecting phrases upon buildings such as,
“Glory to the Murderers!” and “Glory to the Martyrs!”. When words like this are being shouting in our nation it is more than shocking. It should disturb and awaken every rational mind that seeks love and embraces peace for humankind. It is not an over-reach to state they are not pro-Palestine; they are pro-Hamas because that is the message which is proudly coming from their own mouths.

I always understood that our First Amendment right to protest was to protest peacefully. I understood our right to free speech was to not include hate speech. I do not think I am alone when I state that shouting the words “Glory to the murderers!” that is referring to people who slaughtered innocent Jewish people barbarically sounds like hate speech. I do not believe I am alone in stating that protests where people feel they have to hide in libraries or other facilities because of the violent language and acts that take place at these rallies and protests do not sound “peaceful”. Who in their right mind would shout such words as “Glory to the murderers”? To know that they are celebrating Hamas terrorists who lit people on fire while they were alive, raped women and children so severely they broke hip and pelvic bones, slaughtered, burned, and tortured innocent men, women and children and then sat down and ate at these family’s tables, among other atrocities that I won’t write in this blog, makes me feel like I’m living in an alternate universe.

Every day in nations all over the world, these protests are becoming more and more concerning. These people are not proving themselves to be peaceful in anyway shape or form. It is just the opposite. They are displaying acts and language which is full of rage, aggression and violence. There is a video I saw posted on an “X” account called Shirion Collective. This is an account of an Israeli man who is a pro-democracy advocate and battles antisemitism. This video was of a rally in London, England where a Pro-Palestinian man gave a speech, in English and said, “The massacres must continue!” This man wasn’t in Gaza. He was in London. So where exactly is he calling for these massacres to take place? Israel? London? It is hard to decide after hearing him speak. If you would like to watch the video and hear the entire speech, here is the link: https://x.com/ShirionOrg/status/1746297806510276891?s=20

The phrase “From the river to the sea, Palestine will be free” is something that also must be addressed. This statement is not a “catchy slogan” or something that doesn’t hold a significant meaning. It most assuredly does. I have heard it taught that it originated during the days of Yassir Arafat, whether or not that is confirmed makes no difference to the matter. What is important is the meaning behind the phrase. Anyone can look at a map of Israel and see that is referring to the borders of Israel from the Jordan River to the Mediterranean Sea on the other. When people chant that phrase, they are not just calling for the land to be theirs, they are calling for the total eradication of Israel and its people. (I guess they forget that about 30% of Israel’s citizens are Muslims.) Their message is that there should be no Israel, there should be no Jews. Period. I am not writing those words as not my personal opinion of their feelings. There are countless statements documented by Palestinian people and Palestinian supporters who state the words, “There is no Israel”.

Right now, I am not talking about the historical aspect of Israel or even the political aspect of Israel. To write the Biblical historical and political aspect of the land of Israel is a blog for another time, but if you really want to know the truth, you can find it. The history is of Israel is recorded in the Bible and recorded in the history books and in government documents throughout the years. Official, verifiable, truthful documentation which proves Israel is Israel. The Jewish people did NOT steal it, the Jewish people are NOT occupying or colonizing anyone else’s land. It is their own as promised to them by God, Adonai. But for now, I am keeping this blog focused upon the spiritual aspect of Israel and when the words “From the River to the Sea” are chanted it should cause all those who support Israel and the Jewish people to stand up and take action. It is not a phrase that should ever be spoken and all those who are speaking it now, God is hears it. God sees those who are speaking it and according to His Word, we know He will be the judge of them who do so. Nothing is said or done that He does not hear or see. He is separating the wheat from the chaff, the sheep from the goats.

It is not only heartbreaking but quite telling when we have seen videos of anti-Israel people tearing down the posters of those who have been taken hostage by Hamas. Since I began writing this blog, thank You, Lord, over 100 of those hostages, mostly children and women, have been released, due to the efforts of the IDF, to allow pauses from their attacks and to allow aid to enter the Gaza strip, which we can only hope will actually reach the innocents of the Palestinian people and not be confiscated by Hamas. But to see people tearing down posters of innocent children and babies, women and men who were taken by Hamas show us who they truly are. It shows us what is inside their hearts and what they have shown us is that they have no compassion for others. There is no care nor concern for these people as human beings, why? Because they are Jews and they see Jews as being less than human. They believe the lies and proganda being spread about Israel and the Jewish people that they are committing genocide, which is not true. They see Jews as their enemy which must be destroyed.

As for me, my mind cannot function to process and understand those who will tear down hostage posters and glorify murderers. I cannot understand people who would speak like that, feel like that, act like that and celebrate horror like that. I am totally and completely dumbfounded, brokenhearted, disgusted and bewildered by it all and yet, I know that what I must do, the BEST I can do is to pray for them. I can pray that the evil spirits which overshadow them, blinded them and twisted their minds until they have become depraved are bound and that the evil spirits are sent back to the pits of hell where they came from. I can pray that the power of the love and truth of Jesus Christ is released and manifested in their lives–and that is completely possible too! We must remember the verse Ephesians 6:12 “For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this age, against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places.” We must remember that these people, who are standing with these regimes of evil, could be saved by the blood and power of Jesus Christ. It is the evil spirits of antisemitism which have taken control of their minds. BUT! Our God IS GREATER! Our God is STRONGER! Our God IS able to overcome and our Lord, Jesus Christ is more than able to deliver them from such evil spirits.

Here is the proof that there can be victory over these evil spirits which are afflicting these people. I recently saw a powerful testimony of a former Hezbullah fighter who was coming to the United States to convert Christians to Islam and was arrested for having 30 passports. While in his jail cell, he testifies that Jesus came to him and ministered to him. He gave his heart and life to Christ and now is ministering the love of Jesus Christ to Muslims! “With God ALL things are possible!” Matthew 19:26 If you would like to watch this amazing testimony for yourself and listen to this man’s story as only he can tell it, I encourage you to take the time to do so. It will empower your faith! Here is the link to his story: https://www.bing.com/videos/riverview/relatedvideo?q=700+club+hezzbollah+fighter+testimony&mid=FDD67DDD73C50F1FEA88FDD67DDD73C50F1FEA88&FORM=VIRE

There is a great value of LIFE that is placed within every Jewish child from the time they are born. Actually, from the moment they are conceived. According to the scriptures, God tells us to pour out blood and not consume it because there is life in blood. Most Jews and Christians believe that which is why they fight so hard to protect life. This is why Israel gave up three hostages to every one hostage that Hamas gave, because they value life. Here are some military facts that you may not know. Because Israel values life they do their best to preserve it in the Gaza strip, no matter what is said to contradict that.

The first step they take is to send out media messages through phones and any other electronic device such as radio, television, etc. that may reach the Palestinian people in the Gaza region to let them know where they are mobilizing so they can have time to move out. They do this several days in advance with the warning to let them know to move in a specific direction for their safety. The next step they take is to drop tens of thousands of leaflets from the sky to the Palestinians giving them this same information to warn them and let them know they are coming so the innocent people have time to leave. The next step they will take is to drop these kind of firecracker explosives on top of a targeted building to sort of shake the building to again warn anyone who may still be in the building that it is going to be destroyed and to get out. Again, they let some hours pass to let anyone in the building leave, and then they hit the target. I follow the war correspondence daily and I saw a presentation done about this process on the news to explain how hard the IDF does work to preserve the innocent lives in Gaza. Yet, they are constantly and daily accused of genocide.

I have seen compilation videos from IDF Air Force pilots who will, time after time again, call off the strike they were about to conduct if they saw children or adults around the area of the strike. Yet, none of this gets any kind of media attention or coverage. Everyone takes the word of the death toll from Hamas officials and constantly accuse the IDF of being the terrorist’s committing genocide. If you would like to watch some of these video compilations of the IDF Air Force, you can find them here: https://x.com/AngeliqueLaFonC/status/1746295278393860522?s=20

Because Hamas are a regime of pure evil, they use the Palestinian people as human shields. Yet, the IDF strives with great conscience and effort to preserve human life to keep the innocent Palestinian people safe. Still, they are the ones depicted as monsters, while the Hamas monsters are celebrated. If you would like to learn more about some of the IDF’s tactics to preserve the innocent Palestinian lives, please watch this video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TrgeYxLe35Q

Genocide. A word that by the dictionary’s definition means: the deliberate killing or severe mistreatment of a large number of people from a particular national or ethnic group with the aim of destroying that nation or group. Now I ask you, does a military that takes such measures to try and protect innocent life sound like a military that is conducting genocide? No. Absolutely not.

I think what pains me the most to hear is when people have been chanting the words “Gas the Jews!”
Even right now I hardly can find the words to describe how hearing that makes me feel. It makes my soul sick.
My daughter, Aven, came in the other day deeply distressed. She has a friend who lives in Israel and, like the rest of our family, has a great love for Israel and the Jewish people. She showed me a hashtag that was going around stating “6 million wasn’t enough”. Those words take my mind back to all the history that I have studied about the Holocaust which was real, which did happen and there is more than enough documented proof and evidence that it did. To hear those words being chanted literally sends chills down my spine.

Dear God in heaven. Please help us. We are literally living on an earth that is slowly being consumed by the hate of hell itself… but You are BIGGER, You are GREATER, and Your love is STRONGER! YOU and YOU alone can OVERCOME it ALL! Show us what we can do to help!

I feel that it is extremely important to state that in all the interviews that I have heard done with Jewish people, I have yet to hear one of them celebrate the deaths of the Palestinian people. It is just the opposite. In every interview I have read or watched, I have heard the Jewish people sincerely state they do not wish for any of the Palestinian people to die. At their rallies, they are not chanting for anyone’s death or annihilation or calling for massacres to continue and be the status quo as the Pro-Palestinians call for. They respect others’ right to life. They respect others’ right to exist. They sing, pray and are concerned for theirs, their family’s and friends’ safety and for the protection of Israel. In fact, when you see a march or a prayer rally which is organized by supporters of Israel… they look and sound very different from the other side. Very different indeed.

All the Jewish people want is the right to exist. The right to live in peace.

It is also extremely important to state that I have heard and read countless testimonies of people all over the world who are of the Muslim faith, who are not against Israel. We must remember this. Not all Muslim people hate Jews. Let’s think for a moment about the White Supremacist kids I wrote about earlier. Several of the American White Supremacist groups claim Jesus Christ as their Savior, in fact members of the KKK
(Klu Kulx Klan), which also still does exist in our nation, will tell you the reason they burn crosses is because that is their way of taking the light of Christ into the world.

Twisted isn’t it?

What I don’t understand is how can you claim to serve Jesus Christ and then want to kill–or “remove” His people and go against His nation of Israel along with removing other children of God of color that are not white? It is important to understand that when I write the words “God’s chosen people”, that doesn’t mean that God doesn’t love the rest of us. On the contrary. He loves and adores us all! Which is why He sent His One and Only Son to die for all our sins. All of us who accept Jesus Christ as our Lord and Savior are loved and cherished by God too. As Scripture says in Romans 10:11-13, “Anyone who believes in him will never be put to shame.” For there is no difference between Jew and Gentile—the same Lord is Lord of all and richly blesses all who call on him, for, “Everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved.”

The difference is that the Jews have an unbreakable Covenant that God made with them which is very special, and Gentiles will never replace that because the promises of God are unbreakable. The good news is that those of us who love Jesus and serve God with all our hearts and lives, are also grafted into the vine as Paul writes in Romans 11. Of course, I am just touching upon it, that is a much broader lesson for another time. But it is important to understand that we Christians are loved and adored by Jesus and when we stand with His Jewish people, stand up for Israel, and speak out against antisemitism, we make Him so very, very proud!

So just as not all people who claim to be Christians are not White Supremacists who are against the Jews and peoples of color, it is also true to say that not all Muslims are radical jihadists that hate Israel and Jews and those who are not are speaking out and making their voices heard. In this day and age, not all Muslims are chanting “From the River to the Sea” either! Israel’s population is a blend of Jews, Christians and Muslims, with Muslims making up a little over 30% of the population, and also serve in the IDF. Pastor Larry Huch talks about all of the Muslim friends that he personally has who live in Israel whom he loves, and they love him, and he and his family has dinner with their families, and they have good, healthy relationships with them and pray for them and their safety. As they should. They are the descendants of Ishamel and God promised to bless the descendants of Ishmael in the book of Genesis because He is a good and faithful God.
That is how it should be. That is how we should live with one another. We must keep praying for that peace to remain in the hearts of those Muslim people.

I recently heard an interview with an Israeli citizen who said all Hamas did was bring more unity to the citizens of Israel. That is my prayer for Israel. I pray for their peace, protection, strength and unity.

Our times have a new Nazi, but they are not an easily recognizable regime as in the days of World War II. They come in all races, they fly different kinds of flags, and they have different kinds of nationalities.
So we must pay attention. We must be vigilant and careful. We must not run with hate, rage, and agression as they do, but with the love and power of the Word of God, which is truth, John 17:17 “Sanctify them by the truth; Your word is truth.”

Anyone who hates the Jews and will stand against the nation of Israel has clearly made their choice. They are choosing to stand against the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, the God of Israel, the God of the Jewish Nation. They stand against God’s chosen. They are choosing to be chaff. They are choosing to be goats.

We learn in Genesis 12:2-3 “I will make you into a great nation, and I will bless you; I will make your name great, and you will be a blessing. I will bless those who bless you, and I will curse those who curse you.” In this verse God, Adonai, is telling Abram, whose name would be changed by God, to Abraham before Isaac was born, that he would be the father of the nation which would be Israel. Abraham would begat Isaac and Isaac would begat Jacob whose name would be changed to Israel. It is from Jacob’s twelve sons that the twelve tribes of Israel were formed and it is from those twelve tribes the nation of Israel came to be.

When we read Genesis 12:3 “I will bless those who bless you, and I will curse those who curse you.” which was spoken to Abraham and then God speaks that same promise to Abraham’s grandson, Jacob whose name God changes to Israel in verse Genesis 27:29 “May nations serve you and peoples bow down to you. Be lord over your brothers, and may the sons of your mother bow down to you. May those who curse you be cursed and those who bless you be blessed.” We know these verses are directly connected to Israel and the Jewish people.

The choice is ours. God is giving us free will to choose… as He always does.

It’s pretty simple. If we bless the nation of Israel and the Jewish people, Adonai will bless us. If we curse the nation of Israel and the Jewish people, Adonai will curse us. The choice is up to us. And what a choice it is! Honestly! How hard is it to stand up for a God that loves us so much He made the choice to send His One and Only Son to come to earth to die for our sins? And not just any death, but a torturesome, horrific death on the cross after being brutally scourged so we could have forgiveness of our sins, healing for our bodies, and everlasting life once we pass on from this world. How hard is it to stand up for our Savior, Jesus Christ, who loves us so much He made the choice to leave His throne to come and repair a broken world? Jesus made the choice to come to earth, to live as a man, suffer the anguish of the cross, shedding His blood in seven different places to break curses off of us in every way possible so that we might have everlasting life in heaven, but also have life on this earth and life more abundantly. I can tell you that for me, it is not hard at all to stand up for Them! I am proud to do it and embrace every opportunity I have to do it!

It is exceedingly important for President Biden and his administration to stand with Israel and give them their full support to defend themselves and destroy Hamas. It is imperative. Because the decisions of the President not only can affect his personal life but can affect the country as a whole. In the beginning, Biden’s resolve with Israel appeared strong. As the days have gone by Biden’s resolve has grown weak. What’s funny is that he and his advisors seem to think that they are in control of this war. They forget that there is a God who is in charge, not only of Israel but of all matters in this universe and all other universes He created, and that God is not them. The more they meddle with telling Israel what to do–especially if they keep telling them to pause, delay or, God forbid, move toward ceasefire, then they– and our country will feel the wrath of their choices.
We must stand with Israel! This will be an imperative decision for any future President and person of leadership in our American government. My prayer is that God will bring us Godly men and women who pray, read, respect and understand His Word and represent Him well to fill those positions.

Being in the line of work that we do in ministry I meet many kinds of people and the majority of people I minister to these days are not always believers. I have had conversations with atheists who will just laugh at my teachings and tell me that they don’t believe anything I am saying or writing. My response to them is always the same, “Just because you don’t believe in God and His Only Son, Jesus Christ, doesn’t make them any less real or any less powerful.” God is real. Jesus is real. God’s Word is a living Word, it is not just printed words on a page like other books. It is an extension of God and what He says happens. Yes, it was written thousands of years ago, and it is still relevant today. The prophecies it contains are being fulfilled every day. Which is why we need to pay attention to it. So, when God warns us and tells us, I will bless you or I will curse you–especially when we know He is such a loving, merciful, compassionate, good God… we must pay attention! We must listen! We must open our eyes and see! And we must obey Him. For the sake of our souls and for the sake of our children, we must obey Him. And what an amazing God to obey! His blessings are unlimited! His grace is unmeasurable! His fruits are LOVE, JOY, PEACE, PATIENCE, KINDNESS, GOODNESS, GENTLENESS, FAITHFULNESS, and SELF-CONTROL! Why wouldn’t we want to follow after such a wonderful, magnificent, amazing God?

To stand with Israel is to stand with the God of Israel. Christianity is an extension of the Jewish faith because Jesus Christ was a Jewish man, born to Jewish parents who never stopped being Jewish! Jesus’ disciples were all Jewish, including the apostle Paul, and they never stopped being Jewish! All these men wrote the New Testament which we embrace and stand upon and it as a faith for all people! Therefore, all who claim God, Adonai, all who claim Jesus Christ, all who claim the Holy Spirit and the Holy Word of God, the Bible, should also easily and willingly claim Israel and the Jewish people!

Friends, if you don’t think that you are living in the days which are described in the book of Revelation… think again. These are what are described as the “End Days”, or the “End Times” and we all need to wake up and pay close attention to what is happening in the world. We need to have our souls right with Jesus Christ and be ready because He is coming, and you will not want to be left behind and you definitely will not want your children that are of the age of accountability to be left behind to live in what the Bible tells us will happen after Jesus comes. It will be horrible. Truly horrible. We must be ready.

My prayer is that we can influence as many people as possible to stand with the God of Israel and the Jewish people and to introduce as many people as possible to the Gospel and love of Jesus Christ to help prepare their hearts for heaven. This is about taking a spiritual stand that encompasses every area of our lives and it is important how we take that stand so that we are always keeping the representation of our Lord in the front of our minds and hearts when we do. When your soul is presented before the Lord on Judgement Day (and yes, whether you believe there is a Judgement Day or not, it is going to happen) Jesus isn’t going to ask you where you stood when it came to man’s opinions on matters of the world. No. He is going to ask about the stances you took for Him and His Word– which includes how we vote upon issues that are connected to His Word and the people we vote for to be in leadership roles for our nation. We must also pray for Godly men and women, who know the Word of God, who pray to seek His direction, are willing to obey Him and represent Him well in our nation’s leadership positions.

Make no mistake, Jesus is going to judge you upon what you did for Him to obey and fulfill His commands and His laws. So, it is most imperative that when it comes to this war, you must remember this:
To stand with the God of Israel and His people is to be a sheep, it is to be counted as wheat, is to be blessed.
To stand against the God of Israel and His people is to be a goat, is to be counted as chaff, is to be cursed.

It is also vital that we must, as children and servants of Jesus Christ, keep praying for those who are innocent in the Gaza region. We must remember that not all of the Palestinian people there are against Israel. In fact, there are over a thousand Christian people who live there and there are so many who live under the oppression of Hamas who want to see them gone. There have been some who escaped living in Gaza well before this war began, who have testified to the horrific living conditions since Hamas took control during the middle of 2007. They tell the truths about what Hamas did to the land and how they keep the resources for themselves while the Palestinian people live in squaller. Of course, Hamas tries to blame this all on Israel, but those who lived there and bear witness to it are speaking the truth of it. We must remember that not all the Palestinian people are like those we see protesting in our streets and the streets of other nations. Their voices are just not as loud, aggressive, and full of rage, so they aren’t being heard.

We also must remember to pray for the innocent children, who cannot help where they have been born and how they are being raised, they too need our prayers. We know that it is not Israel’s intention to kill or harm any innocent people in anyway, they have made that clear and keep making that clear. They are only after Hamas, and they have every right to be after Hamas. We must pray for God to help the IDF to protect the innocents and that their hearts could be changed to fall to the salvation of Jesus Christ… “With God ALL things are possible!” Matthew 19:26. We must pray for them because Jesus loves them, and Jesus died for them too. That is so important for us to remember. That is what will help us respond with the hands and heart of Jesus Christ, with His love. It is the love of Jesus Christ that makes us different and separates us from being like others in the world. We must always strive to represent Jesus well in this world.

God, Adonai gives us free will. The choice is up to us.
My hope is that more people will choose wisely for the sake of their soul, their family, and for the sake of Israel and Jewish people all over the world who so desperately need us to strongly stand with them without fear.

This is my choice and that of my family:
“Now therefore fear the Lord and serve Him in sincerity and in faithfulness. Put away the gods that your fathers served beyond the River and in Egypt, and serve the Lord. And if it is evil in your eyes to serve the Lord, choose this day whom you will serve, whether the gods your fathers served in the region beyond the River, or the gods of the Amorites in whose land you dwell. But as for me and my house, we will serve the Lord.” Joshua 24:14-24.

Why We Must Always Stand with Israel and Understanding the Significance of the October Wars in 2023 and 1973

October 7, 2023, was the last day of the Biblical holiday of Sukkot 2023, the celebration of the Feast of Tabernacles, a time when God tells us that if we build a “Sukkah” or tabernacle, He will come and dwell or tabernacle with us, and it began another Holy Jewish holiday called Simchat Torah. This Jewish holiday is the very next day after Sukkot and celebrates the Torah or the Old Testament portion of the Word of God. It is a time when the Jewish people will “rewind” the scrolls of the Torah to start reading the “Parashas” or assigned portions of scriptures, which are to be read on each Sabbath Day of the year. It is an incredibly joyous holiday where they take the scrolls of the Torah, have a feast to celebrate them, and dance with them to show their great love and joy for God’s Word and God’s law, for the law of God is the nature of God and also the pathway to the blessings of God.

October 7th, 2023, at approximately 6:30am, the Sabbath Day, while most of the people of Israel were still sleeping, the terrorist group, Hamas, launched over 5000 missiles upon Adonai’s Holy land, killing 300 innocent people and injuring over 1000; although this has just begun so those numbers are sadly and surely to rise. They have also captured dozens of Israeli people from their homes and are beating and capturing Israeli soldiers and are holding them hostage.

Such an attack by these terrorists is nothing less than a monstrous work of evil upon the Israeli people. But something else that Hamas does not know. An to attack the land and people of Israel is to attack their God… our God… my God, the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob.

It doesn’t matter what some politicians or people will say. The truth of our history lies within the pages of God’s Holy Word and the truth of the matter is the people of Israel are not and never have been terrorists– as some have claimed, and the land of Israel does not belong to Palestine as many still claim. From the beginning, God, Adonai declared it to Himself. The land of Israel has always belonged to HIM and it always will. It is ADONAI’S land. He created it and He is the one who decreed and declared the boundaries of it in His Holy Word. Although man has altered those boundaries, the Word of God remains unchanged and ever true.
“So the Lord gave Israel all the land which He had sworn to give their fathers, and they possessed it and lived in it.” Joshua 21:34. God, Adonai, is the One who decreed and declared it belongs to His Chosen people, the Jewish people, the Israelites and there are many other scriptures written in the Holy Bible to validate this sacred claim.

According to the Word of God anyone who comes against the Israelites and the land of Israel will stand in the judgment of Adonai, as it is written in the “avot” or “avos”, the first blessing of God, Adonai in Genesis 12:2-3,
“I will make you into a great nation, and I will bless you; I will make your name great, and you will be a blessing. I will bless those who bless you and I will curse those who curse you.” While God is speaking this verse to Abraham, He is also intending it to be for all of the descendants that He promised to bless Abraham through Isaac, not Ishmael as it is written in Genesis 17:18-19 “And Abraham said to God, “Oh that Ishmael might live before you!”  God said, “No, but Sarah your wife shall bear you a son, and you shall call his name Isaac. I will establish my covenant with him as an everlasting covenant for his offspring after him.”

Anyone who thinks the verse of Genesis 12:3 “I will bless those who bless you and I will curse those who curse you.” is not the truth and thinks they can go against Israel untouched, well… considered yourself warned. Our God, Adonai is an AWESOME, LOVING, GOOD and MERCIFUL God, which is why, I believe, he has allowed this situation with Hamas and Hezbollah to go on as long as it has. God has given them mercy and time to come to places of peace and hopefully salvation. They have chosen poorly. It is written in John 1:1 “In the beginning was the Word and the Word was with God and the Word was God.” The Word of God is not just written words of God, it is God. It is a Holy extension of Himself, and it is the truth. God will never bend from His Word; He will fulfill it and those who go against Israel will be cursed according to the Word and Will of Adonai.

I don’t believe Hamas understands the judgment they have brought upon themselves. If you don’t know much about the Hamas terrorist group, I encourage you, Google them and study the facts of who this group is and what kind of atrocities they commit. It will help you to understand the dire need of our constant prayer for Israel and its people. It is a group that ISIS members have come to participate in… that should tell you all you need to know. Sadly, I am sadly certain they will show the world exactly who they are and what evils they are capable of doing. In fact, my husband and I would have to say, “evil” is not even a strong enough word to describe them.

But in order for us to understand the significance of the date of this attack starting on October 7th, 2023, we need to look back in history to the date of October 6th, 1973, which holds another significant meaning for the nation of Israel. It is important to remember that the dates of the Jewish holidays move from year to year because God’s calendar is different from the Western calendar. God marks His days by the moon, not by the sun, so Yom Kippur fell late that year in the fall season.

The Yom Kippur War was an attack upon Israel by a coalition of Arab states led by Egypt and Syria when they led a surprise attack on Israel on the Holiest of days of the Jewish year, Yom Kippur, which is a solemn day of Atonement, a time for forgiveness and cleansing. Without going into too much detail about that war, I will just write that it ended with victory for the land of Israel. There were many testimonies of Miracles performed by God, Adonai, during the Yom Kippur War which led to Israel’s victory, which can be researched. I state that because it is important to remember that God is never going to let His people fight without His hand being directly involved in every aspect of each and every battle and–God never ever breaks His Word.
God’s Word IS the truth of which all truth is defined.

It is very important to understand that a 50-year anniversary isn’t just an “anniversary” to Adonai.
For those of us who study the teachings of Messianic-Jewish Rabbi Jonathan Cahn, we know that a 50-year anniversary, according to the scriptures found in Leviticus and Deuteronomy, it is a very special mark of time called a 50-year Jubilee. A Jubilee is known as time of return. If you read Rabbi Cahn’s books The Oracle,
The Harbinger, and The Harbinger II, you will learn how the teachings of God’s Jubilee can apply to many aspects of return, but in this case, when we are discussing the land of Israel, simply stated, according to the scriptures when land has been taken or lost, upon a 50-year Jubilee, it is returned to the rightful owner.
Leviticus 25:13 “In this Year of Jubilee everyone is to return to their own property.”

This brings me to one of the reasons why I felt led of the Holy Spirit to write this blog today. While I do not believe there was any land taken from Israel during the Yom Kippur War, I can’t help but wonder if this war, starting within a day of that war’s 50-year Jubilee might hold great significance to the restoration of land for Israel. Has the time come to decimate the evil of Hamas and take back the land that they have occupied to restore it to its rightful owner: The God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob and their descendants?

While in prayer for the poor people of Israel who are suffering their tremendous losses from this gruesome attack, God began speaking to my heart to pray for the army of Israel, for Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu, and all the leaders who will be making the decisions during the days ahead, for His Holy wisdom, so that every single decision which is made, is done according to His perfect plan. God began to remind me of the teachings of Rabbi Cahn because I do feel that in the days ahead, it is possible that we are going to see a war between Israel and Hamas like we have not witnessed in our present time.

The Bible tells us in Isaiah 55:8-9 “For My thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways My ways,”
declares the Lord. “As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are My ways higher than your ways and My thoughts than your thoughts.” I have learned this verse well and I know better than to try and ever think that I, with my humble human mind, could ever figure out that of my magnificent Creator. I just can’t help but wonder… is this war going to be one that goes the distance? Is it going to be a war that not only seeks retribution for the lives lost from the terrorist attacks today, but also fulfills the return of the land to its rightful owner according to the Word of God? Only time will tell, but we are living in very important days, a time when it is crucial that we both collectively as a nation, and individually stand with the Nation of Israel and the Jewish people.

I admit, I was nervous before President Biden came to address the nation about the attacks. Because of so many of his positions what are anti-God and God’s Word, I wasn’t sure where he was going to place his stance, but I was relieved after I heard him speak. President Biden and so many of our Amercian leaders coming forward to give their unwavering support on all efforts of Israel was exactly what I was hoping to hear. If our nation does not stand with Israel at all times and support them, America will not be blessed by the Almighty Hand of Adonai. We are already struggling to have God’s blessings in our land with all that so many others have done to remove Him from it. If we were to cut off our support for Israel, I can’t even imagine what would happen to us. I just need to reiterate God’s first promise in Genesis 12:3 “I will bless those who bless you and I will curse those who curse you.” I for one do not wish to see America cursed.

Another reason I felt led to write this blog is because several years ago, our family was called by God to begin teaching the Jewish roots of our faith. We embrace whole heartedly Ephesians 2:14-17 “For he is our peace, who made both one, and brake down the middle wall of partition, having abolished in his flesh the enmity, even the law of commandments contained in ordinances; that he might create in Himself of the two one new man, so making peace; and might reconcile them both in one body unto God through the cross, having slain the enmity thereby: and He came and preached peace to you that were far off, and peace to them that were nigh.” This verse teaches us Jesus Christ will bring Jew and Christian together to form ONE NEW MAN, with Jews accepting Him as their Messiah and Christians embracing their Jewish roots–and it’s happening! All over the world Jews are coming to Christ and Christians are coming to understand that Jesus was a Jew, born to Jewish parents, His disciples were all Jewish and none of them stopped being Jewish. They build New Testament upon the foundation of the Old Testament. The difference was that Jesus paid the price through His sacrifice on the cross so that through His blood we all could receive forgiveness of sins and everlasting life.

During this time of teaching the Jewish roots of our faith we quickly learned those in our circles who were not open to it. Not just that, but we quickly learned those who were antisemitic. We joined the World Jewish Congress Organization, began studying and learned that antisemitism is higher in the world right now than it was during Nazi-Germany– and I think in the days ahead, we will begin to see the emergence of that spirit of antisemitism as this war progresses.

Now more than ever, we must stand up for God’s Chosen people, the Jews and God’s Chosen Land, of Israel and we cannot waver in our stance of support. Our solidarity with the Nation of Israel must not only show the people of that nation our resolute message of support, but we must also show God, Adonai our faithfulness to stand up for Him as well, for as I said before, an attack on Israel, is an attack on God.

Today and every day, our family is lifting up the Israeli families who lost loved ones in the horrific attacks in prayer that God pours out His peace that passes all understanding, brings them His strength, healing, and comforts them every moment with His Holy Spirit.
We are lifting up all of the leaders of Israel that Adonai pours out upon them His divine wisdom, protection, strength, direction, and that He provides for them all their needs for the days ahead.
We are lifting up the Israeli Military in prayer for their wisdom, protection, provision, strength physcially, mentally and emotionally, and that God goes before them and fights their battles for them with His supernatural power so that their enemies are defeated before their eyes, as it is written in
Zechariah 14:3 “Then the Lord will go out and fight against those nations as when He fights on a day of battle.” and Zechariah 4:6 “Not by might, nor by power, but by my Spirit, says the Lord of hosts.” Most of all, we will pray that God’s perfect will is accomplished through this horror and we will pray that Adonai takes this unspeakable tragedy and uses it to accomplish His divine purpose and will.
“Your kingdom come, Your will be done on earth as it is in heaven.” Matthew 6:10

At home, here in America, I am praying for our leaders. I am praying that ALL our American leaders give their total, unwavering support of Israel and if they don’t, I am praying to my God, the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, and asking Him that those who don’t fully support Israel be voted out of office or lose their position, and that they are replaced with people who fear God, study and obey His Word, and pray to seek God’s will and direction before making any decisions for our nation. For some, those may sound like strong words. I believe they are. I agree with Pastor Larry Huch, it is time to make America Godly again!

My hope is that you will please join us in daily prayer for Israel and God’s people. Please keep your eyes and ears open upon God’s Nation and pray for the peace of Israel every day.
Psalm 122:6 “Pray for the peace of Jerusalem! “May they be secure who love you!”

MaCaedyn’s Stand for Her Faith at GCC and How Beautifully She was Received

In this day and age when standing up for your faith can result in being ostracized or cancelled in public
forums, I felt it very important that I write the story of my daughter’s personal stance for her faith at her
school, Glendale Community College, and how beautifully her stance was received and respected.
MaCaedyn graduated from our homeschool program at the age of 16 and couldn’t wait to start college
at the age of 17. She worked so hard all through high school and because of her ambition and excellence
in studies and grades, she was awarded the Presidential Scholarship for GCC. MaCaedyn has been
singing and performing in churches and public stages since she was two years old, so it made sense to us
when she made the decision to become a Music Theater major.

For her first semester she wanted to get as much of the general core studies completed a possible and
carried 21 credit hours (and received straight “A’s” making the President’s List!). Because of her
workload she did not audition for the fall semester play. Instead, she was excited to audition for the
spring musical.

The responsibility for researching the content of a play or musical before auditioning for it, falls
completely upon the actor or actress and I say honestly, MaCaedyn, myself, and her father all dropped
the ball in doing this. We completely admit that it was 100% our responsibility and we did not get it
done. Lesson learned. We will always make sure there is complete understanding of the content of the
play or musical before any of us audition for it in the future.

When the audition dates were posted for the spring musical, MaCaedyn began preparing and was very
excited to audition for her first college production. After her audition she received all the “call backs”
and finally learned that she had been cast in the musical. We were thrilled and so proud of her!
Then, MaCaedyn received a message from the director who kindly and respectfully wanted her to be
aware that there was a song in the musical that mentioned a girl having an abortion. It wasn’t
MaCaedyn’s character who sang the song, but other members of the cast were going to sing backup for
the character who did. The director, knowing that MaCaedyn was underage, wanted her to have the
information about the song so that we could talk about it together and make the decision as to whether
or not she would participate in that song.

Josh and I were very thankful that this director took such steps to make sure we understood there was a
song which had this content. We immediately began researching the lyrics of that song and the overall
content of the musical… which we should have done in the first place.

After we all read through everything we prayed and talked and prayed some more… and God answered.
MaCaedyn knew in her heart that it wouldn’t be enough for her to step down from just singing backup
on that song. She believed that she needed to step down from the entire musical production. She has
worked all her life with the rest of us to assist children in need and stand up for the protection of all
children, those born and those yet to come. She felt that being connected to a musical that portrayed
abortion so casually in just one of the songs was enough to send the wrong message to others about
herself and her work for children. She didn’t want to do anything which would not represent her beliefs
well and could be viewed as hypocritical.

Josh and I were so proud of her for the choice that she made, though we knew she had been so excited
to participate in her first college musical and she had worked so hard to prepare for the audition, we
trusted that God would bless her for choosing to represent Him well.

MaCaedyn wanted to email the director of the musical to let her know about the decision she had made
to step down but didn’t know where to begin to write it. After talking with her about what she wanted
to say, we prayed to the Lord for the right words. I helped her draft an email that she was pleased with,
but before sending it, once again, we prayed and asked God to let the letter land upon the heart of the
director with the Fruits of the Spirit of love, peace, kindness, goodness, gentleness, and self-control.
You see, we fully believe that people should stand up for their faith, especially in these days when it is so
imperative that we do, and when we take those stances, we firmly believe it should be done in such a
manner that represents our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, and the Word of God, very well. We believe
that when these stances are taken, the effect upon the people who know about it can go one of two
ways.

The first way, if we do not represent Christ and God’s Word well, can make us look completely
hypocritical. If we do not implement the examples and teachings of Jesus Christ given to us in God’s
Word, and we lash out in anger, or in harsh judgement, no one will believe that we represent the God of
Love. Furthermore, if we represent Him in such a poor manner, we will also lose the opportunity to ever
minister to them. After all, who would want to listen to someone talk about the love of Jesus if they are
verbally attacking, degrading, or judging them? We also cannot be blessed by God if we choose not to
represent Him well to others. He cannot pour out His promised blessings upon us if we are not pleasing
to Him and His commands.

The second way, if we do represent Christ well to the best of our ability as human beings can, then we
not only can receive blessings of the goodness of God for pleasing Him by our representation, but we
also have ministered to the people involved in our situation. They may not realize it right away, but
when a person takes a stand for their faith in Jesus Christ and represents Him as we are directed in
God’s Word, we are, through that situation, planting the seeds of Jesus’ love into their hearts. We are
showing them how much Jesus means to us. How much God’s Word means to us, and how important it
is to serve and obey Him. We are showing them the Fruits of the Spirit of self-control by not verbally
attacking, lashing out, or being harsh and judgmental. The judgment seat is reserved for One and One
alone, and that is Jesus Christ. Because He is the one who suffered, bled, and died for our sins, He is the
One to whom the position of Judge belongs. Can we make a judgment about a person’s character? Of
course. Can we judge whether or not we want to allow someone to house sit or watch our children? Yes. Can we
make a judgement about whether or not we should loan someone your car or go into business with someone?
Absolutely. But we never are to judge a person’s soul. Judgement of a person’s soul is a work that only Christ can do.

It was very important to MaCaedyn that she handled this situation with the grace, love and gentleness
that her Heavenly Father gives her. She likes all the people in her department very much and had many
friends who were participating in the musical. She hoped to be able to shine the light of Jesus into their
lives and saw this as the perfect opportunity to do that. Again, she prayed and asked God that He would
bless her email and that His perfect will would be done.
Here is what the email said:

Hello,
My parents and I wanted to thank you, sincerely, for letting us know about the content of
the “Me and Ricky” song in the musical. We are thankful for you giving us such respect to
let us know about it as you did.
 
I must apologize to you and my parents want to apologize too, that we did not properly
review this musical before I auditioned for it. That is totally our fault, and we are all very
sorry that we didn’t take the time to do that before I auditioned. We accept full
responsibility for not doing that and we promise that we will take the time to do that before
I audition for anything in the future. 

Please know my parents have raised me to be a person who is not judgmental of anyone
else, but to show love, kindness and respect to others. I wanted to explain that I am a
Judeo-Christian and while I know that I have my flaws to work on, I do try to represent in
my life what I believe in God’s Word.

My family also has a 501c3 nonprofit ministry for children and we serve children
internationally on several continents. Our work has many parts to it, but our main focus is
to assist children in need and speak out for the care and protection of all children, for those
with us and for the unborn.

Please know that I hold no personal judgments of anyone who would participate in this
show and will still show all my friends who are in it the same kindness that I always have.
Having said that, I feel that if I were to participate in the show knowing the “Me and Ricky”
song is part of its content, even if my character is not singing during that song, I would still
be going against what I believe and the work I do for children. So, I wanted to write to you
and quietly step down from the role of Julie that you kindly gave me.
 
My parents and I have learned our lesson about doing our research on things before I
audition so that I don’t complicate the casting process for you or any other directors that I
may have the opportunity to work with in the future.  I do thank you for giving me the
opportunity and I thank you for your understanding.
Sincerely, MaCaedyn LaFon-Cox

Josh and I trusted that because MaCaedyn was choosing to stand up for God’s Word where abortion is
concerned, that He would protect her, help her, and bless her for it. She sent the email to her teacher on
a Friday, and we spent the weekend praying over the matter. I knew that no matter what happened,
God was with her, and He would bring goodness out of it.

My mind traveled back to a time when I took a stance of faith at ASU over a project that went against
my faith. When I spoke to my teacher, I too had prayed about it and spoke with kindness, gentleness, and respect, yet my stance was not well received by my teacher and the other students involved in the project. I was given the
choice to fail the class for not doing the project or drop the class with no refund. I chose to drop the
class. Yet, God was with me the whole time and He intervened for me. The department chair found out
what happened to me and not only called to apologize to me for it but made sure I received a full refund
for the class tuition. God was with me then and I knew that He would be with MaCaedyn now. We didn’t
ask God to help MaCaedyn with this situation after that, we thanked Him that He already had.

On Sunday morning, MaCaedyn came in to read us an email from her teacher. It was a very kind and
respectful response showing MaCaedyn her full support for her decision and ended by stating that she
“looked forward to working with her on future projects”!

MaCaedyn’s friends who had been cast in the play completely supported her decision and just let her
know how much they were going to miss her.

Not only that, but MaCaedyn was still able to audition for the Glendale Community College play directed
by another teacher and was cast for several parts in it! Some of her friends that are in the musical even
auditioned for the play so they could participate in it with her!

And all was well because of Jesus.

The play MaCaedyn will be in is called “Crazytown” and it opens on Friday, April 7, 2023 and has
performances on April 8 th , 14 th and 15 th . We will be there to support her in every performance we can!
God is so good and so faithful! Standing up for Him and His Word is always the best choice a person can
make. God’s Word and His promises are just as true now as they were thousands of years ago. He will
never leave us nor forsake us, especially when we stand up for Him.

I am so thankful for the hearts of the teachers at Glendale Community College in the music theater
department who teach their students that they never have to do anything that they are not comfortable
with, that is almost unheard of in this day and time and needs to be recognized and celebrated.

I am so thankful to know there are teachers at Glendale Community College who are kind and respectful
of their students’ beliefs. That they do not judge or condemn, ostracize or cancel their students if they
don’t want to participate in something which would compromise their faith.

I felt in this day and age when these kinds of stories are rarely heard, that MaCaedyn’s story was shared
because this is how things ought to be. The pastor of my youth, Brother Diffie, always said, “We should
agree to disagree agreeably”. Simple, yet powerful words for us all to live by.

MaCaedyn does not judge or condemn anyone who thinks or believes different than she does and she
handled this situation in a way that I believe made her Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, truly proud. She
represented Jesus well in this matter and the teachers of Glendale Community College handled it
beautifully too.

We are thankful to God for His help and we are so proud of MaCaedyn’s heart for Him.

(MaCaedyn says I need to end this by saying…. HUZZAH! And I would like to add HALLELUJAH! Thank
You, Jesus!)

God’s Miraculous Gift of an Unknown Sister

Last Christmas, I gave you my heart but the very next day…      just kidding!

Force of habit with that phrase!

Let me try again.

Last Christmas, 2021, I asked my husband, Josh, for an Ancestry DNA kit. Why? You may ask. Well, my mother and father were divorced before I was born, and I never knew my father. I wanted to learn more about my relatives and ancestors on his side. I am a huge ancestry.com fan and love learning all I can about history, especially my family’s history!

Years prior, my mother had done an excellent job in tracking the lineage and stories of her mother’s side of the family, the Sullivan’s, and she also found quite a bit on my grandfather’s side, the LaFon’s as well. But I knew so little about my father’s side and with each passing year I grew curiouser and curiouser… just like Alice in Wonderland.

In order for you to have a better understanding of this story, I will begin by telling you what I know about my mother and father and their relationship.

One day while my mother was walking in downtown Phoenix to her job, it may have been a bank… or maybe it was a store, wherever it was she worked, it was downtown. My father was driving downtown at that moment and saw her walking to work. My mother was a very beautiful young woman, and he was smitten by her. I believe he went into the establishment where she worked and charmed her into going on a date with him. I am not totally sure of her age, but she was around 19 or 20 years old.

My father told her his name was Michael Sims. He was a professional artist, as well as a singer, musician, actor, and dance instructor. He was bursting with talent and good looks! His family lived in San Diego, CA. He had two older brothers and his mother living there, but his father and mother were divorced. (I’m not sure whether or not at this time his father was still alive.) His mother had remarried to man whose last name was LaFleur.

I don’t know how long my parents dated, and I have had too many mixed stories to try and tell you much about their time together before they married, but I know that they had a marriage ceremony at the 44^th Street Church of God and were married by the pastor at the time, Brother Hurschel Diffie.

The marriage didn’t last long and the story I know was that my father had given my mother Hepatitis when she was pregnant with me in her first trimester. My mother’s doctor was concerned about her because she was very ill and he told her that perhaps having an abortion would be best as I would probably be born very deformed, have many special needs and not have any kind of normal or healthy life.

I am and always will be thankful that my mother refused the doctor’s suggestion to abort me.

However, my father did want her to have an abortion.

Instead of him taking her to their home from the hospital, he chose to bring her to my grandparents’ house where he laid her in one of the spare beds, kissed her on the head, told her he was going to get her suitcase… and never came back.

When I was born, I had a few health issues, which Jesus later healed me from, but I was kept in the hospital for about a week and sent home to live a life that was nothing like what the doctor’s described. Praise God!

But before my mother and I left the hospital, my mother told me one day she came into the hospital room where I was, my father was standing there looking at me. She told him that they were now divorced, that I belonged to her, and she asked him to leave.

My mother and I lived with my grandparents until I was seven years old.
When I was about four years old, I remember making a father’s day card at church for my grandfather, whom I lovingly called, Papa. One of my relatives asked me who I made a
Father’s Day card for and when I told him I made it for Papa, he said, “He’s not your father, he’s your grandpa. You don’t have a father.”

I remember this moment vividly to this day, what room I was in, even where I was sitting at the table in the children’s church room. I began to wonder to myself, “I don’t have a father? Why not?”

I remember asking questions to my mother about my father, but she never wanted to talk about him.
At that time, I learned most of the information about him from my Mema, my maternal grandmother. She told me that I looked so much like him, walked like him, talked like him and I became very confused as to why he wasn’t in my life.

One day, while searching (without permission, mind you) in my mother’s room for her camera (I love taking pictures!) I stumbled upon some small square photos. It was my mother beautifully dressed in a satin silver colored wedding gown with a hat and small face veil, Brother Diffie was next to her and next to him was a very handsome man in a suit with a silver tie. The man was tall, had tanned skin, dark hair, and a charming smile. I took the photo to Mema and asked if this was my father.

She was surprised that I had the photo in my hand, but she told me “Yes, that is your father… but you should go put that back where you found it.”

I put the photo back, but whenever my mother wasn’t home, I would take it out and look at it, wondering where this man was and why he left.

While my mother didn’t like talking about my father, she did have the respect for his mother to allow her to know about me and to write to me. I called my father’s mother, Nana.

Nana was very kind to me. She never forgot my birthday and always sent a gift and card. She also sent Christmas gifts and throughout the year from time to time, she would write me letters. When I was old enough to do so, I would write to her too.

I learned from both my mother and Nana, that my father had been married before my mother to another woman and had two children with her. I don’t know if they would want their names mentioned in this story, so for this story I will call them Jake and Jamey. My mother knew them as they had come to visit and stay with their father while he was married to my mother.

Nana would send me photos of them, my uncles, and their children so that I could see I had many other cousins and relatives out there in the world.

The first time I met Nana in person I was seven years old. My mother, my Aunt Cookie, and my honorary Aunt Janie, loaded up all their kids and made a caravan over to San Diego for some play time at Sea World and the beach. It was on this trip that my mother arranged for me to meet my Nana because she lived in San Diego.

My mother had bought me a little stuffed otter at Sea World and with that clutched under my arm, and my Sea World Sailor hat on my head, the two of us headed over to Nana’s house. I was both excited and nervous… though I find there is a fine line between the two!

When we arrived, my Nana took my face into her hands and said, “Oh, she is Bob’s child, he could never deny this child.”

I smiled and thought to myself, “Who’s Bob?”
My mother didn’t say anything about it, so I didn’t say anything about it.

Then she told my mother that my father was there. He was in the backyard restoring an old car.
My mother’s face flushed, I knew that she had no idea he was going to be there, and she tried to conceal that she was not happy about it, but I knew she wasn’t happy.

Nana took me by the hand and walked me out the back door with my mother walking behind us.
All I remember of this moment was seeing a large old car, which looked to me like something from the show “Happy Days”. There were large lights all around the front of the car and in front of those lights stood a tall man. I can’t remember really seeing his face though because he was shadowed by the lights.
Nana introduced me to him and happily said, “This is your daughter, Angelique.”

I remember him smiling and looking at me, “Hello,” he said, then he looked at my mother and spoke to her, “You’re looking good, Bonnie,” he said. My mother gave him a courteous smile, head nod, and thank you. And that was it. He just went back to working on the car. He didn’t try to talk to me or get to know me at all.

My Nana walked me back inside the house and I remember her showing me several pieces of his artwork on the walls. His ability was truly God given. He never had studied or gone to school to learn to draw or paint. He just did it. Anything he saw, he could create.

Nana gave me a pencil and a piece of paper because she knew I liked to draw. I looked at one of his paintings on the wall, which was of an incredible clipper ship and while she visited with my mother, I tried my best to draw a clipper ship like his.

When I showed it to Nana, she thought it was lovely and suggested I go show it to my father. I looked at my mother who nodded that it was okay, and I walked out the back door and approached the man working on the car, my father. I believe he also had a friend there working on the car with him. As I walked closer, I began thinking to myself, what do I call him? I had never called anyone Dad, or Daddy before.
I thought calling him “Father” was a bit too much, but before I could decide, I was there in front of him, holding my picture.

I cleared my throat and stuttered, “D-daddy?” I said sheepishly feeling strange as I spoke that word for the first time in my life to someone.

He looked over at me but didn’t say anything. “Nana said… um… she said I should show this to you. I tried to draw the ship you like you did… the one on the wall.”

He grinned as he looked at the paper, “That’s very nice,” he said with a smile, then went back to working on the car. I stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do or what to say. I remember looking at the side of the car, then down at my shoes. He never said anything else, so I just turned around and went back inside the house.

I knew he had no interest in me and I didn’t want to try again to see if he would.

As the years passed and I grew older, more relatives and friends who knew my father would tell me how much I resembled him. Though I have also been told I resemble my mother, I think it was because I have always had dark hair, dark eyebrows and olive toned skin like my father that made people think of him more when they see me.

One day, when I was twenty-two years old, my mother told me that she had dreamt about my father. I was shocked. She told me that she dreamt he had come into her bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed next to her. In the dream, he apologized to her and thanked her for taking him to church and introducing him to Jesus. He told her that he got things right with God and that he was sorry for what he had done and how he had treated us. Then he got up and left.

She was sincerely shaken by the dream, telling me it seemed so real. I thought it was beautiful and asked her if it brought her any peace. She said it did help her. Still, I wondered what the dream meant, was it something her subconscious wanted to hear? Or was it more?

It wasn’t more than two weeks later; I received a letter from my Nana telling me that my father had passed away.  When I read the letter, I felt sadness for my half siblings, Jake, and Jamey, and especially for Nana as she had then lost all three of her sons. I immediately thought of my mother’s dream and we both believed perhaps that was a gift from God. Hearing him tell her he was sorry for what he had done was God’s way of bringing her some closure and so that through her forgiving him, more healing for her heart could come.

Nana told me that she had some things she wanted to give me of my father’s and asked if I would be able to come to San Diego for a visit. I talked to my mother and Mema about it, and we thought it best that my Mema went with me. Mema loved to travel, plus, she wanted to meet Nana. So, we headed out to San Diego.

The day I arrived, Nana hugged me and showed me the art studio where my father worked. She had told me that the day before I came, the Salvation Army had come and cleaned out what art was left from my father’s studio. I didn’t say anything, but deep down I had hoped to be able to at least see some of his creations. Then she told me she had a painting inside that she would give me, it was of a clipper ship, sails full of wind, on the seas during a storm. I was very grateful, and it hangs in my son’s room today.
I also have a painting that he did for my Papa, and a portrait that he did of my mother. She used to have an incredible painting of Jesus on the cross, but sadly, it perished in a house fire that took place December 22, 1990.

Nana broke out her photo albums and it was only then that I truly understood how handsome my father was. He was over six feet tall, in excellent shape, with dark brown hair, good jaw line, captivating eyes and broad smile. If I had to compare him to someone for you to get a better idea, I could say he reminded me a bit of Pierce Brosnan—only with larger eyes. I understood why these women were so drawn to him. He was a tall, strikingly handsome, exceptionally talented, and charming man.

I asked Nana if it would be okay to take them to make some copies of the photos. Some were of Nana when she was young, some were of all three of her sons when they were young, all of them extremely tall and very handsome, and some were of my father when he was older. Later in life, when I had my son, Samuel, I was grateful to have these photos of my father when he was young so I could see that Samuel really favors my father.

Mema stayed to visit Nana while I went in search of a copy machine. They got along very well and enjoyed each other’s company. When I came back from making the copies, Nana had a black binder notebook that she gave me.

“This was from your father’s memorial service,” she said.

I sat looking through the book at the different things which were read and done for his memorial. He had been cremated and his ashes were dropped off one of his favorite cliffs by the ocean.

Then I noticed a little card tucked down in the front pocket of the binder. I opened it to see that it was his death certificate.

“Nana, did you need this?” I asked.

“No, that is for you to keep,” she said.

While she and Mema chatted, I read the death certificate and saw there was no one named Michael anywhere on it.

“Nana, this certificate says Robert Sims. Whose Robert?” I asked.

“Robert is your father, we called him Bob,” she replied.

“Robert? But I thought my father’s name was Michael… wasn’t it?” I asked in confusion.

Mema was quiet.

“No, his name was Robert,” Nana said.

“Was Michael his middle name or some sort of nickname?” I asked.

“No, no, just Robert Sims,” she said, “His nickname was Bob.”

I looked at Mema who was also very confused.

“He told us all that his name was Michael,” Mema said, “We all called him Mike.”

Nana sat back as if she was in deep thought, “Mike… Mike… oh yes! I remember! One day, when he brought your mother here to meet all his family, he came in the house before she did and said,
‘My name’s Mike, call me Mike!’ And oh, my did we have a hard time remembering to call him Mike!” she laughed.

Mema and I sat there looking at each other, bewildered.

Then I looked at his birthdate and day of passing. “Mema, how much older did you say my father was than my mother?”

Mema quickly answered, “He told us he was eight years older than she was. Your mother was born in 1948.”

Nana looked puzzled, “Eight years older?” she asked curiously.

I held up the death certificate, “According to this, he was born in January… 1929. That was before the Great Depression.”

Mema’s jaw literally dropped. He had told my mother his name was Michael Sims. She married Michael Sims. That was the name on their marriage license. He had told her he was eight years older than she was, but he was almost twenty years older than she was.

“Did you say I could keep this?” I asked Nana, who shook her head.

I tried to shift the conversation to something else less confusing so that the ending of my visit with Nana would be pleasant. It all did end well, and I was very, very thankful for the painting, family photos and correct information I now had about my father.

Nana also gave me my brother Jake’s phone number and while I was in San Diego, I got to speak with him and learn a little bit about him and his life.

It was a lot to take in. Mema and I went to the beach and sat down to talk about it and process everything. When I called my mom, she was shocked. She had come to believe that he was a con man, so hearing this information proved that to be true.

When I was twenty-five years old, I married, My Love, Josh. I had sent Nana and a wedding celebration invitation, and she sent a lovely gift, but of course, was unable to make the trip. She was in her nineties at the time. But not long afterward, Josh’s family took us on a trip to a place about an hour’s drive from where my Nana lived. Josh asked his parents if we could take the car so that I could have what I believed would be and what was my last personal visit with my Nana.

She was so happy to get to meet Josh and we had such a lovely time together. She gave me a few more little things of my father’s and showed me more photos, told me more stories, and gave us her blessing for our new marriage together. I will always be so thankful that I was able to have that last visit with her. Just to spend those few hours with her was something I will always cherish. She passed away not long after our last visit.

As time went on and Josh and I were blessed with our own children, I began having more questions arise in my mind about my father’s side. When I spent time with Nana, she just wanted to know everything she could about me and I wanted to hear stories about her, my father, and her family. But I began to realize there were many questions I should have asked her, but just wasn’t thinking about them.

For example, whenever I took the children to the doctor, they would ask me all kinds of questions about our family’s medical history. Josh knew his, but I only knew half of mine. I didn’t know much about my genes on that side at all. I didn’t know about any illnesses or traits, there were just so many questions I still had.

Enter Ancestry.com!

Upon seeing the commercials for Ancestry.com I wanted to try it out and create a family tree. I just knew that Ancestry would help me find the answers to the questions I had.

But when I saw they were selling Ancestry DNA kits, I got even more excited! At the time, we just didn’t have the extra funds to buy one.  Then, in December 2021, I saw a commercial that Ancestry was having a special Christmas sale on their DNA kits. They were almost half off! So, I told my family that was all I wanted for Christmas!

😉

Josh did surprise me with an Ancestry DNA kit, and I was thrilled! I spit into the little tube and sent it in with great expectation of learning more about who I was and where I came from.

I got the results back in February 2022. We had just moved into our new house, and I remember telling Josh I was going to wait a few days to get some more things settled so I could nestle down with my laptop, study all the results of my DNA test and learn about myself! And boy did I learn a LOT!

For those of you who have never done an Ancestry DNA test, I can tell you that it is well worth the investment! They not only will tell you where your ancestors originated from, they also show you the exact places where they dwelled, the history of the land where they lived, and what their occupations were. They give information about specific traits that you have received from these relatives of the past too! For example, I have learned that based on my genetics, I am more likely to be a night person than 60% of the population. No surprise there!

My genetics suggest that I am more likely to take risks than 80% of the population. I can see that about myself. My DNA suggests that I am definitely an extrovert. Again, no surprise! But one trait that did surprise me was that I have some DNA traits commonly found in elite athletes. I guess that’s why I can work the hours I do!

There was so much wonderful information to take in and learn!

Here is what I learned about the places and people I come from:

48%  England and Northwestern Europe, specifically Northwest England and the Isle of Man
          (This didn’t surprise me because Nana was born in Liverpool, England)
23%  Scotland (This totally shocked me! I had no idea Scots were my people!)
11%  Ireland (No surprise here, Mema was a Sullivan!)
8%    Wales (A pleasant surprise)
6%    Sweden and Denmark (which I loved because my dear friend, Rhona Mullins is Swedish!)
4%    Norway (This was also a pleasant surprise! I need to learn more about Norway!)

Another amazing facet of Ancestry.com is that they will connect you with any relatives in the world who have also taken the DNA test!

This is where the story gets really fun!

One day while Josh was studying my Ancestry page and information, he found a tab on my ancestry that says DNA Matches. This is where you can see all those listed who share a DNA match with you. They will also list the percentage of shared DNA. When Josh first showed me this page, the top of the “DNA Matches” page listed “First Cousins”, and then went on to show second cousins and third and so on.

The first person listed on my DNA Matches pages was a man named Michael Shaffer. Michael and I shared 27% of DNA.

The second person listed was a woman named Angelique Baker. Angelique and I not only shared the same name, but we also shared 24% of our DNA.

The next person listed was my cousin John Hammer. Now, John, I know! He is my cousin on my mother’s side. John and I share 15% DNA.

Since then, Ancestry has made some improvement so that you can see all your maternal side relatives separate from the paternal side, so that you can clearly know who is connected to you by what parent.
But when we first read this, we really weren’t sure if these people were related to me on my maternal side or my paternal side.

Josh was excited, “You should reach out to these people and introduce yourself. Tell them you are trying to learn more about your father’s side of the family.”

I completely agreed and sat down to compose letters to both Michael Shaffer and Angelique Baker.

This is the letter that I sent them:

“Hello!
My name is Angelique LaFon-Cox and Robert Sims, son of Walton Miles Sincindiver was my father. It came up today that you are one of my 1^st cousins and I was tickled to see we share the same name! I never knew my father; my mother and father were divorced before I was born. I met my Nana Ethel three times, but don’t know much about my father’s side of the family. I am excited to have ancestry to learn more about my father’s side and meet some of my relatives! I just wanted to introduce myself and say “hello!” I also wrote to another cousin, Michael Shaffer, to say hello. It is nice to meet you!”

This was part of the reply I received from Angelique:

“OMG!!!! Angelique…we are not cousins…we’re half-sisters!! Robert Sims was my dad, too. He married my mom, Jeannette, in 1966. He was about 40 and she was 18.”

Needless to say, I was overwhelmed with joy! I ran into Josh the day I received this message and was jumping up and down, “ANGELIQUE IS NOT MY COUSIN! SHE IS MY SISTER!”

My entire family was amazed!

During the months that followed Angelique and I started getting to know each other and putting the pieces of our stories together to see how they fit.

Here is Angelique’s mother’s story.

Her mother was named Jeanette and was a very beautiful woman. Not only was she beautiful, she also resembled my mother when my mother was young! When I first saw a photo that Angelique had of her mother and our father together, I thought for a moment that it was my mother! We believe our father definitely had a type of lady he was attracted to.

When Jeanette was eighteen years old, Jeanette was working at a prominent store in Texas. She worked in the front of the store because she was very personable and beautiful. One day, in walks Robert Sims. He took one look at Jeanette and was smitten. They began dating and it wasn’t long before he whisked her off to San Diego, CA where his family was.

It wasn’t long thereafter he took Jeanette to Mexico to get married… interesting isn’t it? Do you see the pattern we saw? Robert knew marrying Jeanette in Mexico would not be a legal marriage in the United States and he knew that marrying my mother under a name which wasn’t his legal name also would have legal troubles.

I learned that Jeanette and my mother were both born in the same year.
Our father had met Jeanette first and married her in 1966. During their marriage, there were many difficult challenges that Jeanette had been dealing with. She was so young, was working so hard to try and support them because she learned he was quite the con man and had burned many of his art vendor bridges, and all the while she was battling illnesses given to her by him. They had been together a couple of years when Jeanette got pregnant with Angelique, and when she did, Robert also wanted her to have an abortion. Jeanette refused (Praise God!) and that was the last straw for her.
She packed up, left him in California and went back home to live with her parents in Texas.

Angelique was born in 1968 but Robert did not know that she was alive.

When Angelique was two years old, which would have been 1970, Robert suddenly showed up at the place where he had met Jeanette, her workplace. He told her that he wanted to see how she was doing and asked about the baby.

Jeanette had grown very wise and wanted to protect her child. She told him that she had lost the baby, that they no longer had any connection to one another and that she wanted him to leave and never come back.

He did.

So, no one on my father’s side knew about Angelique, whom I call Angelique the 1^st. 😊

Something that just clicked in my mind while writing this. If he went to Texas to check on Jeanette in 1970, that means he was still married to my mother when he did it!

Robert knew he had fathered a child with a woman in Texas, but he didn’t know that child lived.
Nana didn’t know about Angelique. Jake and Jamey didn’t know about her, and she didn’t know anything about us either, until we did the ancestry.com test!

Angelique and I have had many wonderful conversations which we literally have to schedule with one another because we spend hours learning about each other, asking questions, telling stories and we have learned so much.

Of course, one of the first things we wanted to know about each other was where we got our name.

For the majority of my life, I had thought my mother got my name from my Papa’s reading. Papa was an avid Louis L’ Amour and Zane Grey reader. I had read one of the back covers of one of his books and learned that he had a daughter named Angelique. I mentioned once that I thought that was where my mom got my name, but my mom told me that she got my name from a 1960’s soap opera called
Dark Shadows. Apparently, there was a Vampiress on that show named Angelique.

When I told Angelique this she was giggling, that is the exact same place her mother, Jeanette got her name! She goes by the more accurate French pronunciation of the name, “Awn-jeleek” and I go by “Ann-jeleek” which helps when addressing one of us. 😉

We learned we have so many things in common.

Our mothers were born in the same year and as I mentioned, when they were younger, they looked very similar. They were beautiful, young women who believed they had found the love of their lives, sadly, both had their hearts broken by him.
Our father married our mothers when they were close to the same age.
He wanted both women to have abortions.
Our mothers were close to the same ages when they gave birth to us.
We both were given the same first name and a French middle name. Hers is Monet, mine was LaFon.
When both of us were born, we were raised in our grandparents’ homes.
When we were eight years old, both our mothers remarried and we both didn’t have healthy relationships with our stepfathers.
We both love art, music, movies, giving to others, and miniature things.
We both love to travel, go exploring and see God’s big, beautiful world!
We both married the loves of our lives! And our children (and for Angelique also her grandson)
are the greatest blessings of our lives!
One of the things I find so wonderful that we also have in common… we both love BEARS!
She calls her husband Billy Bear and her grandson Sugar Bear!
When she learned all about our Huggabears and that we call our children bears she was tickled pink!

I am absolutely amazed at all that we have in common with each other and we are learning more all the time!

After we had begun connecting with one another and knew that if we were 24% DNA match with one another, the man, Michael Shaffer having a 27% shared DNA had to be our brother.

We were right. He was.

I kept sending letters to Michael’s Ancestry account as I didn’t know how often he might have checked his messages there. I received a lovely letter from a woman named Leia who was Michael’s friend since high-school. Michael’s story was much sadder than Angelique’s and mine.

Our father, Robert, had an affair with Michael’s mother while he was still married. Michael was born in 1958, so we believe this affair possibly took place while he was married to Jake and Jamey’s mother.

Michael’s mother was also 18 years old when he met Robert. They never were married and when she got pregnant with Michael… you can guess, Robert wanted her to have an abortion.
She too had the baby and lived with her parents who raised Michael.

Sadly, Michael got bone cancer and died before Angelique and I had the chance to get acquainted with him, but Leia connected us to his wife, and we were able to see photos of him. My goodness! He was the spitting image of our father! So handsome!

There is still so much that Angelique and I are learning about each other, and we are loving every minute of it! She thought she was an only child as Jeanette never had any other children. But then one day, because of Ancestry.com, she learned she had four other siblings, and nieces and at least one nephew, my Samuel!

This is what we have pieced together so far of the children of Robert Sims:

We believe Jake was the first born. Jamey, his sister, was next. Thought we aren’t totally sure about their birth years. But we believe Michael was born next in 1958. Then Angelique the 1^st in 1968, followed by me in 1971.

I also have a brother whom I share a mother with, who was born in 1981.

My mother did tell me two different stories that my father had told her. He believed that he had fathered a child in San Antonio while he was there on commission to do paintings of the Alamo.

He also told her about another child that could have been his because he said he had an affair with the child’s mother.

My mother also told me that when he left her, he had gone to live with a woman in Las Vegas. This was information she had received from my Nana who later sent me some photos of her with my father taken in Las Vegas. Who knows? Maybe we have a sibling there too!

Needless to say, our father enjoyed gallivanting around the country spreading his seed to these poor young girls who all fell hard for his good looks, talent and charm, and believed him to be much younger than he was. I guess the positive side of that is that his children should have good genes when it comes to aging!

God only knows how many of his children are actually out there… and how many might have been aborted. My prayer is that if there are more siblings out there who need to be loved and understood, that God would bring them to take the Ancestry test too. Angelique and I hope to be able to get more connected with Jake and Jamey in the days ahead. Angelique and I have a lot of love to share with any of our siblings in the world who will receive it and want to be part of our and our family’s lives!

My children came up with a song for Angelique and I to sing, based upon one of their childhood songs sung in church.

“Father Robert Sims, had many sons,
Many sons had father Robert Sims,
I am one of them, you may be too!
So let’s just say DEAR LORD!”

My children are such goofballs! They make me laugh!

Angelique is an amazing woman and I love her dearly. She is so very kind, gentle, loving, compassionate, brave, strong, highly intelligent, hardworking, giving, and is so very beautiful! She is married to a wonderful man who loves her dearly and takes excellent care of her heart! She too is a gifted artist and works in many mediums. She laughs easily, makes me laugh, is so easy to get along with and I love that people can tell we are sisters! She is a devoted and loving wife, mother, and grandmother. Oh yes! I have a very handsome new nephew, a beautiful new niece and a very handsome new grandnephew who is so precious! I can’t wait to meet them all!

Angelique and I do not hold any bitterness or anger toward our father. We both have forgiven him for his choices and actions where we were concerned. We both love and trust God in all things and we both believe that God knew best where our father was concerned in our lives. We are just so thankful to have found each other!

There is no one on earth who can understand my feelings about our father like Angelique can. God knew that we needed each other and there really are no words to properly describe how thankful I am for her. I am also more thankful than words can say that God kept nudging me to take and Ancestry DNA test! Without that test, I might not have found Angelique and started this amazing journey into learning more about my ancestors and who I am.

Angelique is also a wonderful sister and has become my very dear friend. She is a wonderful aunt and loves getting to know my children and is already spoiling them—which they love! 😉 I praise Adonai, my AWESOME GOD every single day for giving me the miraculous gift, that only He could give, of my beautiful Sister Bear, Angelique!

Today, December 12^th is her birthday! She shares a birthday with my son, Samuel who was also born on December 12th! I had not shared this story publicly as I wanted to have this past year to just take this all in, learn all that I could about Angelique, and just enjoy having her as my sister!
I love being able to say that I have a sister!

I didn’t feel led in my spirit to bring this story to the world right away. There was so much to learn and so much time was needed to learn it. I am thankful for the time to get to know my sister during 2022, and recently I felt led write our incredible story to also testify of God’s goodness, as this was something only God could do. Today I am posting it for her birthday, as a gift to her and to let the world what an incredible, miraculous, extra special, and precious gift she is to me!

Happy birthday, my Sister Bear, I am thankful for you and love you so much!

How God is Healing me from Sexual, Mental, and Emotional Abuse… And How He Can Heal You

Before I begin, I would like to provide you with some important information. In my 47^th year I learned the meaning of the scriptures of Eph. 2:14-17 “For He Himself is our shalom—He has made us both one and has broken down the m’chitzah (wall) which divided us by destroying in
His own body the enmity occasioned by the Torah, with its commands set forth in the form or ordinances. He did this in order to create in union with Himself from the two groups a single new humanity and thus make shalom, and in order to reconcile to God both in a single body by being executed on a stake as a criminal and thus in Himself killing that enmity. Also, when He came, He announced as Good News shalom to you far off and shalom to those nearby. News that through Him we both have access in one Spirit to the Father.”

I have been studying under the teachings of Pastors Larry and Tiz Huch and Rabbi Jonathan Cahn about the Jewish roots of our faith since 2018 and have learned that when a person quickly and easily understands the verse above, along with understanding all the teachings of the Jewish faith, that means the person is called to teach it to others. I am one of those called to teach the Jewish roots of our Christian faith and to work to fulfill Eph. 2:14-17 because I do understand it quickly and believe it completely.

I stand with Israel, and I stand up for the Jewish people, they are God’s chosen people and I speak out against all antisemitism and a divided Israel state. I also do not believe that we Christians have replaced the Jewish people. Jesus Christ was a Jew who never stopped being a Jew, so were Mary and Joseph and all of Jesus’ disciples. I am thankful that because I have Jesus Christ as my Savior, I am counted among God’s precious children. I believe God’s Word, where the Apostle Paul teaches us in Romans chapter 11 that we Gentiles are grafted into the vine to receive all of God’s marvelous blessings, but the Jewish people are never going to be replaced by Gentiles.

In addition to that I am called to reach the hearts of Jewish people who still do not know Yeshua Hamashiach, Jesus Christ, is their Messiah, as well as working to reach the hearts who do not know God the Father or Jesus Christ, as their Savior.

It is because of this calling of God upon my life, and the choice I have made to live my life by the scriptures of God’s Holy Word, you will often see me listing scriptures from the Jewish Christian Bible in this testimony. Though there may be instances where I list other solid translations of scripture, the reason why I like to use the Jewish Christian translation is because it is the closest translation possible to the original Hebrew texts given from God to man thousands of years ago. The Word of God still stands just as true today as it did back then, and it always will forevermore.

With that information being given, I now begin.

“They triumphed over him by the blood of the Lamb and by the word of their testimony.” Revelation 12:11 (NIV)

                                                                                                                                                                           

June 2022

“Throw all your anxieties upon Him, because He cares about you.”
 1 Peter 5:7 (Jewish Christian Bible)
I have spoken this verse, taught it, sung it in songs and yet… I have had a burden that I’ve continued to carry for the past forty-seven years. I turned fifty-one years old, August 2022, and the time has come for me to lay down this heavy burden of darkness down at the feet of my Savior of light so He can take it from me, continue to heal me, and use me for His specific mission that He has for me.

“Jesus said, ‘I AM the Way—and the Truth and the Life, no one comes to the Father except through Me.’” John 14:6

This is my testimony—part of it anyway. I have many more testimonies to share of God’s great love and miraculous power! But this one is special. It is about me and knowing I will stand before Christ upon Judgement Day, knowing God is truth and knows all which is true, I vow it is the truth. I believe Jesus Christ is truth and all truth stands with Him. He hears and sees all, even thoughts and feelings. Not one single thing is ever hidden from God. The time has come for me to put forward my personal testimony of all that Jesus Christ, my precious Lord, Savior, and very best Friend, has brought me through thus far.

Before I continue, some who are not familiar with the word “testimony” might be wondering what that is. As defined by the dictionary, a testimony is a “formal written or spoken statement especially one given in a court of law.” My definition of the word testimony as it applies to this formally written statement is to tell of the wonders, the greatness, the faithfulness, and the healing power of my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ so that others might bare witness to what He has done for me, is still doing for me and will continue to do for me for all the days of my life.

I am starting to write this testimony while still in my 50^th year. I am quite sure it will take me a long time before I finish it and I will not be 50 years old when it is done. But I have learned that the Bible teaches about the year of Jubilee, which is only every fifty years for a person, place, or thing’s life. A Jubilee year is a time of return and restoration. So, it makes perfect sense to me why I would begin writing this during my year of Jubilee. Even if I don’t finish it in my 50^th year, I know that the work God wants to do of restoration to my heart is beginning there.

There are those who don’t know God who often believe if a person follows Jesus, they shouldn’t have any more trouble in their life. While I believe it is true that a life lived for Jesus is absolutely, positively the BEST life a person can lead, that doesn’t mean a person will stop having troubles, but when we follow Jesus, and give our heart to Him, it does mean that Jesus will be with us, and He promises to help us through our troubles.  

“I have said these things to you so that, united with me, you may have shalom (peace). In the world, you have trials. But be brave! I have conquered the world!” John 16:33 (JCB)

“Keep your lives free from the love of money; and be satisfied with what you have; for God Himself has said, ‘I will never fail you or abandon you.’ Therefore, we say with confidence, ‘Adonai is my helper’ I will not be afraid—what can a human being do to me?’” Hebrews 13:5-6 (JCB)

The truth is, we live in a beautiful world that is unfortunately also a place where the devil, Satan, our enemy dwells. Quite often, when a person gives their heart to Jesus Christ and devotes their life to serving Him, they may see more hardships come along than others do. It is because Satan is the great deceiver and he hates everyone, especially those who serve Jesus. The truth is, Satan wants to destroy us all.

“Stay sober, stay alert! Your enemy, the devil, stalk about like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour.” 1 Peter 5:8

I can boldly say, with all confidence, that if we place all our trust in God, study, believe. speak and stand up for His Word, obey what He commands us, and love Him as He longs for us to, God will pour out blessings upon our lives more than we could ask or imagine.

“Now to Him who by His power working in us is able to do far beyond anything we can ask or imagine, to Him be glory in the Messianic Community, the church and in the Messiah Yeshua from generation to generation forever. Amen.” Eph. 3:20

I have learned through my years that God’s great love for us is an unfathomable constant. His love is an all-powerful guiding light to give us help, healing, peace, everything we need, He is. When we reach out to Jesus, Jesus is always there for us, just as He promised.

“I will be with you always, yes, even until the end of the age.” Matthew 28:20 (JCB)
I hope as you read, you will see that without Jesus being with me, my life as it is now, would look very different. It is because of Jesus, Yeshua, that I am who I am. It is because of God’s Word that I know who He says I am and that is how I define myself. I do not define myself by what people say of me, but by what my Creator, my Heavenly Father God, Adonai, my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, say of me. It is because of the powerful presence of the Holy Spirit, the Comforter, being with me, leading and guiding me, teaching me through His still small voice that whispers to me which way to go that I have made it thus far on my life’s journey. It is the Holy Trinity, Adonai, God the Father, Yeshua, the Son and Messiah, Jesus Christ and the Holy Spirit that daily seek to please with my life and I know and trust that They will guide me.

“With your ears you will hear a word from behind you: ‘This is the way; stay on it, whether you go to the right or the left.’” Isaiah 30:21 (JCB)

There is no easy way to begin telling this, so I will just say it.
I was a victim of sexual, mental, and emotional abuse that began in my life when I was a little girl of four years old.

When you have suppressed things which wounded your soul, heart, and mind and didn’t get help for those things but placed them somewhere deep down inside you, locking them up in secret places so others wouldn’t know, it is very challenging to suddenly open those doors and let those things out. Just like any other earthly door that remains sealed for many years, things get dusty and rusty, and hinges become extremely difficult to open.

I have kept this information closed off from most people. Only my God knows all that has taken place and few others know some of what I have experienced. I have found that by keeping this closed off in the secret places of my heart, mind, and soul, it has become a hinderance for others to truly understand who I am and why I do what I do, and it has become a hinderance to myself. It is too much weight for me to bare any longer.

It was out of pure fear of what others would say or do to me if I came forward with my story that I have not done so until this time. But I have learned that fear does not come from God.

“For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.”
2 Timothy 1:7

“Be strong and courageous, do not be terrified do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God is with you, wherever you go.” Joshua 1:9

I also know that God’s timing is always perfect and so I trust that He has brought me to this place, space, and moment of time, and is blessing me with the courage to write this testimony today because it is all part of His plan for my life and His mission for me in this world.

“For everything there is a season, a right time for every intention under heaven…” 
Ecclesiastes 3:1 (JCB)

Thank You, Jesus, I can honestly say that I am a victim of abuse no more!
I used to call myself a survivor but now I am going to start calling myself a Victor. It is through laying down this burden and finally addressing it publicly, to give my testimony of how Jesus Christ, my Lord and Savior, saved me and brought me through it all that I can claim that victory!

I have heard it said that ‘your pain can be your prison or your platform’.
Although I did not understand the things I endured at the time, mostly because I was so young, I can now clearly see how God is taking everything that happened to me which was wicked, and full of darkness and through His saving grace and power, He is transforming me and is turning my pain into my driving force to do good, holy works of light in this world! He has placed me upon His solid rock. His Holy Word, the Bible, is my platform. God is giving me my voice to teach others that it is okay for you to speak up for yourself when you must. Only God, Adonai could do that! Our God is an awesome God!

“Yeshua (Jesus) answered him, ‘You don’t understand yet what I am doing, but in time you will understand.’” John 13:7 (JCB)

I want to be very clear that I am not writing this testimony as any form of revenge toward anyone. I am not lashing out, being harsh and judgmental or trying to cause harm or damage to a single soul as some may believe. If I were a vengeful, harsh, and judgmental person, who lashes out, I wouldn’t have waited as long as I have to come forward with this story and I wouldn’t write it as I am about to now. I am writing this out of obedience to the leading of God, Adonai, to take my power back from those whom I have lived in fear of for so many years.

I believe you will learn that hatred holds no place in my heart. I do not hate anyone. I hate come people’s actions and some people’s words, but I know I cannot enter into the Kingdom of heaven with hate in my heart toward others. I have no roots of bitterness in my heart either. I am sure there are those out there who might accuse me of writing this for other intentions, but I take my comfort knowing God sees and knows my heart inside out. He know all my thoughts, hears all my words and sees all my actions.

I have so many reasons why I write tell this testimony and the most important reason is because I cannot tell you about how the amazing power of Jesus Christ is healing me, unless I tell you what injured me. The bad parts must be told for you to understand all the goodness of God and see the evidence of His hand in my life. My hope is that by your reading my story, if you don’t yet know Jesus Christ as your personal Lord and Savior, you may want to.

I do not wish to have the same old aromas of my past on me anymore. I wish to shed the darkness of my past and step fully into the marvelous and healing light of Jesus Christ.

I have read so many times in the Bible where people would set up a stone as a testimony and marking of a place where something important happened. Their story will always be part of their lives, but once they placed that stone as a reminder and testimony of what God brought them through, they moved forward. They moved past it.

I believe for the things that haunt a person’s past which are of darkness, the person must lay the burden down at the feet of light of Jesus Christ. It is then and only then that they can begin to move forward with their life and not carry the darkness with them everywhere they go. Abuse of any kind, but especially sexual abuse is something that a person carries with them everywhere they go. This is my representation of my laying this burden down at the feet of my Savior and setting up a stone as my personal testimony of what God has done in my life regarding abuse. I know there will be more “stones” I will set up as testimonies of circumstances that God will bring me through as I continue my life’s journey, but this one is quite significant for me and the most difficult to tell.

This story is mine and always will be, but the burdens of pain, confusion, and frustration from so many incidents of abuse in my past can remain at the feet of my Savior so I can move forward with His plans for my life and not carry it into my future.

I believe completely and totally in the healing power of forgiveness through Jesus Christ. I understand that in order to receive forgiveness of sins from Jesus Christ, we must confess Him as our Lord and Savior, and we must confess those sins to Him and ask for His forgiveness.

“If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.” 1 John 1:9 (ESV)

“Therefore, confess your sins to one another and pray for one another, that you may be healed. The prayer of a righteous person has great power as it is working.” James 5:16 (ESV)

I believe we must also forgive others to receive forgiveness. When we forgive, especially the things which have broken us severely, that is when the healing power of Jesus Christ begins to flow!

“And when you stand praying, if you have anything against anyone, forgive him; so that your Father in heaven may also forgive your offenses.”  Mark 11:25 (JBC)

This is a story about the healing power of forgiveness, learning to trust God in all things, and taking steps to move forward. Not only that, but my testimony will prove how God can take something– anything which is full of darkness and turn it to light. He brings beauty from ashes and turns mourning into dancing!

“Yes, provide for those in Zion who mourn, giving them garlands instead of ashes, the oil of gladness instead of mourning, a cloak of praise instead of a heavy spirit, so that they will be called oaks of righteousness planted by Adonai, in which He takes pride.” Isaiah 61:3 (JCB)

“You have turned for me my mourning into dancing; you have loosed my sackcloth and clothed me with gladness” Psalm 30:11 (ESV)

And He brings His sweetness to those who are broken.

“The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit.” Psalm 34:18 (ESV)

God works all things together for the good of those who serve Him!

“Furthermore, we know that God causes everything to work together for the good of those who love God and are called in accordance with His purpose.” Romans 8:28 (JCB)

The first reason I write is out of obedience to God who has been speaking to my heart about writing this for some time. Years in fact.

When someone says they were told to do something by God, or they ‘talk to God’, I know there are many people who either think they are crazy, or they mock it and don’t believe them at all. Then there are those out there who think it is God speaking to them, but if what they are being spoken is not in accordance with the scriptures of God’s Word, it isn’t God who is speaking to them. The Word of God is God and what He speaks comes to pass. That is why it is sacred and Holy.

“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was with God in the beginning. All things came to be through Him and without Him nothing made had being. In Him was life, and the life was the light of mankind. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not suppressed it.” John 1:1-5 (JCB)

The Bible is God’s voice, it is an extension of Him and one of the most powerful ways He communicates, teaches, and guides us.

“All Scripture is God breathed and is valuable for teaching the truth conviction of sin, correcting faults and training in right living: thus anyone who belongs to God may be fully equipped for every good work.” 2 Timothy 3:16 (JCB)

God must be true to His Word and so if the person is saying something which is not in alignment with God’s Word, then it is not from God. God will never go against His Word because He cannot go against Himself. And what is written in His Word, whether it be promises, instruction or warnings of judgement, they will always take place.

“For just as rain and snow fall from the sky and do not return there, but water the earth, causing it to bud and produce, giving seed to the sower and bread to the eater; so is My Word that goes out from My mouth—it will not return to me unfulfilled but it will accomplish what I intend, and cause to succeed what I sent it to do.” Isaiah 55:10-11 JCB)

Of course, a person also needs to know God’s Word and the context in which it was written to identify the differences. People must be careful and ask God for discernment when listening to someone share about what they say God is speaking to them. There are so many false teachers in the world who know a bit about the Bible and often use it to serve their purposes. They like to fit God into their teachings instead of them obeying His teachings. There are so many New Age, self-help programs that are filled with spiritual teachings out there which are not in alignment with the scriptures. The Bible warns us of these things. So, it is so important to have a Bible– of a solid translation, and study it so that you can understand what those differences are.

2 Timothy 4:3-4 “For the time is coming when people will not have patience for sound teaching but will cater to their passions and father around themselves teachers who say whatever their ear itch to hear. Yes, they will stop listening to the truth, but will turn aside to follow myths.” 2 Timothy 4:3-4 (JCB)

“For such men are false apostles, deceitful workmen, disguising themselves as apostles of Christ. And no wonder, for even Satan disguise himself and an angel of light. So it is no surprise if his servants, also disguise themselves as servants of righteousness. Their end will correspond to their deeds.” 2 Corinthians 11:13-15 (NIV)

I do understand what it is like to have God speak to you because God does speak to me and how I know it is Him is because what He speaks is always in accordance with His Word. God never speaks anything that goes against His Word. That’s how I know it is God. I also understand what it is like to talk to God because I talk to Him through prayer and singing worship to Him every single day, throughout my days and nights. I don’t say this to bran, I say it to declare that I LOVE it! I love worshiping God so much! It brings me so much peace, joy, wisdom, and healing! Adonai, God the Father, Yeshua, Jesus Christ the Son, and our Friend and Comforter, the Holy Spirit, I love and worship the Godhead trinity. I love Them and need Them all day, every day. I cannot live without them. I won’t live without Them.

Praying to God, is just talking to God. You close your eyes and picture Him there with you, because His Holy Spirit is there, and you can talk to Him like you would talk to a very precious, faithful friend who cherishes you. Because He is.

The truth is, God calls and speaks to all of us because He wants to have a relationship with all His children. The evidence of that is written in John 3:16 “For God so loved the world, that He gave His only and unique Son, so that everyone who trusts in Him may have eternal life instead of being utterly destroyed.” (JCB)

The difference for those who hear God and those who don’t is because some of us are ready and willing to listen and others are not there yet. According to the scriptures, there are some who never will be.

“Not everyone who says to me, ‘Lord, Lord,’ will enter the kingdom of heaven, but the one who does the will of my Father who is in heaven. On that day many will say to me, ‘Lord, Lord, did we not prophesy in your name, and cast out demons in your name, and do many mighty works in your name?’ And then will I declare to them, ‘I never knew you; depart from me, you workers of lawlessness.” Matthew 7:21-23 (ESV)

So, the questions a non-believer may ask might be, “How do you know God is speaking to you?” “Do you hear an audible voice?” “How do you know the difference between God and your own thoughts?” Those are all excellent questions, and my answer would be: it all depends upon your personal relationship with God.

For me, God speaks very clearly through His Word, through solid teachings of others in alignment with His Word and Holy Spirit, through worship, in dreams, and at times, He also gives me very clear, detailed ideas while I’m awake. These are ideas that randomly pop into my conscious mind while I am thinking about something totally different which is not at all connected to the idea. I know that is Adonai getting my attention. God also likes to speak to me while I do housework. I have had many scenes for my Intercessors books come while doing the dishes or vacuuming… which makes my housework much more exciting! For example, when I am doing the dishes and scrubbing a pot from cooking dinner that night and suddenly, I see before me a scene between Jace and Rateesh, (characters from The Intercessors) and it brings me to a standstill, I know that’s God! (Yes, that really happened!)

There are also times when God will use people of His choosing to tell me something. Sometimes He speaks through them to give me new information He wants me to know and sometimes he speaks through them to confirm something He already told me. God uses my husband, Josh, for this quite often and some of my precious friends who walk in the Holy Spirit, especially my beautiful friends, Rhona Mullins, and Doug and Shay Patterson. But there are times when God has used people I don’t know very well or know at all to give me a confirmation of something He spoke to me, and I know this is God as well. After all, if it wasn’t God how would they even know about it in the first place?

I wrote a very powerful and true story that is on my blog sit about my name and how God used a woman named Marilyn Leininger, who is now a dear friend, but at the time, I did not know her at all, to give me information about myself and confirm a work that He wanted me to do. If you would like to read this story sometime, you can find it here: https://angeliquelafoncox.wordpress.com/?s=JOurney+to+my+name

The first way God spoke to me about coming forward with this story was after Josh and I had watched a documentary on Netflix called “The Keepers”. This is a series about a nun who learned about sexual abuse of young girls in a school where she taught and then was mysteriously murdered after trying to help the children.

This documentary is not easy to watch or hear. The stories of abuse are sickening to the soul.
But the women who came forward to tell their stories were so incredibly brave. They impacted my heart and moved my spirit deeply. When we finished the series, I told Josh I was so amazed at their courage and how much they inspired me. After watching the show, I began to pray and ask God to make me brave like the women I saw in “The Keepers” documentary because I wanted to do more to help children who are being abused in any form of abuse.

Josh and I have been happily serving children in need through our organization, unofficially since Hurricane Katrina in August 2005, and officially since June 5th, 2009, when The Huggabear Children’s Project, Inc. received its official stamp of approval from the IRS as a 501c3 organization. Some of those who read this story may be familiar with our work to serve children internationally, but if you are not, I invite you to visit our website at huggabears.org
In addition to that site we also have our family ministry website that you can visit at: lafoncox.com

I have happily served, taught, directed musically, and given to children all throughout my life and consider it the greatest work in the world to get to do what I do! I thank God every day for choosing me to do this work and I will do it as long as I have breath.

I believe another reason God wants me to come forward with my story is because He has been revealing more plans for me and has been speaking to me about expanding the work I do for children through HCP in addition to new works for adults that I never imagined possible.

In the month of July, God began speaking to me through dreams. Three times He gave me dreams where I was speaking before a group of people. In the first dream I had the understanding that they were a group of parents. In the second dream, I was speaking before state senators, and in the third dream I was speaking before Congress! In each dream I was speaking out for stronger child abuse laws, creating federally funded counseling programs which are easily accessible for children to receive counseling and professional help, and doing more for the protection of our greatest treasures ever to be found in this world… our children. I also want to do more to assist mothers who choose to give life to their child over abortion.

The dreams were so real and detailed, and I did not forget them when I woke up the next day. This is another way I know when a dream is from God or just a random dream. When they are Divine Dreams, instructing me about something I am to do, they are very detailed and deeply pressed into my memory. They are also felt deeply within my heart, and I wake up motivated to do the work God has placed before me. I don’t forget the dreams and I know that is God speaking to me, literally showing me what He is going to have me do.

After I had these dreams, I wasn’t sure how to begin to do what I had dreamt.

I prayed, “God, I don’t have any experience in this kind of thing. I have no idea where to start, what to do, what to say or who to contact. But I know You do. I trust You and ask You to show me where I should begin.”

This isn’t the first time I prayed this kind of prayer. God had spoken to both Josh and me about starting The Huggabear Children’s Project, Inc. a 501c3 when MaCaedyn was an infant baby. We had no idea how or where to start that… but God showed us and helped us. Then, after God gave me the vision for The Intercessors novels, again, I didn’t know where to start, so I prayed and as always, God answered and directed me to do that too!

It was about a week after having these dreams while I was at the post office one day. I was thinking about what I was going to cook for my family and what project I was going to work on that evening, when suddenly a very clear and precise idea came into my head: the first step I needed to take to speak out was to write this story.

It made perfect sense. If God wants to use me to speak up for stronger child abuse laws and doing more to protection the children in our nation and world, I will hold more credibility by telling my story. By telling this story others would understand that I am becoming a victorious survivor after personally experiencing sexual, mental, and emotional abuse as a child.

In order for me to speak about that publicly I had to begin speaking somewhere.
This story is my somewhere. My starting point.

The second reason I need to write is because when I write a story, it is very therapeutic for me. It’s kind of like the story is directly connected by a thread from my heart, mind, and soul to my laptop. When I write, it’s as if the laptop pulls the story out of me by an unseen thread. The story, of course, will always be mine and part of me, but it doesn’t clamor around inside of my thoughts all the time. In the case of this story, when it clamors around inside, and it clamors loudly, it also brings up very painful memories that surge through my whole being and can cause distraction in my life, as well as mental and physical exhaustion, sadness, and frustration. I believe God gave me the gift of writing to prevent me from battling depression.

I know that once I write to get my thoughts and feelings pulled out of me and get them organized in written word, it helps my healing process continue. God has blessed me with writing as a source of expression and has taught me to use storytelling, musical composition, producing plays, and teaching through our Huggabear Friends YouTube show as my personal release to let out things He wants to remove from me. Then, He fills those places with His glorious healing, love, grace, and strength so I can do more good things for His glory!

I want to encourage others who read this story and may need to know, if you haven’t tried writing as a form of therapy, I highly recommend it.

That leads me to the next reason why I know it is important for me to write this story.
Sadly, I know my story is a much more common story than we may want to believe. In fact, I know there are millions of stories out there that are much, much worse, harder to tell, and harder to hear or read than mine. It is tremendously heartbreaking to know that there are so many children suffering so greatly in this world and knowing also drives me forward.

I was inspired by the amazing, courageous women who spoke out in “The Keepers” documentary, and I have been amazed and inspired by all those, male and female, who have come forward to tell their stories of surviving abuse. I am hoping that if you are taking the time to read this story and you have been struggling to cope with abuse you have endured, no matter what kind of abuse it was, and no matter how old you may now be, that you too will feel empowered to take the first step forward in your healing process. That first step is being able to acknowledge what happened to you, talk, or write about it, and seek professional help so that you can learn how to lay down your heavy burden. My hope is that you will bring it to the feet of Jesus because I know that He has more power than anyone or anything you will ever find in this world to help you. That is not an opinion, that is a genuine fact I know to be true!

Something else that I want to tell you, in case no one else has said it, what happened to you was not your fault. You did not bring it upon yourself, and you did not deserve it to happen. I also want to make myself available to you should you want to reach out and write to me. It is always a good thing to find people who have a similar understanding of what it is like to walk in your shoes and to have traveled similar paths. I am not a counselor, pastor, or rabbi, but I try to be a good listener and I love to encourage and pray for people. So, I just wanted to open that door to you should you need it.

The final reason I write this story, and the reason I believe God has spoken to me and has been nudging me along to do this, is so that hopefully, I can do much more to help children in the world who are suffering with abuse and to tell those who are still dealing with the wounds from abuse about the love and healing power of Jesus Christ.

Take a moment with me as you read this to pause and gain the grim understanding that in this moment while you are reading, millions of children all over the world are being abused, either with physical abuse, emotional abuse, sexual abuse, or neglect.

While research varies from study to study, I have discovered that it is believed 1 in 5 girls are sexually abused and 1 in 13 boys are sexually abused every year here in the United States and that over 90% of the time their abuser is a relative or someone close to the family that they know. What I find heartbreaking is that America has one of the worst records of industrialized nations for child abuse or child neglect deaths. Childhelp.org statistics list America losing five children a year to abuse or neglect.

For me, it is not just heartbreaking, it is unfathomable and totally unacceptable. It is unacceptable that even one child anywhere in the world should die due to abuse or neglect. When will people learn that our children are the greatest treasures of this world? They are beautiful, incredible, special, irreplaceable rewards from God! They must be loved, cherished, provided for, cared for, constantly in every way, and if need be, fiercely protected. God tells us in Psalm 127:3 “Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb is a reward.“

If someone won an Oscar, a Superbowl ring, or a gold medal, they would take excellent care of it, display it with pride and want the world to know that it was their reward. Yet, how much greater are our children than something which cannot love, cannot create, cannot live, move or have its being, cannot laugh, cannot speak, sing, play and touch the lives and hearts of others? I can tell you; our children supersede by far anything else you could possibly win, buy, or have in your life. Children are priceless.

So, if God wants to use me to do more works as a child advocate for safety and speak out in this nation and anywhere else in the world where He may open the doors for stronger laws to protect our precious children, then I will go. And if writing this story is the first step to be taken on that journey… I’m on my way!

                                                                                                                                                                                     

July 2022

So now, to tell this testimony from the beginning until now. In order to do that, I must go back to my beginning when I was born… actually, I can go back even farther to the time when my mother was pregnant with me.

My father had given my mother Hepatitis in the early days of her pregnancy with me. She was quite ill and had been hospitalized for it. After many days in the hospital, she was released, and my father took her to her parents’ house. I was told he kissed her on the head, said he was going to get her suitcases and never came back.

As my mother’s pregnancy continued along with her illness, her doctor spoke to her about having an abortion as an “act of mercy” for my life. Her doctor explained that due to the severity of her illness I would be born with serious birth defects, such as my hands and feet being fused together, having possible brain damage and that I would never live a normal or long life.

I’m sure by now you understand by my love for children that I am a ProLife supporter, and this is just one of the reasons why. I am now and always will be thankful to my mother for choosing to let me have my life.

When I was born, I did have some issues to tend to and had to remain in the hospital for a few days, but it was nothing at all like the doctor had warned. I had a hearing condition, which Jesus miraculously healed when I was thirty years old. I had a small heart situation, which Jesus miraculously healed when I was a teenager. I had some trouble with my ligaments being too small, which Jesus healed through time and dance, and I battle asthma. I give praise to You, my Lord, and Savior, Jesus Christ, for giving me a strong and healthy body and mind! God had His mighty hand upon me then and He still has it on me now!

Because my mother was still recovering from hepatitis after I was born, she couldn’t work, and because she had been abandoned by her husband and needed help caring for me, my grandparents lovingly opened their arms and home to us.

There were some connected to us who did not like this arrangement. I have many times put myself in their place to see if I could understand why. My grandfather was not the same man in his elderly years that he had been in his youth. Jesus was the difference for him. My grandmother was raised in a home that loved and served Jesus. I don’t know whether my grandfather was raised in a home like that or not. I believe he surrendered his heart to Jesus a bit later in life. I know that he was quite hard and at times abusive to his own children. So, I could understand why it would be difficult for those to have known my grandfather as they did when they were younger and then see him, as a man saved by the grace of God, interact so differently with me.

While I tried to see things from their perspectives, I don’t believe that exchange was made for me. They seemed to have forgotten I was an innocent baby. I could do nothing to care for myself, or choose where I lived, or have any say in any matter whatsoever. I was so powerless for so many years over so many events that took place in my childhood.

For me, my grandfather, Samuel Boone, “Papa” as I called him, was all the father that I needed in my life. He and my grandmother, whom I called “Mema”, had endured a terrible car accident a couple of months before I was born. Papa’s leg was severely injured in the accident. He was stuck at home, could not work, and from what my grandmother told me, he was batting depression over his injury and situation. Then here we come, a baby and mother recovering from sickness and abandonment, needing a home, care, and love… and we found it. One of the most beautiful and precious relationships of my life was with my Papa and although I know there were those who were envious of it, I will for the rest of my days be so very thankful to God for having him in my life.

As time went on and I began to grow and communicate, I always knew there were those connected…related to me who did not like me, and they did not like my mother and I living with my grandparents. The feelings they had were not contained but were openly shared with others and taught to their children who began mimicking the example set before them on how I was to be treated, how I was spoken to, and the place in which I was to be kept… which was always firmly beneath them… like a doormat.

I have had this kind of “doormat” experience with other people through the years. Perhaps I still have to shed old ways of thinking about and seeing myself.  Still, God has given me a heart that loves people and for many years I kept trying to be the person that would please them. The problem with that is, when there are people who just don’t like you, it doesn’t matter what you do, you will never please them. Joel Osteen once said, “Don’t waste your time with people who are determined not to understand you.” So, then you must make a choice, do I keep trying? Or do I move on and pour my love into others who will receive it?

I also learned that when a person places pleasing others higher in their goals of life than pleasing God, that is a form of idolatry for there is no one we should strive to please more than God. I always tell my children, “Strive each day to please God, our Father in Heaven, and by doing so, you will always please me.”

I don’t know what I would do without my Father, God, Adonai. I remember the first time I realized I didn’t have a father. It was Father’s Day. I was at church and all the children were making Father’s Day cards for their fathers. I made one for Papa. I was very young and could only write my name because I hadn’t started school yet. I remember the Sunday School room, the table I sat at, and the chair I sat at.

“Who did you make a Father’s Day card for?” I was asked by one of the children of those who did not like me.

“For Papa,” I answered.

“He’s not your father, he’s your grandpa. You don’t have a father,” was the reply I received.

I can still travel back through time to this very significant moment and remember all the curiosities and confusions which flooded into my young mind and heart. I felt that statement with my whole being. I didn’t have a father? Why was that? Who was my father? That is another story for another time—and it is quite a story too! But this that was spoken to me, is a perfect example of a child repeating something they had learned from the adult examples in their life… and it impacted and troubled my heart deeply.

This kind of treatment practiced by those who did not like me laid the bricks to pave the road which led to the beginning of my sexual abuse the same summer as that Father’s Day.

Those who held such disdain in their hearts toward me over circumstances that were totally beyond my control had shared and taught their feelings and thoughts to those around them well. How these adults treated me set the tone for their offspring to not only follow their example, but their tone seemed to give permission to remove all boundaries to take negative treatment of me even farther.

I remember vividly the day the sexual abuse first began. I had not yet started school.

I remember my first day of school so well. At this time in my life, I was an only child, and I couldn’t wait to go to school and make new friends. Plus, I have always had a profound love for learning. I remember getting up at the crack of dawn to get dressed and went into my mother to announce I was ready to go. My mother told me to go back to bed because it was too early. I turned five years old on August 26th and started school that fall. The sexual abuse began in June, the summer before school started. I was still four years old.

My mother was a single parent and at this time in my life, she worked full-time and there were days when she needed help with childcare from relatives who did not charge her for it.

This is how the one who abused me was able to open the door of darkness to my life.

I don’t place blame on my mother for the things which happened to me by this person. She was trying to work to support us and needed someone to watch after me.

I do have to admit that there have been moments when I have wondered what my life might have looked like if I hadn’t been where he could get to me.

I will not go into all the details of what all took place in this testimony. As I wrote before, this is my first public step out of this shadow and at this point in time I am still not ready to write about those specific events. Honestly, as I am right now, I don’t know if I would ever be able to do that. I wouldn’t wish anyone to have to read that either.

What I can tell you is that day, that moment, and all the other moments afterward, changed me– and not for the good. It wasn’t just me, but my entire world changed. I felt like a terrible shadow was constantly haunting me, hovering over me everywhere I went and with it a weight upon my little shoulders that I could not break free from. My eyes had been opened to sexual activities that they should not have been opened to at such a tender age. I felt sick to my stomach, dirty in a way that could not be washed, confused, terrified, and full of shame. I was too young to understand the feelings I had or have the words to express those feelings. I was only a four-year-old little girl, and I wasn’t the one who did the bad things, but I knew what was happening to me was bad and wrong, it felt wrong… and it made me sick.

From that day forward, I carried this burden of wickedness with me everywhere I went, every single day. There was no place I went where I could escape it because you cannot escape the thoughts and memories that are in your mind and heart.

I believe when God creates a child, He gives them an innocence of mind, purity of spirit and tenderness of heart that seems to create a beautiful blindness to the things which are evil in the world. I believe children are created with the same filters that Adam and Eve had in their beginning days in the Garden of Eden. They are not born with the understanding of things which are evil. We are born with an innocent spirit of goodness that comes from God. So, when someone comes to a child, just as the serpent came to Eve, and wicked events begin to unfold in that child’s life that should never take place, their eyes, just like Adam and Eve’s, are suddenly and instantly opened to evil and wickedness, which always, always is attached to darkness. Although the child might not be able to explain what evil or wickedness is in words, they certainly do feel it and their mind, spirit, and heart know instinctively it is wrong.   

In order to keep me silent so I would not tell anyone what was happening to me, fear tactics and threats were placed into my young psyche. This person was over a decade older than I, he was tall, cunning, manipulative, and quite intimidating. I became instantly fearful of him. His very presence filled me with so much pain, confusion, and shame. I didn’t understand what was happening to me. I didn’t understand why it was happening to me and all I wanted to do was try to figure out a way to make it stop… but my fear held me in the bondage of his control.

I tried to internalize my fear, embarrassment, and disgust inside, to press it all down and hold it there so that no one knew what was happening to me after all he would tell me “No one can know.” But I was so little and didn’t even understand about all the different emotions a person can have much less how to handle them. I was also surrounded by generations who didn’t understand the benefit that crying brings to a person’s health and always heard phrases like, “Now stop your crying”, or “Be brave”, or “Let’s just be happy!” So, my fears and emotions would come out in other forms. I developed a terrible nervous habit of biting my nails, sometimes to the point of bleeding. Nightmares became a constant in my life as well… terrible nightmares that I have battled for decades. I also developed a tactic of biting the insides of my mouth to keep my lips from quivering when I felt like crying. I did this to the point where dentists have offered to surgically remove the large skin tags that have now formed there.

When I had to be around this person, I would tense up from my head to my toes and feel nervousness and sickness in my stomach. I couldn’t concentrate, gather my thoughts, or breathe properly. My hands would tremble, and my legs always felt weak. I tried to keep my eyes fixed downward. His presence literally made my skin crawl.

The abuse took place over the course of the next few years whenever he could get me alone. Sometimes getting me alone was to keep me out in a field behind the mulberry tree after the rest of the kids we were playing with ran inside. This would happen even while my mother and others were right inside his house. Some moments took place inside his house, some in his bathroom, one incident took place in his siblings’ bedroom upon his sibling’s bed.

I remember thinking to myself, maybe if I threw up on him, he would stop and not want to do this to me anymore. Yet even though I always felt sick to my stomach, I didn’t know how to make myself throw up. The fear would overtake me, and I felt totally and completely powerless to stop it. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t breathe. I could hardly move. I closed my eyes and tried to think of being somewhere else. It was as if my fear paralyzed me.

Then there was the humiliation by this person that would take place in front of others. I remember one time I was sitting next to one of my relatives who was a very beautiful girl and the one who abused me would complement her and talk about how beautiful she was to other others in the room. Then he would look at me and say, “And look at you! You look like a little old lady!” I was just a child when he said this, but his words made me feel ugly and small.

It was a never ending, constant stream of degradation and humiliation that took place, not just with the one who abused me but those around him as well. Sometimes I spoke back and tried to stand up for myself, but that just brought more mocking, abasement, or chastisement for me being a mouthy spoiled brat and talking back disrespectfully. I knew they believed my place was under their feet, always a doormat—and doormats don’t speak.

This doormat mentality I have battled for years and one reason my counselors have all said is I often say, “I’m sorry” to others, even when I have no cause to do so.

I have learned that for children who have been sexually abused under the age of six, the abuser is usually a relative. While sexual abuse can take place anywhere a child is present, many times the abuse takes place in their own home, often in their own room. This can often make the child come to dread their room and be present in it. This was not the case for me.

My abuse took place at my abuser’s home, and that home was a place I associated with nothing but darkness, fear, confusion, and pain. So, my place of refuge was the place I called home, the home of Mema and Papa. In this home I had a little room with my own bed, belongings, and toys. There was also a wonderful backyard with a swing-set and a playhouse that my grandfather had built for my mother and aunt when they were little girls. This was no ordinary playhouse either. Because it was constructed by my grandfather, it had a porch, a locking door, tile floor and electricity. I loved playing in that beautiful little house. I also loved climbing the trees in my grandparents’ backyard and picking fruit to enjoy while I sat on a branch. This was a home where I felt joy. A home that was full of love. A home where I felt safe. Looking back, I again can thank God for those days and that home.

When I was six years old, I experienced something that helped take my mind off the feelings I had from the sexual abuse. On May 25, 1977, my mother took me and one of my cousins to see Star Wars. It was opening night at the Cine Capri theater on 24^th Street and Camelback. I remember it all vividly. The line was wrapped around the building to get inside. People were so excited, but I wasn’t really sure what it was all about. I just knew I loved seeing movies and was happy to be there. Once I saw it, even at age six, I understood Star Wars was like nothing anyone had ever seen before.

Once I had seen it and experienced this galaxy far, far away from a long time ago, and all the characters there, it changed everything—not just for how movies were made, but for how kids my age played. I loved Princess Leia. She was so beautiful and although she was a beautiful princess, she was strong, a warrior, intelligent and not afraid to stand up to the dark side. I loved her, and I loved using my imagination to pretend that I was Princess Leia. That Christmas my mother bought me a lightsaber. It was my favorite toy and I wished at times that it was real so that I could use it to defend myself against the one who abused me. I can laugh now when I tell you that I imagined myself cutting off certain “parts” of him, but back then I was serious.

I am still a Star Wars fan today and enjoy all the stories and movies with my children, but what I learned is that the problem with leaning upon things of the world to help you battle darkness is that the things of the world hold no supernatural power to do that. Things of the world bring happiness that is different from the joy of Jesus Christ. Happiness from things in the world is fleeting. So, when I stopped pretending to be Princess Leia and had to just be me, I was right back to dealing with those same old feelings. I had not yet learned to place all my trust, hope and feelings into the hands of Jesus Christ.

When I was seven years old a great transition came harshly and suddenly to my life, and it happened in the middle of the night.

I remember waking up in the middle of the night to the sounds of a commotion. It frightened me because I had no idea what was happening. I jumped out of bed and found my mother and grandfather very upset with one another. My grandmother was away, I believe she was in West Virginia visiting her family.

I was still trying to wake up and everything seemed like a whirlwind of motion around me. The next thing I knew my mother was gathering some of our things for us to leave and stay at her friend’s house. Her name was Marilyn.

This moment in my life was so terribly painful, so full of confusion and fear. I remember standing on the front porch in my pajamas in the middle of the night crying, clinging to Papa’s hand, begging not to have to leave. Papa was crying too. As we left, I remember looking out of Marilyn’s car window to see him standing on the porch. I cried all through the night until I collapsed from exhaustion.

The next day I had to get up and go to school. But before I did, my mother told me that we were going to move to Mesa to live with my Aunt Cookie and her family. I remember when she took me to school, I was so tired, sick to my stomach, totally distraught and confused. I was trying to hide my crying and be brave, but when she was gone and as I walked to my classroom, the tears came flowing down like a flood and there was nothing that could hold them back.

I was in the second grade and my teacher, a lovely lady that I loved so much named Mrs. Nash, came to my table and was trying to find out why I was crying. I hardly knew what to say, but I told her and my friends that something had happened during the night, and I didn’t know why but I had to move away to Mesa. I remember my sweet friends, especially my best friend, Echo Gaffney, and some other very sweet girls came to hug me. They were crying too. I didn’t want to leave school that day. I knew that when I did, I would be leaving all I knew behind. My school, my friends, my home, and Mema and Papa.

When my mom picked me up her car was full of our things. We left and went to Mesa that day.
Inside my heart was breaking. I didn’t understand why these things were happening, but I was powerless to stop them.

My mother wanted me to look at the positive things and not the negative. So, I tried.
The good part of moving to Mesa with my Aunt Cookie were my cousins John and Jeremy. John, Johnny as I called him, was my favorite cousin. He was five years older than I and was always so kind to me. He played with me so much and we had a lot in common. We loved music, art, horses, playing games, and using our imaginations. John constantly would make me laugh, so hard sometimes that I would have an asthma attack! But I was so glad he did. My cousin Jeremy was six years younger than I and oh, how I loved to help take care of him and play with him. He was such a cute and precious baby.

My Aunt Cookie and Uncle Earl were also very loving and very kind to me. Aunt Cookie loved to make me clothes as she only had boys, and my Uncle Earl loved to play and make me laugh. They also had very sweet little dogs that I loved so much, Noel, the mama and her son, Snowball. I am one who believes in the healing help that can come from animals. I have been blessed to have many loving pets in my life and I understand the calming joy that they can bring.

Having John and Jeremy to play with every day helped me so much with this transition and I will always be so grateful to them for their love during these days. Yet, here was another abusive problem that I would encounter at my new school Adam’s Elementary in Mesa, Arizona. I was placed into the second-grade class of a woman, that for this story, I will call Miss Laney.

On the outside, Miss Laney might be described as an attractive young lady. She was very petite and had long brown hair which she mainly kept in a ponytail. Most would say she had a pleasant face, and she wore large, rounded, brown-framed glasses. When I first met her, I thought she was pretty… but that impression changed very quickly. I soon would think her to be one of the ugliest women I had ever seen, because she showed me what her heart looked like.

My second-grade teacher Mrs. Nash, who taught at my previous school, Tavan Elementary, was just like a loving grandmother. So kind, so patient. All her students loved and respected her. Miss Laney was nothing like Mrs. Nash. When I was child, I didn’t think Miss Laney should have been allowed to be a teacher. I still believe that to this day. It wasn’t because she was abusive to me, it was because she was abusive to another little girl, but what I saw impacted my heart even until this day.

One of my flaws in life is remembering names accurately. I want to say the little girl’s name was something like Olivia, or Rosa, maybe Rosalita? I just remember it was a beautiful name, just like the little girl. She was a Hispanic little girl with beautiful black hair, deep brown eyes with long eye lashes. For this story I will call her Rosalita.

Because I came into the class as a new student, I was placed in one of the empty desks in the back of the room which was fine with me. Rosalita sat in the front row in the far-right corner seat, but it also gave me a bird’s eye view of all that would take place in that classroom.

If Miss Laney called on Rosalita to ask her a question and if Rosalita didn’t know the answer, Miss Hany would scream—and I mean scream at her.

“You need to think! Turn on your brain and think! What’s wrong with you? Are you stupid? Use your head!”

Then she would take one of the chalkboard erasers and hit Rosalita on the top of her head. She would do this over and over and every time she did it, the eraser left a chalk imprint on the little girl’s beautiful, shiny, black hair.

I remember gripping the edge of my seat and biting the insides of my mouth because I was so scared of Miss Laney… and at the same time so angry at her for treating the little girl like that. It broke my heart to another child treated so badly. The poor little girl would bury her head in her arms upon her desk and cry. It made me want to cry too, but I would bite down on the insides of my mouth instead to try and “be brave.”

The whole class would become quite silent when Miss Laney would rage like this against the little girl. I often wondered if the other children were as frightened by Miss Laney as I was. I cannot tell you if she ever did this to another student. I only saw her do it to Rosalita and I saw it too many times. Each time it broke my heart. It breaks my heart still. Even now while I am writing this and remembering how scared the little girl was, and how abused she was, tears are filling my eyes.

Here was a precious little girl no more than seven years old, who had come to school to learn, but instead was being screamed at, hit in the head and called stupid in front of all her classmates because she didn’t know the answer to something. And the person screaming, abusing, and humiliating her was someone who was supposed to be teaching her, caring for her… protecting her.

I tried very hard to become friends with Rosalita, but she was so withdrawn and shy. Who could blame her? Some of the other girls in the class were so kind to her and I would see them rally around her when we had story time on the rug or when we played at recess. One girl in particular, I believe her name was Andy, she was so very sweet, well liked, and was so kind to all the children, especially Rosalita. It helped my heart to see others cared about what was happening to Rosalita—and they had experienced much longer than I did.

I also saw strange moments when Miss Laney had some sort of regret for how she had belittled and berated the child and she would take her a tissue and try to clean out the chalk from her hair and dry her eyes. Rosalita was too scared to do or say much. She obviously had no trust for Miss Laney. Neither did I. But Miss Laney’s regret didn’t last long and after a day or two she was right back at abusing the poor girl in front of us all. Miss Laney made me too scared to raise my hand in this class for fear of having the wrong answer.

I told my mother about what was happening to the little girl in my class and how much I did not like Miss Laney. I honestly don’t know if anything ever changed for the beautiful, sweet, brave, and strong little girl. She was so strong to endure all that she did and keep coming back to school every day. But I was only in that class for a few months. My mother found us a little two-bedroom apartment on Portland and 40^th Street back in Phoenix. We moved into that apartment, and I was placed back in my second-grade class at Tavan with my sweet, loving Mrs. Nash and all my wonderful friends who welcomed me back with open, loving arms. I hope if they read this story someday, they will have a better understanding of just how much they meant to me and how thankful I am to have had them in my life.

I always wondered if things got any better for the poor little girl who, for whatever wicked reason, be it her race, her wrong answers, or her unfortunate seat in the class, was so terribly treated by Miss Laney. I still have nightmares about being in that classroom and seeing the little girl cry. Some may think that is silly, having nightmares about a little girl I hardly even knew. But what I saw deeply impacted my soul and because of my love for children and desire to protect them, those memories haunt me still. I wanted so much to hug the little girl after those horrible Miss Laney moments and to have the courage to tell Miss Laney to stop being so mean and be kind. I can still see the little girl’s tear-streaked face. I still see and hear Miss Laney bending down to get in her face and yell at her while hitting her on the head with the eraser. It hurts my heart even now.

I want to do as God has directed me and say if that little girl, who would now be fifty years old like me, is out there and somehow through a miracle of God reads this testimony, I want to tell her to please reach out to me. I would love to see you again and hug you. I want to tell you that I’m so sorry I didn’t do more to help you. You never deserved to be treated the way you were. You were then, and I am certain still are, a beautiful person, you are smart, gentle, and so important. Jesus loves you more than you could possibly imagine, and I hope that you have been able to forgive Miss Laney and heal from those days in her second-grade class.

These painful memories and stories are part of why I do what I do though our work with The Huggabear Children’s Project, Inc. to try and help children whenever and wherever possible. I know I can’t help them all, but I believe what our slogan says,
“When you love a child, you change the world.”

Moving back to Phoenix held so many wonderful blessings for my life. My mother and I now had our own little home. I had some friends in the apartment complex that I really liked to play with and there was a stray cat that like me, I called him “Bo” and I loved playing with him. I was back in my school with all my friends since kindergarten, and I was getting to spend time with my grandparents again. All these things helped me so much.

The one thing which wasn’t a blessing… I was going to be placed from time to time back in the home of my abuser who wasted no time in picking up where he had left off. Only now, I was a little bit older and a little bit smarter. I had learned how he would keep me behind in the field behind his house when we were playing outside, so I tried my best to make sure I was never left behind. I tried to keep myself in the presence of other people or kids anytime he was present. The abuse was only able to continue when his parents would trust him to leave me in his care with no one else in the house… and that I had no power to stop.

During, after, and in-between the moments of sexual abuse I would dive down deep into my imagination to cope with my feelings about it. When I got home, I would sing, play my records and storybook records, dance, draw pretend I was Princess Leia in a galaxy far, far away. I would write stories or plays, and I would always hug my teddy bear, Strapper. This is one of the reasons why I believe every child needs a teddy bear to hug. I hardly ever went anywhere without my teddy bear Strapper or a little stuffy tucked in my arm, whether a bear, an elephant or puppy, I always had a little stuffed critter to hold and soothe me.

I had learned how to pray at that time in my life, yet there was a struggle for me when it came to praying about the sexual abuse. I prayed about many things in my life, but this… well, this was very different. I was so ashamed of it and how it made me feel and I had been conditioned not to tell anyone about what was happening to me. So being a child who was still learning who Jesus is, I didn’t know if I should talk about those things with Him. In my mind I thought, if it makes me feel this ugly, this dirty, sick, and wrong, I should not share it with anyone, including Jesus. I always felt the heavy, dark shadow of shame hovering over me.

If only I knew then what I know now… that none of it was my fault.

There were good days in between the abusive ones that helped me greatly. My mother worked very hard to always provide me (and later, my brother) with as many good things for our lives that she could provide and I was so grateful for all that she did. In addition to that, she always gave us such wonderful birthday parties, Christmases, Easter Sundays, Halloweens, any holiday that we could plan something fun, she did. This is one of the reasons why I love celebrating holidays so much! They were connected to moments of joy and light. Though there were occasions when I had to be at family parties or gatherings for the holidays which involved the one who had abused me, there were no moments of abuse by him that took place during the holidays. I thank God for that.

After studying about the 5 Love Languages, I believe my mother’s first love language is in giving things. She’s very good at giving to others and enjoys it. She also loved to play games, watch funny movies and from time to time, because it was much more affordable back then, she, my aunt, and one of her childhood friends would all load up their cars and kids and we would head for Disneyland, or Knott’s Berry Farm, or Sea World or the beach. Disneyland became an incredible place for me to visit. Talk about getting lost in your imagination! It was like being in imagination heaven! I found it to be a place where I could totally disconnect myself from the real world and submerge myself in the happiness of imagination and play.

Nature also played a great part in my healing and happiness. The beach also became a very special place for me as a child. Being there and seeing just how incredibly big it was helped me remember how incredibly big my God who made it is and that helped me so much. Whenever we came home from a trip where a visit to the beach was included, I felt like I felt the peace of God washing over me through foamy waters of the ocean’s shore. But the first place in nature I experienced where I could feel this kind of peace was in the woods of the Ponderosa Pines. My grandparents had a place just outside of Flagstaff, Arizona where Mema would take me on long walks and picnics in the woods and pour into me teachings about the love and power of Jesus Christ. I really love to be in the woods where I can also be close to a creek or a stream. The sound of flowing water soothes me. I personally believe God heals me when I can get away from man made things and be in a place of God made things for a while… it makes me smile. (Yes, I’m writing a song about that!) For me, being in a place like a forest where everything which surrounds me was made by the hand of God, I just feel so much closer to Him there. I hear His voice whispering in the wind through the trees. I feel His love towering over me like the tall trees of the forest. I see the works of His mighty hands all around me in all the works of nature and the critters who live there. God created and takes care of them all, and I know He created me and will take care of me.

I was also so grateful to have had such a wonderful church to grow up in.

My maternal grandmother, my “Mema”, always tried her best to follow God’s Word and raise all her children in church, my mother followed that example well. I will always be thankful that my mother took me to church and if she couldn’t, she made sure someone else got me there.

The church we attended back then was the 44^th Street Church of God. This was an organization based out of Cleveland, Tennessee. It was a Bible believing, spirit filled, Pentecostal church.
My grandmother began attending the church before my mother was born. She was born and raised in it and so was I.
 
44^th Street was an amazing church planted by an incredible man whom we lovingly called Brother Diffie. Brother Hurschel Diffie truly was a pioneer and a visionary in the ministry, he was man before his time. His wife Hazel, who was always at work by his side, was just a precious as he was. Brother Diffie’s ministry was richly blessed because of his great heart for people and desire to obey God. He sincerely and deeply loved people. He and his wife, Hazel, both showed that love to all who attended the 44^th Street church. Bro. Diffie had a gift of being able to see the goodness in a person, even when others couldn’t. I thank God that I was raised in this church and had the honor of being raised under Brother Diffie’s ministry. I have never found a shepherd like him since and even wrote a song, “To Be A Shepherd” to commemorate his ministry and honor his life. I wrote a separate story about Brother Diffie if you would like to learn more about this amazing man of God. https://wordpress.com/post/angeliquelafoncox.wordpress.com/1821

My children’s church minister was also a woman before her time, Laverne McCune. She and her family; husband Phil, a precious, gentle, and kind man, and their three beautiful, loving, patient and cheerful daughters Patti, Nancy, and Becky, all ran the children’s church department, dedicating themselves to educating the children of the 44^th Street Church faithfully in the knowledge of the Bible, music, worship and in giving. It was Laverne who planted the love of musicals in my heart. She and her family produced incredible children’s Christmas musicals and we all looked forward to them every year. It is in Laverne’s children’s choir and musicals that I got my start and why I was a Musical Theater major and became a director for musicals and children’s choirs.

Another lady in the church who deeply inspired me was Dorothy Brooks. She was the music minister and choir director when I was young and was a blessing to me throughout my life. God created me with a great passion for music and I found so much comfort in being able to play and sing, especially when I was singing for Jesus. Dorothy allowed me to join the adult choir when I was eleven years old, no questions asked. Her daughter Sandy was one of the most petite and loveliest ladies in the choir and because I was shorter than Sandy, I stood next to her. Sandy took me under her wing, was so kind to me, and taught me many things about being a choir member. Later in life, Dorothy’s torch for directing the 44^th Street Choir which then became the Parkway Community Church Choir would be passed to me. An honor in my life and work that I will always praise God for giving me.

It is because of Brother Diffie, Dorothy, Laverne, and her family, among other wonderful staff, and many loving congregation members, that inspired myself and so many others to love being at the
44^th Street Church every time the doors were open–and we were! I am so thankful that I learned at a very young age to pray and talk to Jesus about my troubles. Brother Diffie, Laverne, and Dorothy had no idea all that I was experiencing and living with as child, but I am thankful that God placed me in that church and placed them in my life to help me through years which were full of so many difficult challenges. They were great sources of joy and the light of God for my life. I hope that with this story I give them proper, heartfelt thanks and to take what I learned from their ministry and apply it to mine to pass onto the children I will encounter in the years to come.

I have a special story about an encounter I had with Jesus at a church youth camp when I was seven years old, I wrote about it in my story titled: https://wordpress.com/post/angeliquelafoncox.wordpress.com/1749
If you would like to read that to have a better understanding of the beautiful work that God did in my young life during that week. I know that Jesus touched me at that youth camp. I believe he wanted to let me know He is real and to let me know He saw and knew every single thing that had been happening to me and that He was there to listen to me. Nothing too ugly or too wrong is too hard for Him to handle.

I have learned that in the Hebrew language, the number seven represents completion. The youth camp was in June of my seventh year, and I turned eight that August. In Hebrew, eight represents new beginnings. I have also learned that there is no word in the Hebrew language for “coincidence”. It was no coincidence that I felt God touch me in my seventh year. It was divine. I know it was Him and no one will ever change my mind about it. His touch was to strengthen me for the days ahead.

August 2022

I believe I was the age of eight when my mother married again and another door to another kind of darkness would be opened to my life. I knew this man was not good from the night we met him. It wasn’t something I could explain with words, but I felt it in my soul. The night my mother left for Las Vegas to marry him I chose to stay with my grandparents. I cried in my Mema’s arms all night… and she cried with me.

Although I did not like my stepfather and did not want my mother to marry him, a great blessing came to my life from that marriage right before I turned ten years old. That was the gift of my baby brother whom I cherished and adored. There was another blessing for me in the fact that I didn’t have to be left in the presence of the one who abused me anymore after my mother re-married. But I quickly learned, I had gone from one challenging abusive situation to another.

While my stepfather was not physically or sexually abusive to me, the mental and emotional abuse was a constant. There were too many moments when he was abusive to my baby brother and, at times, to my mother. I saw many of these moments and I remember them still. To this day I can still wake up crying with nightmares of things I saw happen to my brother as a baby. I have sought counseling to help me deal with those nightmares and the emotions I still feel which can be overwhelming and I know I still need more counseling. These moments are deeply pressed into my mind and soul. They haunt me.

My stepfather at times could be so calm, so cool, and then would go into a rage over something so quickly. He would literally come at us like a Silverback Gorilla all puffed up and ready to attack with the expression of a snarling monster upon his face. He literally would twist his face and curl his lips into the most hideous expressions to intimidate and frighten us. He was about five feet, ten inches in height and was one of the strongest men I had ever seen. An ex-marine, he hardly wore shirts at home and when he was mad it was like every muscle in his body was tensed up and ready to fight.

My stepfather usually did harmful things to my brother when my mother wasn’t around. He was very sly, calculated, and full of cowardice, after all, only a coward will abuse a child—especially a baby. Whenever I would tell what I saw him doing, he would calmly smooth it all over, manipulating anyone I told and turning it back onto me. I was always lying, exaggerating, or hadn’t seen or heard things right. When I told my mother things I saw, I heard him remind her that I never liked him and was always trying to cause division between the her and him. I was always the problem.

The first time I remember seeing my stepfather doing something inappropriate with my brother, my brother was an infant baby. He wasn’t more than two months old, perhaps younger, still very much a newborn baby. I’m not exactly sure where my mother was, I believe she had gone to the store. We were living in a two-bedroom duplex. I still remember the floor plan of that place perfectly. The baby’s change stand was in my mother and stepfather’s room on the east wall. I had been outside skating on the driveway and came into the kitchen to get a drink. While there, I kept hearing something strange about the baby’s cry from the other room. I could hear my brother crying and then suddenly I wouldn’t, then I would hear it stronger and louder, and then it would suddenly stop. I went toward the bedroom and while standing in the hall, I could see the changing table through the doorway and the baby lying upon it. His father was taking his hand and holding it over the baby’s mouth, then he would release it and say, “Stop it, stop crying, shut up,” as he did this. I watched, bewildered by what I was seeing but quickly realized this was why the baby’s cry was so strange. In the next moment my stepfather would blow extremely hard, as if he were blowing out candles on a birthday cake into the baby’s face. The baby’s body would convulse as he was gasping for air, his little arms and legs paddling the air as if he were drowning, and as soon as he had his air and started to cry again, his father went back to covering the baby’s little mouth with his hand. When I saw the poor baby desperately trying to get air, I shouted at my stepfather, “STOP IT! Stop doing that to him!” Then I ran in and tried to soothe my poor brother whose color by now was a deep shade of red. I remember tears filling my eyes as I nuzzled my face close to his. I remember the beautiful smell of his head and the velvety feel of his skin. I just kept stroking his little red face and head, and my hands were trembling.

It never entered my mind that anyone could do anything which could harm a precious, innocent baby. I was overwhelmed with so many feelings; sadness for my baby brother, fear from what I had just seen and anger and confusion toward my stepfather as to why he would do such a thing to such a precious baby.

My stepfather scolded me and said he wasn’t doing anything wrong, that he was just playing with the baby. But I knew it was wrong. I knew what I saw, the baby was dark red from crying so hard and struggling to breathe. I knew my stepfather was lying. I knew he was not playing. He was tired of hearing the baby cry, why else would he say, “Stop it, stop crying, shut up?”

When my mother came home, I told her what I saw, but when she asked her husband about it, he turned it back upon me. He said I was totally exaggerating the situation. He was just playing with the baby; everything was fine, and I was just trying to cause problems.

I still have nightmares about this moment. My eyes are filled with tears just writing this.

I remembered the very first time when I tried to tell my mother about things my stepfather did before my brother was born. My stepfather had picked me up from school one day and stopped to check the air in the tires. The air device wasn’t working, and he began cursing, using words I only heard from older kids in school. I told my mother about it, but he blamed me and convinced her that I was just telling her things because I didn’t like him.

It was then I began to realize that my word was not going to be worth as much as this man’s. As time went on, I would learn that I was not going to be listened to.

One of the moments I remember and still have nightmares about didn’t just affect my brother, my mother, and myself, we also had a dear friend, Nancy, who was staying with us at the time. It affected her too as she went through it with us.

My stepfather had gotten drunk and came home to the small two-bedroom duplex that we lived in. My brother was just an infant baby at the time, so I was probably ten years old or so. I remember it vividly. He came home and my mother wouldn’t let him inside the house. He was furious and told her to stand back because he had his gun and was just going to start shooting.

I remember Nancy huddling down in the hallway with my brother and myself trying to keep us away from any of the windows in the duplex while my mother called the police. I was so scared I couldn’t speak. I was trembling and trying to be quiet and hide with Nancy.  My stepfather was arrested that night. The police arrived and he was put on all fours in the street, hand-cuffed and taken away, drunk, angry, violent… yet, after a couple of days, he was right back with us in the duplex like nothing had ever happened. I had struggled to feel safe or at peace with this man before this night, but after this night, I never felt safe with this man.

I wasn’t supposed to talk about these kinds of incidents. I wasn’t supposed to ask questions or talk about how I felt about them, and I especially wasn’t supposed to tell anyone else. I was to press it down, hide it, keep it quiet, and move forward. I’m reminded of Queen Elsa from Frozen when she sings “Conceal, don’t feel, don’t let it show.” I had to pretend like everything was fine… but everything was not fine. So, I turned to my coping mechanisms. I would say a prayer and then would dive into my music, stories, and imagination.

One night I remember being awakened to the sound of a commotion. It took me back to the night that I was taken from my home in the middle of the night and when I heard it, I was always very nervous. My brother was still a baby, and we shared a room. My bed was on the east wall of the room and his crib was on the south side. There were sounds of yelling mixed with other noises. I could hear physical action happening, the sounds of slapping and wrestling noises taking place. I was so scared. It woke my brother up and he was crying. I remember pulling him out of his crib and trying to rock him in my bed. Then I heard an incredibly loud thud like something crashing hard and my mother cried out. When I looked around the corner, I saw my stepfather standing close to her, his body in that gorilla-like attack position. I knew he had hurt her, and she was trying to pull herself up to the couch. I remember her saying something about him putting one of her “rib heads” out of place.

I was terrified. My fear took over and I was scared my stepfather might snap and do something to my brother because I had seen him do that before. Holding the baby in my arms, I ran out of the duplex to our neighbor next door whose name was Gary. He was a retired police officer. I told Gary that my stepfather had hurt my mother. Gary’s wife sat with me while he spoke with my mother. Gary and his wife were so kind. Then we went back home. I was put to bed and told to go to sleep because I had school the next day. Isn’t it interesting how adults think that children can just go to sleep and not have anything on their minds to keep them up, then go to school and keep their focus on their schoolwork and not what had happened in their home the night before?

One of the worst moments that haunts me still is after we had moved into a home located on a street called Roma. Our couch was on the north wall of the living room and the tv was on the south wall in front of the window. My mother had gone to the store, and I had been in the corner of the floor playing with my brother who was over a year old and toddling around. While I stayed on the floor playing and not paying attention to him as I should have, my brother toddled over to an end table and knocked over a large cup of sun tea my stepfather had made. It went everywhere. It was my stepfather’s fault for leaving it on the table within his reach, but he punished the baby. My stepfather jerked him up by his little arm and while the baby’s body was dangling in the air, he began to spank him, over… and over… and over. My stepfather was such a strong man, and he was spanking him with the force of how a person might beat a rug to pound the dirt out of it.

I can still see my baby brother’s body flailing in the air. I can still see the look of terror and pain on his precious little face. His skin turning red as he tried to cry but could hardly find the air to make a sound. I can still hear my stepfather hitting him and I can still hear the baby’s screams. Even now while writing this the tears are beginning to sting my eyes. I hate this memory. I hate that I have this burned into my mind and cannot escape it.

“Stop it! STOP IT!” I screamed. My stepfather looked at me with an expression of surprise, as if he had forgotten I was in the corner of the room playing on the floor. I think that is exactly what his expression reflected. He didn’t think anyone was there to see the wickedness he was doing to a precious, innocent, defenseless baby boy.

When my stepfather had these moments of rage, he absolutely, positively could not control himself. He put my brother on the floor and began cleaning up the spilled tea. I scooped my brother up in my arms and took him to my room. I shut the door and kissed his little head, rocking him in my little rocking chair I had there. I felt I had failed him. If I had been watching him better, he wouldn’t have spilled the glass of tea. I knew who my stepfather was. I knew what he was capable of, and I felt I should have protected my brother better than I did.

Those are just a very few of the moments that took place throughout the years. I don’t know if I can write anymore of them. These memories are so painful to think about, much less to write about. I don’t know if they will ever stop haunting me, coming to me in the night when I try to sleep. I honestly wonder if I will ever finish writing this testimony. And yet, I know that these kinds of things are happening to children right now, in this moment, somewhere in the world.
We must stop it.

These are the moments when I need the supernatural power of healing, love, and peace from my precious Savior, Jesus Christ.

No child deserves abuse. And this was especially true for my brother. He was such a precious baby and such a good little boy. I am not exaggerating anything when I say that as a child, I cannot remember him doing anything wrong. I don’t have any memories at all—not ever of my mother having to discipline him as a child or give him any consequences. If she did, I wasn’t there to know about it. My brother was a very nervous child. He worried so much, and it’s no wonder why. He was full of fear of not pleasing his abusive father. He was such a gentle, loving, kind, and obedient child who tried so hard to please everyone. He was a precious, good, kind boy.

The problem was that his father, my stepfather, had been abused as child and so he was repeating what he knew, he was passing on to his son all that he had learned as a little boy… and all he learned and knew about parenting children was wrong. It was wrong when it happened to him as a child, and it was wrong for him to pass the abuse on to his sweet little son.

My stepfather’s grandmother told us terrible stories about how he was not wanted or loved by his parents. One story I will never forget, she told us that his own mother, in a rage, had thrown a butcher’s knife at him when he was a very little boy, and he was so scared he went running out of the house. I believe she said he was only six years old when that happened to him. His grandmother, whom he called Grannie, did her best to show him as much love and care as she could, but the damage done to him by his mother was deep, how he was raised was what he knew about parenting, and he was repeating the cycle.

Hearing the stories from his grandmother did impact my heart very much and had he stopped his abusive behavior toward my brother it would have been much easier to feel compassion for him. But then I would see him do something else to his own precious son, and I just couldn’t feel sorry for him. I couldn’t feel sorry for man who was abusive to his own child and exploded in anger so inexcusably, so ridiculously. Even if my brother was not a sweet, good, boy, he still would not have deserved to be treated in such a way. But because he was so sweet and so good it made it all so much worse. It was my brother I felt sorry for.

I did tell some people about what I saw happening because I was not afraid of my stepfather hurting me like I had been afraid of the one who had sexually abused me. Some listened and believed me. Others did not. There were a couple of times during different summers, when my mother would pack us up and we would go and stay with her best friend and her family for a several days. I always had the hope that during one of these times my mother would finally make the decision to get us out of that situation for good, but we always went back.

I would see my poor brother trying so hard to please his father, living day to day with fear and anxiety inside of his little body because he didn’t know when he was going to set his father off. My brother had horrific stomach problems when he was a baby, as a boy and into his older years. It’s no wonder why. He internalized his feelings, suppressed what we weren’t to talk about, and tried to normalize what wasn’t at all normal. One thing I know is that feelings will come out one way or another at some point in time or another. You cannot suppress such things forever, internal pain like that takes its toll on one’s body and can manifest itself in other forms, especially through sickness.

This situation of abuse was so different for me. When I was enduring the sexual abuse that happened to me, I tried very hard to disconnect myself mentally from my body so I could get through it. I would close my eyes and imagine I was somewhere else. Afterward, I dove into my coping mechanisms to try and take it off my mind, to keep myself busy so that I didn’t think about it. But when I would see my stepfather in action, see the fear in my little brother’s face, see and hear him crying in pain and fear afterward, those wretched memories were burned into my mind and soul in ways I can never escape, not even with my powerful imagination.

I am fifty-one years old and although I still have these battles with these memories and nightmares, I believe there is a greater purpose for it all. God is not tormenting me with these memories, yet I believe many of them remain with me to drive me to do the work I do for children in need. I believe that through writing this story and finally stepping forward out of this shadow to lay this burden down completely at the feet of Jesus, He will then take it and turn it into something for good. This is just one of the many reasons why I love Jesus so much. This is why I place my hope in Him. I know when I pray, He listens to me and when I pray, I know He is always there to help me.

I can honestly say that I wished my stepfather would have tried to hurt me instead of my little brother. I believe it would have been easier for me to handle it if he had. I didn’t love him, but my brother did… at least he tried to, after all, that was the only father he had. He didn’t know any difference. I think it would have been easier for me to endure physical abuse to my body than to see it happen to an innocent, defenseless, child who was powerless to stop it.

As I grew older and saw or heard things that were happening to my brother, I didn’t hold back. I knew I wasn’t going to be listened to about the things I had tried to tell were happening, so I would intervene whenever I saw or heard something. I never did anything physical to my stepfather, but I would stand up for my brother and did so boldly… sometimes loudly as the years of this kind of lifestyle and behavior had built up a mountain of anger in my heart toward the man. Of course, doing this only got me into trouble. For years I had been told that I was the problem. I had always hated him and never wanted him to marry my mother. I was just jealous of him taking my mother away, and my jealousy and disobedience were constantly causing problems in the household. If only I would be respectful, be more obedient, and not constantly be so difficult, things would be better.

I have to say, there is some truth to that.
It is true, I never liked him. I knew he had a bad spirit from the start.
It is true that I didn’t want my mother to marry him, not out of possessiveness or jealousy, but because I knew he was not a good man. I did not want him for a stepfather, ever.
And it is true that I did not respect him. He didn’t give me any reason to.
The best thing he brought to us was his contribution to creating my little brother.
I also guess it was true that I was the problem because I hated how our household functioned.
I hated pretending all was well when it was not. I hated hiding everything and not being able to tell the truth about what was really happening.

I did try to look for the positives in the situation. While mental and emotional abuse and witnessing physical were part of my life, at least the sexual abuse had stopped as I wasn’t left within the clutches of that abuser anymore. Still, that wasn’t enough of a positive to help me. The pain of seeing my little brother abused was more than I could bear.

I found comfort for my soul knowing that God knew the truth. Nothing my stepfather could say or do would ever change that. God saw all. God heard all –nothing said or done can ever be hidden from Him. Nothing. Although I knew one day God would vindicate me that I wasn’t lying about what was happening, that didn’t stop the pain of seeing what was happening to my brother and being totally powerless to stop it. One night my soul cried out in desperation to God for help, and He answered.

For a period of time my stepfather worked for a company driving a truck and he was gone Monday through Friday. This job changed so much, it was a good paying job which blessed us financially very much, but more than that, for me it was the peace that was brought to the home that I cherished. That was worth more than anything he could earn monetarily. These days meant so much to me. I remember my mother was able to buy a family zoo membership and she would take us to the zoo as often as possible. Back then, we could feed the ducks and we would save up all our old bread just so we could go sit by one of the ponds at the zoo and feed the ducks—and the fish. This is just one of the sweet memories I have of that peaceful time. I loved those days at the zoo with my mother and brother. One Friday night, my stepfather came home from his work week and surprised my brother and I with a puppy. I couldn’t believe it! She was one of the cutest puppies I had ever seen, and we named her Jasmine.

Sadly, that peace didn’t last. I was too young to know all the details, but for whatever reason, he was let go from the job… and was back home every day. Also sadly, our little dog Jasmine suddenly and mysteriously died. I found her body in the backyard, hidden behind my wagon. We never knew what had killed her. She was just a little over a year old.

September 2022

As the years went on, there were moments where I felt my stepfather really and truly wanted to change. He would go to the altar at church and cry while praying very sincerely. There were nights when I saw him reading his Bible and we began having family Bible studies and prayer nights in our home from time to time. There were moments during holiday and birthday celebrations where things were much more peaceful and joyful, enjoyable. My mother loved to have different family members and friends over to play games, watch movies and have pizza. These moments were also wonderful, and I really cherished every moment like this that we had… but the devil never wants anyone happy or to have healing and goodness, especially families. Satan loves to tear families apart.

When I entered high school at Arcadia, I began dealing with many effects from my sexual abuse. I was growing and developing and was entering into stages of life that are challenging for everyone: my teenage years. I was damaged good in so many ways, so full of emotions that I didn’t know how to express and had learned through the years to suppress. Bottom line, I was a mess.

One day I had a shock.

I made a beautiful friend in my drama class who had a crush on a guy she knew from church. She was showing me photos of him and in one of the photos was the one who sexually abused me. When I asked her if she knew him, she said that they were friends and that he was trying to help her get together with the boy she liked.

I was sick.

At this point in time, my friend and I were fourteen years old and the one who abused me was eleven years older than us. I didn’t know what to do. I was a mess. All kinds of feelings began coming up and I knew I needed to talk to someone.

There was a lovely lady who was the drama and music teacher at my school. I loved her so much and felt so at ease with her. So, one day I mustered the courage to make an appointment with her to tell her about the one who had abused me and that he was coming into my friend’s life– which concerned me greatly.

I stared at the floor the entire time I spoke and couldn’t find my words. I spoke as if in code to explain some of what I had experienced, telling her about this person who had done things he never should have done to me. My teacher understood. The whole time I felt as if I was going to throw up on her office floor. It was hard to breathe and I’m not sure I moved a muscle. This was the first time I had opened this dark, hidden chamber, that had been buried so deep down inside my heart and I was terrified. My teacher was very kind and encouraged me to talk to my mother and tell her all I had experienced. But the years and years of fears and fears had built quite a wall around me from doing that. At this point, I felt so exposed and vulnerable. I felt sick, like I was going to throw up. I honestly can’t remember if I even told her about my friend being connected to the one who abused me, I just needed to get out of her office.

Although my teacher was nothing but kind and very encouraging to me, I had a hard time being in her class after that. I knew that when she looked at me, she knew something ugly and dark about me and I felt ashamed. My teacher is still connected to me on Facebook and is still very supportive of me, my family, and my ministry. I don’t know if I have ever properly thanked her for just taking the time to listen to me that day, but I think most of all, I was just thankful to have someone listen to me.

After that I did try to muster up as much courage as I could to warn my friend about the one who abused me. I didn’t have the courage to tell her why, just that I knew things about him that made me concerned for him being in her life. I don’t know what happened with there. My friend and I didn’t take anymore classes together after that first semester of our freshmen year and I didn’t see her much on campus. But my prayer was that God intervened and removed him from her life.

It was right around this time that someone wrote on my locker “you have a fat butt”.
I used to be a tiny little thing, not quite 5 foot 4 inches tall and I weighed just under 100 pounds. but this message made something click in my head. I was suddenly being haunted again with the memories of the sexual abuse, I had suppressed years of feelings from things my stepfather had done, and now someone said I was fat. I was emotionally and mentally a mess. I began diving back into my imagination, trying to find my old ways of coping with my feelings, but that wasn’t enough. When faced with a question about myself or my home life, my imagination began spilling over into my real life. If I was too embarrassed or didn’t want someone to know the truth of who I was, I wouldn’t answer honestly. I would just make up an answer of who or what I wanted to be; I would tell what I hoped would be instead of what was.

Then came another significant change to my life. We were forced to move out of the home we had been renting. The owner needed us to buy it or move out so he could live there. We moved out of the district from my high school, and I was literally taken out of my biology class sophomore year while we were doing the litmus paper tests and was forced to leave to school.

I had known most of my friends since kindergarten, had made wonderful new friends and had auditioned for the advanced chorale ensemble called “Guys and Dolls”. I had made it into the group. I was so excited to be part of it and was ready to learn all I could about musical theater and performance. Now, I was being forced to leave the campus at once because I no longer lived in the right district. The district where we had moved was locked in a court order to make all kids who lived within the borders of that district go to the school of that zone. I was totally embarrassed as my whole class watched me be taken out of the room. I had to clean out my locker and the Vice Principal had to call my mom to come and pick me up.  I didn’t get the chance to say goodbye to anyone that day. I called several of my friends to let them know, but this was in the days before social media. It was hard to stay connected to them. It wasn’t until I started a Facebook page decades later that I was able to reconnect with many of my old friends. I am very thankful to Facebook for that!

It wasn’t just the move from the high school that turned me upside down, it was the move into the new house. We had no choice but to move into a small three-bedroom house that had one bathroom, a tiny kitchen, and was full of terribly dark spirits. We called it the “Holly House” because it was located on a street called Holly. I was given a beautiful, big bedroom which was lovely to look at, and I was so thankful for it, but I quickly learned that room had an evil spirit in it. It dwelled in the attic of my closet. Many people may read this and not believe that. I find that is mostly because they have not yet had an encounter with an evil spirit. But evil spirits are real and are plaguing our world, just turn on the news and you will see, they are everywhere. Jesus also called these demons “strongman spirits” in the Bible, and my family can testify with complete certainty that something evil lived inside that house.

When we moved into this house things weren’t good at home much anymore. Something disturbed my brother in his little room. He hardly ever slept a night in his own bed in that room. The good progress my stepfather had been making slowly came to an end in that house. His anger came back and although I don’t have many memories of him physically hurting my brother, I do have memories of him emotionally and mentally hurting him. He was back to having his temper flare out of control, the dark spirits in the house were drawing him to them.

I was placed at Camelback High School and for the remainder of my sophomore year that I was there, I was terribly bullied. I had previously attended Arcadia High School, which for the most part, schooled many wealthy students. Although I was definitely not one of the wealthy students, just because I came from Arcadia, the kids at Camelback thought I was. There had been a great rivalry between the two schools and so, because of that, in the beginning, I had a very hard time.

Then, as God being the awesome God that He is would have it, I was reunited with a past friend from my dance class. Her name was Jennifer. She has now since married and I am happy to say we are still connected through social media sites. I have told her before how much her friendship meant to me and I will say it again. Jennifer was the truest of friends and she always made me laugh. Having her at school made it so much easier, plus, when I came back as Junior, most of the kids had forgotten anything about me, so it was like I got a fresh start.

Then came a moment during my junior year that I will never understand, but it impacted me deeply. One day, while riding in the car alone with my stepfather, I had my left leg crossed like how gentlemen often will sit. I was wearing a pair of shorts so the skin on my legs was exposed. I was singing the song on the radio and looking out the window while he drove, when suddenly, I felt his hand resting upon the upper part of my inner left thigh.

I froze.

I could hardly breathe. I didn’t know what he was doing but it made me feel that old familiar sickness to my stomach. He had never done anything like this before. I sat there for a moment unsure of what to do and began to run different scenarios in my head. If I brought my leg down, would it make his hand slide away or would it close it in-between my legs? My heart was pounding in my chest. What was happening? I never wanted to hug him in the past, so he hardly ever touched me, so what was this all about and what should I do to stop it? I suddenly thought of my backpack in the back seat and was working out inside my mind how I could push his hand off and climb into the backseat. Then I thought that might be too hard for me to climb back there. So instead, I quickly put my leg down and reached toward my shoe as if to check it for something. That worked, I was able to brush his hand off my thigh and as soon as we arrived where we were going, I jumped out of the car.

After that moment, I made sure that if I was alone with him whether it be in the house or the car, I was not going to be close to him where he could touch me. He never did anything like that again, but I will never forget it. I will also never forget how gross it felt to have his hand on me like that. I remember having the same feelings of fear, panic and being paralyzed as I did with the one who abused me.

All these changes that were taking place, all the feelings that were bottled up inside of me from the sexual abuse, feelings from the things at home with my stepfather and the horribly bad-spirited house, and from being told I had a fat bottom, all manifested inside me in the form of an eating disorder. I am not sure I would call it anorexia and it wasn’t bulimia because I never made myself throw up. But there were days I just could not eat. My stomach was always tied up in knots and just the thought of trying to put something in it made me more nauseous. Somedays I could eat, but only things I craved, and not much of them. I battled this condition for well over a year and got down to a terribly unhealthy 85 pounds. My ribs could easily be counted, and the joints of my spine could too. I started to look like a skeleton with skin stretched over it.

In December of my junior year, I contracted an illness that hospitalized me and almost killed me. I had always decorated the front of my house for Christmas. This was something our whole family enjoyed, and I loved doing it. All our neighbors were very supportive of our decorating efforts and would always come by to tell me how much they enjoyed the displays. The night before I became so ill, I had organized for some of my cousins and friends to dress up and be a live Nativity scene on our roof. We had a large display of lights and Christmas scenes in the front yard, I had invited members of my school singing group to come and have an outdoor concert and we had the house listed in the Arizona Republic for people to come and visit. It was an amazing night! So many neighbors came and buses and trolly cars came by to enjoy it all. Our home was on Holly and 34^th Street, perfect Christmas names for a Christmas display and we laughed saying it was a Miracle on 34^th Street!

After it was all over, I went to bed and became terribly ill. I felt like my life was leaving me and had rolled over to grab my Bible. That was the last memory I had before waking up in the hospital to see my family and pastors in the room, they were praying for me. The doctors had told my mother to call my family and closest friends in as they did not know if I would respond to their treatment. This was my first brush with death. I was in the hospital for several days. My friend Jennifer came to see me a couple of times. Once she came alone and brought me a teddy bear, and once she came with friends from our singing group. They also brought me a teddy bear. I still have those two bears today and I will always keep them because they remind me of the love I had from those friends.

I remember vividly the night when I came home from the hospital, the whole neighborhood had placed luminaria bags all along the streets to welcome me home. My mother drove me all around to see how many families had come together to do this for me. It made me so happy I cried tears of joy. That was such a beautiful feeling to see the people of my neighborhood come together to show me how much they cared. I thank them all and will remember that for the rest of my days. It touched my heart so deeply.

God healed me from that illness, and it took another couple of years before I fully recovered.
Then a friend introduced me to a place called “Do Wah Diddy”. This was a darling nostalgia shop located on 36^th Street and Thomas, just down from our favorite Mexican food restaurant “Don Jose’”. It was there that I saw Marilyn Monroe. She was on posters and cut-outs in the shop. I thought she was so beautiful, and she wasn’t bone thin either. She was a voluptuous woman and is still regarded as one of the most beautiful women of our time. I believe God used the kindness of two amazing people, Doug and Shay Patterson, who were the owners of the “Do Wah Diddy” shop and the outer beauty of Marilyn Monroe to help inspire me to want to eat more. Doug and Shay had no idea what all I was battling; they were just kind and loving to me. Always friendly, always uplifting and making me laugh. I loved to visit their nostalgia shop and it was then that I decided I was going to force myself to start eating more. I did and went up to 100 pounds, which for my height was just right. I was able to maintain that weight until I was thirty years old without any relapses of the eating disorder.

God is awesome and no one should ever underestimate how He does things and the people He can bring into your life at just the perfect time. I am very happy to say that my family and I are still very close friends with Doug and Shay Patterson to this day and their love, support, prayer, and Godly counsel means so very, very much to me and my family. They are a treasured blessing from the Lord, and I am so thankful for them and their love.

We lived in the “Holly House”, for five years before moving into a new home on 44^th place. We weren’t there for very long though. We moved in during the month of July and on December 22^nd, the house caught fire in the middle of the night and burned down. The fire started in the back of the house and burned to the front.  All except for my room and my piano. My mother bought me this piano when I was eleven years old. At the time of the fire, I was nineteen. I loved it so much and it wasn’t even in my room when the house burned down! It was in the living room, but God kept His hand upon it, and it is with me to this day. I am so thankful for my piano. It has helped me create many songs and been very therapeutic for me in tough times as music is such a powerful healing tool from God. I am still in awe when I see it as to how God protected it during the fire. When people see it and hear it, they are amazed. All there is a small little corner that got singed, I believe from falling ashes or debris. I have had the blessing and privilege of teaching hundreds of students with that piano which I call “Ivie” because it is an Ivers and Ponds piano.

Tragically, my mother, stepfather, and brother lost everything they ever owned. I lost clothes and shoes due to water and smoke damage, but I still had all my bedroom furniture and several things from my childhood that I tucked in a box under my bed, my childhood books, toys, records, and of course, Strapper, my panda bear which always brought me so much comfort and joy.  

That Christmas was incredibly very special. Although almost all the gifts my mother had bought us burned, so many people came together to give us a wonderful Christmas. We learned a very important lesson that night that I will never forget. Things can always be replaced, but people cannot. I was grateful that we were all alive and our pets too.

We would learn later that the reason listed for the house fire by the fire department was
arson and my stepfather was at one time a suspect for it. He was a heavy sleeper, my mother always talked about how hard it was sometimes to wake him up. Yet, the night of the fire, which took place around 2 a.m., he was up, and he was the one who woke my mother up to tell her the house was on fire.

My mother found a lovely home not far away that was just perfect. My brother had good friends down the street, whom we loved spending time with, and the best part was that it was just around the corner from my grandparents. There was plenty of room for all of us and this house had a beautiful feeling in it. It was here that things began getting better with my stepfather again.

There were some happier days in this house that had laughter and holiday celebrations with family and friends. My stepfather really seemed to be trying again to live his life for God, attending church regularly and trying to keep good standing at his job. As my brother got a little older, it seemed as if there was a glimmer of hope for his relationship with his father. My stepfather was also an excellent worker. He worked very hard, was faithful to his job, and always did well at the task he was given. I was also spending more time at church, college, work, or hanging out with friends which brought much joy to my life. I was always busy creating or doing or going somewhere and I no longer had to be in touch with the one who abused me, which helped me tremendously. (In Him we live and move and have our being)

Then I noticed my stepfather began bringing things home from his work. He was a custodian for a local elementary school and sometimes the things he brought home made sense, old chalkboards being thrown out or an old, cracked desk, things like that. But as time went on, I became suspicious of the things he was bringing home, one of the items being a small MaC computer. Many of the items did not seem to be used, damaged, or outdated. I always questioned him, which always caused problems, but it just didn’t make any sense to me as to why a school would be getting rid of some of these items that appeared new and fully functioning.

Then my stepfather suddenly became very helpful to my mother by preparing her coffee and breakfasts in the mornings before she went to work. At first, we thought this was really kind and that God was really doing a powerful work within his heart, but then it became strange. I noticed he was giving my brother and me serious instructions, no… they were more like warnings; warnings not to touch the food he had prepared the night before.

“This is for your mother,” he would say, “Don’t eat it.”

“Okay,” we would say.

“I mean it, don’t even stick your finger in to taste it,” he would say.

That immediately raised a red flag for me. Why was he suddenly so protective with the food he was preparing? What was so special about this food that no one else could even taste it?

It wasn’t long after this we began noticing that my mother began having some new health issues.

More red flags.

This went on for a couple of months and my mother’s health was not getting better. I had been praying about how to talk to my mother about the possibility of her husband putting things in her food to make her sick, I had even discussed it with a guy I was dating at the time. But then, one night, when my brother was 14 years old, his father called us into the living room. He was sitting in his rocking recliner in a dark living room, lit only by the light from the hallway behind us. He was rocking as he usually did, his hands calmly placed on the arms of the rocker, his legs crossed at the ankles. He stared at both of us for a moment and then began to tell us that he was leaving. He said he just needed to move out, that it wasn’t our fault, it didn’t have anything to do with us and he wanted to make sure we understood that. It was just something he had to do.

I have to say I was totally shocked.

The marriage he and my mother had was never a stable or healthy one. It was full of arguments, pain, and troubles. When my brother was little and his father was so abusive, I prayed that he would leave and never come back. Then things seemed to calm down a little… either that or I just got used to living in it. But there were days when ee had us all thinking he was trying to be a better husband and father and that we were on the road to having more peace and hope in our lives, at least that is what I had hoped for my brother and my mother. But now… he was leaving.  

While his father packed up his things from around the house, our mother helped him. It was all very strange. They were both completely calm and soft spoken– which was very unusual. There was no arguing, no yelling, nothing like that at all. They just calmly, matter of factly, moved from room to room to gather his things in black plastic trash bags.

I made my brother some dinner and took him into my room. We sat on the floor and tried to watch the movie “Quiz Show”, but I knew neither one of us was concentrating on the movie. We didn’t talk much. I asked him if he was okay and he just nodded, not taking his eyes off the screen. Although there had been so many, many abusive and painful things that happened through the years, I felt so much compassion for my brother and my mother that night. My heart did not grieve my stepfather’s leaving as I had cried out to God for His help with this man for so many years. Still, I knew my brother and mother both had feelings for him in their hearts that I didn’t, and they were both hurting deeply that night.

After he left, we discovered that he had cleaned out his and my mother’s bank accounts and moved in with a woman he worked with. Then God revealed the truth about all that had been going on during the days when we thought things might be getting better. The truth was, he was just planning his exit. The woman he moved in with, whose name was Joy, spoke with me one night. I learned that he had told her a string of lies about himself and us. For example, he told her that he was forced to marry my mother when he was sixteen years old because he got her pregnant with me. Which of course, wasn’t true, he was not my father. We also learned that he never served in the Vietnam War as he had told us and publicly told our church congregation. There were many more things we learned which proved to us he was not a man who lived and dealt with reality. He lived in a world of his own creation and it was a world built upon pure delusion and lies.

I once saw the woman, Joy, whom he moved in with from a distance. She was a very small, petite woman. We would learn later that she had him arrested for domestic violence. I’m very sorry it happened to her too. I imagine he saw her much as he did my brother when he was small, an easy, defenseless target. I did try to warn her about his abusive behaviors. Sadly, I have learned that people will choose to believe what they want to believe, no matter how much evidence is placed before them.

Learning these things helped me understand how he could so easily and effortlessly lie about his abusing my brother and instead always blamed me for making it up. He really believed he was not doing anything wrong because he believed the lies that he told were the truth. Which is why it was easy for him to be abusive and why it went on for so long. He convinced himself and believed he was doing nothing wrong.

The divorce, like most divorces, was terrible. My mother handled it with dignity and decency.
Then came the aftermath. I remember learning that one of my relatives, whom I loved very much, and I believed loved me, said they “felt sorry for my stepfather having to live with me and my mother.” Isn’t it amazing how much truth people can hide by pretending things are fine when they aren’t fine at all?

The week after he left, I went down to the courts to file to change my name. This man had adopted me, and I always hated having his last name as mine.

Even though he was supposed to pay child support, he didn’t pay a dime. He never came by to check on his son, nor did he even call to see what my brother needed. But God helped us with that too. I contacted the school that he was working in and asked them if they would like to see all that he had been bringing home as I did not believe all the items were being thrown out. I gathered everything together and the head custodian of the school, the principal of the school, and the superintendent of the district came over and went through everything personally. They brought their inventory lists and knew immediately that he had been stealing from them. He had in fact been lying to us all along about the things he said the school was “throwing out” or “wasn’t using any more”.

He then lost his job.

Some may say I was being vengeful in contacting his superiors. Yet, it was something that I felt strongly should be done. I had felt in my soul all along that he was lying about the things he was bringing home, but anytime I questioned it, as usual, I was the problem. Why did I have to accuse him of doing something wrong when he said he was doing something nice?

After he had taken all the money my mother also worked hard for and he wasn’t doing anything at all to support his son, I saw an open door for someone to listen to me about him possibly stealing from his job and he was, in fact, doing just that.

During the days afterward, my mother and brother began the process of starting life over. But God was with them, and we had faith that He would take care of all their needs and bring healing to their severely damaged hearts. Laughter began to fill the house more often, along with peace and rest.

A few years later my brother and I were traveling down a 51 freeway in Arizona. We were going to our church and stopped on an off-ramp on Bethany Home Rd. I looked to my left and saw that we had pulled up right next to my stepfather. I gasped, “That’s your father,” I whispered without thinking. My brother’s coping mechanism kicked in and his immediate reaction was to jump down onto the floorboard of my car to hide. The light turned green, but I waited to let the man drive away. The car behind me honked, but I wanted to make sure my brother was okay before I moved. That was the last time the two of us saw him in person.

We have learned there is quite the record out there now for this man because I was never lying about anything he did. He was an abusive man and his abuse wasn’t limited to just us, he took that abusive spirit with him everywhere he went and it came out and everyone around him. I have forgiven him, though I have to say, it took me quite a bit of time to do that. But God helped me. I do not hate the man, I hate what he did and I hate the memories I have. But I placed him in God’s hands and know that God loves him and I hope God’s will is accomplished in his life.

It wasn’t too long after all this took place that God gave me an amazing gift. I fell in love with Joshua Bryant Cox, whom I call, My Love. Ours is an amazing, crazy, beautiful story that I will write someday as it is so much fun to tell! But that is a story for another time and for now I will move forward.

My stepfather left when I was twenty-four and Josh and I got married when I was twenty-five. Marrying Josh was absolutely the best decision I ever made in my life. I call him, My Love, because he is the one and only love of my life. He is the man of my dreams and once I gave him my heart it was his forever. I love him more than words can say and am so thankful that God created him just for me!

During these days, I was able to have some seasons of complete happiness with Josh, my mother and brother. My mother worked very hard and blessed us with many trips together. Trips that we didn’t get to take together when we were younger. I am and will always be so thankful for all those special, precious, and priceless days. My mother worked hard to give us those trips together and they were priceless moments God knew we needed. I will always be so grateful for the many precious memories we had in those years.

Marrying Josh was the best decision of my life and I am so thankful for him, still, being a married lady also shook the corners of that dark place hidden deep in my heart. It wasn’t because of Josh; it was because of the one who sexually abused me. I realized, more than ever before, that sexually, I was still a total and complete mess.

I had not learned about sex from the Biblical point of view. I didn’t have the understanding that this was an incredibly beautiful and sacred gift from God to a husband and wife. I didn’t know how to function now as a 25-year-old wife of a good, God-fearing man because all the scars from the experiences I had, beginning at age four, were not anything Godly at all. They were the opposite. Josh was amazing, so compassionate, patient, and understanding. I felt I came to the marriage as damaged goods, but he never made me feel that way. And even though he came to our marriage completely pure, he always made me feel safe and beautiful. Together, we began learning more about what sex meant to God, how important it was to keep our marital bed pure and the spiritual, Biblical teachings about sex. This helped me, but deep down I knew I still needed more help.

Then something I was not prepared for happened.

On my 27^th birthday, my Papa, the apple of my eye, suddenly and unexpectedly passed away.
I was devasted. The whole family was. It was the first death we had experienced in our family.
I had never felt pain like that before. It gutted me and changed me drastically.
The only father I ever had was suddenly gone. Never again on this earth would I hold his strong, often rough, creative hand in mine or kiss his slightly whiskered cheek that always smelled of Old Spice. I could not go and have breakfast of biscuits and cantaloupe with him, take him shopping at the mall, or watch old Disney movies, Gunsmoke or Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman. I wouldn’t feel the comfort and safety of his presence, enjoy our talks, or hear his soft voice that always reminded me of Eyeore. All the beautiful qualities I loved so much in this precious and special man, found so endearing and brought me so much joy was taken that day and I never thought that I would be able to celebrate my birthday again. But then, my mother spoke a word to me that I know was given to her from the Lord, “You now share a birthday with Papa,” she said, “He was born into heaven the same day you were born on the earth.”

That helped me so much and they are words I have clung to ever since. I knew without a doubt that I would see my precious Papa again because he loved Jesus so much. Not too long before he passed away, I was taking him somewhere and we were talking about Jesus. He said to me while thoughtfully looking out the window, a small half grin upon his lips, “You know, I love that Ol’ Boy.” I will never forget that. I will never forget my Papa. When someone you love so deeply passes on from this world to the next, their spirit never really leaves you. Their memory and the goodness they brought to your life is with you always everywhere you go. We named my son Samuel after him and WOW! Did we get that name right for our boy as he has so many traits that are just like Papa!

I had had a dream a few years after Papa passed away that he came to visit me at his home. He was in the backyard, and he was wearing a red golf shirt and black pants. We embraced and I was happily crying and asking him a million questions, all the while a little boy wearing a red shirt and black shorts was running all over the yard. I never could see the boy’s face but when I asked Papa who he was, he told me, “That is your son. I am taking care of him in heaven until it is time for him to come to you.”

As a woman who would later go through extreme infertility treatments for five years, that dream gave me tremendous hope that someday I would have children. I write about that journey in a blog I posted called: “My Journey From Infertility to Motherhood: https://angeliquelafoncox.wordpress.com/2020/06/19/covid-19-pandemic-entry-7-the-road-from-infertility-to-motherhood/

I thank God every day for the two beautiful girls I have and for the son that He gave me. I call them the LC3 (LaFonCox 3). I am more thankful than words can express for all the God has given me.

After my grandfather’s passing, my mother and brother moved into my grandparents’ home so my mother could help take care of Mema who struggled every day of the rest of her life after losing her husband of sixty-two years. I have many wonderful stories I want to write about my Papa and my Mema. So far, I have only written one which can be found here: https://angeliquelafoncox.wordpress.com/?s=snapping+beans

God had also worked through an amazing miracle that was bringing my mother some financial help through child support. After my stepfather lost his job, we had no idea where he was working. BUT GOD brought help in a way that only He could do! My cousin was shopping at a local Costco when he saw my mother’s ex-husband who was also doing some shopping. My cousin noticed that he was wearing a work uniform, so he went up to him to say hello and while he did, my cousin was able to read the name of the company on the name tag. He passed on the information to my mother who gave it to her wonderful attorney, (who had done my mother’s entire divorce pro-bono!! Another blessing from God!!) and the attorney was able to get his wages garnished for child support!

Did you know that there is no word for coincidence in the Hebrew language? Therefore, there is no word for coincidence in the Bible. God is always at work and always has a plan and when we obey Him, follow His Word, and do our very best to live our lives for Him, He makes the impossible possible.

“With God ALL things are possible.” Matthew 19:26

It wasn’t long after my mother’s ex-husband’s wages were garnished that my mother was awakened one night by a noise that she thought sounded like gunfire. She was right. Someone had done a drive-by shooting of our precious little Mema’s house! My mother’s car was hit, my brother’s car was hit, my grandmother’s vehicle was hit, and my mother’s bedroom window. There may have been more but those were the only bullet holes the police found. There was a screen on the inside of my mother’s bedroom window, and it caught one of the bullets. I found it still in there before the police came and gave it to them. Again, there was no coincidence that the bullet shot at my mother’s bedroom window did not enter the room and hurt her. That was the protective hand of El Shaddai, Almighty God.

“But the Lord is faithful. He will establish you and guard you against the evil one.” 2 Thess. 3:3

One neighbor stated that they had seen a truck driving past the house the day of the shooting, but there was no concrete evidence found that could connect him to the shooting. For me, the memory of myself, Nancy and my baby brother hiding in the hallway as he stood drunk outside the duplex telling my mother to stand back because he had his gun and was going to start shooting in the windows was pounding in the front of my mind. I knew he was more than capable of doing such a thing, yet, without any evidence, nothing could be done.

As time passed and we all learned how to live without Papa with us, I began to pour myself into my ministry. I had been blessed to hold the position of music director for the church that I had been born and raised in and I had been serving in this position for a couple of years before Josh and I married. My Papa had gone with me day after day when I first got the job to help me get everything organized and ready. He did anything he could to help me. He would build sets and props for my Christmas and Easter musicals; he would hang costumes with me, help me organize the choir music library, placing numbers upon every choir book with his distinct handwriting so that they would be easily tracked. After Josh and I were married it was like Papa passed the torch to Josh of being there to help me with my ministry and creative work. There wasn’t a Sunday where Josh wasn’t by my side serving the Lord with his amazing voice and talents and although we don’t serve at that particular church anymore, we have not stopped serving the Lord together since.

The church choir I was directing had been in existence for over fifty years when I came to serve in that position, and I felt honored to have the privilege of being part of the choir’s legacy. I found my strength to cope with the loss of my grandfather in my service to the Lord. I loved my work in the church with the choir, musicians, tech crew, and children that I was blessed to work with so much. I looked forward to being with them all. It was like a big beautiful, musical family, and for me and it was so awesome to come together to create beautiful music and worship the Lord to usher in the presence of the Holy Spirit and lead others to worship Him, welcoming God into the services each week. But Satan did not like me doing that and he did not like that my service was bringing my spirit healing.

September 2022

One Sunday, something I never imagined happening… happened.

The one who sexually abused me suddenly began volunteering in my music department.
I couldn’t believe it. He and his parents had been part of another church for decades but had suddenly left and he was now part of my work and weekly life. I didn’t know what to do, but I knew I couldn’t handle anyone knowing the truth. So, I did what I had learned to do for years, I pretended as if everything was fine… when everything was not fine. Not. At. All.

I did my best to keep it together, to keep my focus on what I was supposed to do. I always showed him respect and kindness when we had to work together, and I tried to keep my composure at all times. But the truth was, inside, I felt that same old sickness, dirtiness, fear, and shame. Even though I was a grown, married woman, that old familiar, dark burden of heaviness that was pressed upon me at the age of four, plagued me every moment I was in his presence or even saw his face.

I would like to explain to anyone who may be reading and has not experienced any kind of sexual abuse, which I hope is the case, that when there is abuse, those moments never leave you. They go with you everywhere you go. The memories, the feelings, they can pop up in places and moments where you least expect them. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it a million more times, this is one of the reasons why I need Jesus so much. Only He can help me handle it.

“Do not fear, for I am with you; Do not be afraid, for I am your God. I will strengthen you, I will also help you, I will also uphold you with My righteous right hand.” Isaiah 41:10

So, now to be placed in the position where I was having to work with this person and try to handle those thoughts and feelings all the while trying to function in my position at my job, the strain of it emotionally and mentally finally became much more than I could handle. I’m just not that good of an actress. I knew the time had come for professional help, and I ran to it.

Josh and I had experienced counseling with an incredibly wonderful man named Dr. Vern McNally and it was Dr. Vern who the Lord used to bring me help.

Dr. Vern was a man at the church where I worked as music director and he was a Godly, kind, happy, intelligent, accomplished, and compassionate man. I thank God for bringing Vern into my life for several reasons. One, because of the help he brought me and Josh through his counseling, and two, because he was a wonderful man to know, and three, because his daughter PJ and her husband are some of our most beautiful, precious friends.

When we first started our counseling with Dr. Vern, it was extremely challenging for me to articulate all that had happened to me as a child sexually. I found myself repeating the same methods of speaking about it with Dr. Vern as I had when I told my drama teacher. I lowered my eyes to the floor. My voice became very soft and shaky. I couldn’t find my words and I spoke in innuendo more than indirect statements.

Both Dr. Vern and Josh were incredible. In the first session where we began dealing with this, I felt so safe, so cared for, and very listened to. But what meant so much to me was that when I spoke, they didn’t change the way they looked at me. On the outside, I felt that filthy dirtiness, disgusting, as if I were clothed in shame, and was in need of some sort of powerful shower that could wash me clean from the things unseen.

But they didn’t see me that way. That was just how I saw myself. That was how Satan wanted me to see myself.

We also discussed other matters that Josh and I were dealing with, not things between the two of us, but things we were dealing with outside of us. There were some who had strong spirits of envy and competition toward us and we needed to find the tools to be able to handle those situations. Another matter I sought help for personally was to handle my feelings of despair about a vicious rumor that someone began that I had an abortion. Just to take a moment and set the record straight, as God is my judge, I have never had an abortion. The only time I was ever pregnant in my life was with my three living children and the first time I was pregnant was with Aven and her twin Skylar, whom I lost due to sever complications with my ovary and having to have surgery.

Josh was actually the one who told me he had heard this rumor from a member of his family, many years before we were married. God only knows who started it or why, but when I learned about it, it shook my soul and sickened me for two equal reasons, one, because I would not do that and two because I had no idea how long that story had been told about me or who it was told to.

People don’t stop to think about the damage they do to a person’s life when they repeat rumors. This is why gossip is so displeasing to God. It damages people’s minds, hearts and spirits. The Bible talks about an envious spirit being an evil spirit and I understand why. People who speak such ugly things about others must be doing so because they don’t like them, but once they have engaged in speaking it to others it starts a flow of destruction that is hardly containable.

Josh and I teach our children to stay out of “drama” and rumors and gossip. It is no way to live and if we really want to be successful in representing Jesus Christ, we must be careful to remember that our words matter. Our actions matter and we must stop and think before we speak and act and ask ourselves, is what I am doing and saying pleasing to God?

After a few counseling sessions with Dr. Vern, it became a little bit easier to talk about it… bit by bit. I felt safe there.
Dr. Vern was intuitive to the process and through our discussions would guide me along so that I didn’t forget anything that I wanted to address, he helped me find the words for all that I wanted to say.

I also began to realize the impact this abuse had on me when it came to just dating. Josh and I had some conversations about a few of the guys that I had dated before I married him. There were a few guys that when the relationship became more serious, I ran, and I ran from them in a way that was hurtful. I felt terrible about it because I knew that these guys did not see the light of Jesus in my heart as I wanted them to see it.

Dr. Vern had suggested that I start a letter writing therapy from me to my abuser and I began this therapy immediately.
In addition to that, I also applied letter writing to these few guys whom I had hurt to tell them I was sorry I did so. Josh gave me his blessing to reach out to them and one by one they all wrote me back and told me that they forgave me. They all seemed pretty surprised that my treatment of them had stayed in my mind as they had all moved on and were very happy in their lives. But it was something that I needed to do. I wanted to make sure they knew that I was sorry I had been such a mess while dating them and that I was truly sorry for the pain I brought them.

The process of writing to the one who abused me was, of course, much harder as it was bringing up years of feelings. Each week I took a letter written to my abuser with me to my session with Dr. Vern, and along with Josh, we would read and discuss them. Then I would tear it up or burn it and start again the next day. Through this process, I released so much pain, anger, fear, confusion, and resentment, feelings I had suppressed deep down inside me and had locked up tight. Each week that I went to counseling with Dr. Vern it was like all the dark, closed and locked places in my heart that were full of pain and shame from my sexual abuse were beginning to open and all that pain and shame was flowing out through the tips of my fingers upon my computer as I wrote the letters to one who abused me.

Finally, I came to the day when I wrote a letter of forgiveness.

“This is an excellent letter,” Dr. Vern said quietly after reading it. “I would like to suggest that you it send to him.”

My eyes popped open wide, and my jaw dropped. “I thought this was just an exercise to help me,” I said.

“Yes, and you have done very well with it!” he smiled, “I think you should pray about sending this letter to him. Even if he never replies, you can at least tell him that you forgive him.”

Dr. Vern went on to explain how my giving forgiveness for this person would connect my heart directly to the healing power of our Savior, Jesus Christ, the King of Forgiveness. It was a divine moment of God. My Heavenly Father God, Adonai, was speaking through this man to begin a healing that wouldn’t be accomplished in a moment, it would be a process, but the healing could begin in a moment– if I had the strength to be obedient, put all my trust in God, and do it.

“Trust in the Lord with all of your heart and lean not to thy own understanding, but in all thy ways, acknowledge Him and He will make your path straight.” Proverb 3:5-6 (ESV)

After praying about it, I felt God leading my heart to send the letter via email.

I don’t remember how long it was before I received a response, but I will never, ever forget it. The one who abused me apologized to me, most sincerely. He also explained to me how he too had suffered abuse as a child and didn’t know how to handle it. His letter was honest, kind and I knew he had heard me. I did not feel that he was providing me with an excuse as to why he abused me, I honestly felt as if he was crying out for help. As I read his words over and over again, I felt the warmth of healing from the power of forgiveness begin to flow upon me like a warm oil pouring over me from my head to my toes.

I often think about an event that took place with Corrie Ten Boom. She had spoken about her personal experiences and that of her Christian family who were persecuted for assisting by the Nazi’s for assisting Jewish people in their community during World War II. Ms. Boom and her family were sent to concentration camps where she and her sister were beaten severely and treated horribly. She wrote that as she was speaking at a church one night to teach the power of forgiveness, a man who had been in the audience came up to her and apologized to her. She recognized him as one of the Nazi soldiers who beat her sister severely and would watch them in the showers. She told how sincere his apology was and that he extended his hand to her as a gesture of hope that she would in that moment forgive him for his heinous acts. Ms. Boom wrote how at first, she was shocked to see this man before her in a Christian church and that at first, she hesitated to shake hands with him, but she knew that she was called to teach others about the power of forgiveness, and she had just come off the stage from doing exactly that. So, she reached out her hand and took his in hers. She described what she felt as if a powerful shock of electricity flowed from her hand, up her arm, and into her being. The healing power of forgiveness had circulated in her body like a bolt of lightning.

I don’t know if I had been in front of this person when I gave him forgiveness if I too would have felt the electric shock Ms. Boom did, but I can tell you that I felt the power of it in the form of a warm oil being poured all over me. Like the healing Balm of Gilead which is Christ the Lord. It was a feeling I have never experienced before. It was powerful and although it did not completely heal me of the wounds this person had inflicted upon my young life, it began the healing process that was totally and completely the evidence of the supernatural healing power of Jesus Christ. There is nothing on earth that could ever make me feel what I felt that day. It could only be Jesus.

Although it was still very awkward for me to keep working with the one I had forgiven, I was able to handle things better and I felt much lighter in my spirit. Dr. Vern recommended I share what I had endured with my mother, which I did. I also told the one’s mother about the abuse so she would have a better understanding of why I struggled to be around him. Those were two of the most difficult conversations I have ever had.

I remember the day I told my mother. I was on the phone, and she was very quiet. She hardly spoke, but I could tell from the words she did say and the tone she used, proved she was listening to me. I told her that I did not blame her for what happened, and I explained about my counseling and all that I had done regarding sending the one I had forgiven a letter and how his letter and apology had begun the healing process in me. I knew I still had a lot of counseling that I needed and much more healing that had to take place, but I was thankful that healing had begun.

When I told the mother of the one who had abused me, now the one I had forgiven, she too was very quiet. I honestly don’t remember much of anything she said at all. It was not a long conversation. I put it to her as gently but as honestly as I possibly could, and I was sure that information was hard to hear. I wanted to be able to let her have the understanding why I couldn’t be around him personally and that I was doing my very best to work with him each week and keep things focused upon the ministry. It was all just very difficult, completely awkward, and very uncomfortable. Yet, inside my heart, there was a bit of relief that both my mother and his mother knew the truth. After decades of suppressing that information, to speak it out almost brought me a sigh of relief.

It wasn’t long after I had come forward about my abuse that I started having people in the church come to talk to me privately. Apparently, the parents of the one that I had forgiven were going to take action on it… but their actions were against me.

They began slandering me to people in the choir I directed. One person they spoke to right inside the church walls. Another person said they were told this slander during a choir party that I had planned for my choir family to come together, play, laugh, enjoy each other’s company and create stronger relationships. To learn that while I was trying to bring people together at this event, these lying tongues were right there in the midst, whispering their slandering about me, well, I’m not sure there are words to describe how that felt. And their slander didn’t stop there. They began spreading their lies to others outside the choir to other people in the church and they took their malicious stories to other people in other churches in other cities that they were connected to.

They were telling people that I had a pornography addiction. They also said I was having an adulterous affair with a man in the church where I worked. There may have been other things said, God only knows, but these things were bad enough.

Needless to say, my soul was sickened and overwhelmed by it all– but honestly, I cannot say that I was surprised. These people had never liked me my entire life. They were envious of the relationship I had with my grandparents and they did not like my mother. They had always made it very clear that I was beneath them and their children, I was a doormat. So, it wouldn’t be difficult for them to tell such lies to others about me. In fact, I believe they saw it as a necessary action for their family’s preservation. They had to make sure I was completely discredited so that if I came forward with my story of abuse from their son who was eleven years my elder, people would not believe me.

Their intentions were just like so many others out there in the world who try to destroy the story of a victim of sexual abuse, to place poison into the minds and hearts of people about me so that if I came forward and told my story publicly, I would have no credibility. I would just be a sick, twisted person who was a sexual deviant, had a grotesque addiction to pornography, and was an unfaithful adulteress. I would be the problem, not their son.

These sick accusations were not just attacking my marriage, my character, my morals, my Christianity, and my position in the church for ministry. They were also attacking the faithfulness, character, morals and Christianity of the man of whom they accused me of having an affair. Their accusations were full of wicked intentions all the way through. There was nothing good or godly about the the things they were saying, absolutely nothing. Their words and intentions of damage wreaked darkness.

Yet, even in the midst of such darkness that was closing in around me, the light of God shone brightly through. The people in the church who were my friends didn’t come to question me about why these things were being said about me, they knew me, loved me, were loyal to me and brave enough to tell me what was being said. They came because they did not believe such slander was true. I am so thankful for all those who had the courage to come and tell me what was being spoken and didn’t ask if it was true, they knew it wasn’t and they didn’t believe it. They took a stand against the rumors by not repeating it, only telling me and I believe God used them to bring it to my attention so that I could take a stand against it… and I did. I stood against my accusers’ lies and slander and I defended myself, my marriage, and my faithfulness to my husband, to whom I have always been happily faithful. I was faithful then, I am faithful now, and I will be faithful to him until I leave this earth.

In case they ever read this, I would like to take a moment to personally thank all those who stood by me during this dark and painful time of my life. Those who proved their faithfulness to me as true friends by their actions. They knew who I was, they did not receive the gossip, slander and lies, but instead stood against it and helped me to stop it. I am forever thankful to you all and pray that I can just be as faithful a friend to you as you were and have been to me. May God richly bless you for choosing His path in that situation.

While I was not shocked by the choices, words, and actions of my accusers, I was terribly shocked, disappointed, and actually disgusted by the person they accused me of having an affair with. When he found out what was being said, he not only made the choice to not take a stand against these people and their accusations, but he also chastened me for doing so.
This left me (and Josh) utterly flabbergasted.

“It’s a pitch in the dirt,” he said, “It will go away. You shouldn’t talk about it anymore.”

My reply to him was, “If someone comes to me and asks me about these accusations and why they are being made by people related to me, I am going to defend myself, my marriage, and my ministry fiercely and I don’t understand why you wouldn’t do the same.”

“Because they are just bullies,” he said, “and I am not going to give them the satisfaction of engaging in it.”

Josh and I couldn’t believe it. In our minds, that was the wrong response. In our minds, you stand up to the bullies, or else
they will just keep bullying you and others.

It wasn’t just my marriage being attacked by this slander; it was this man’s marriage too. But instead of standing up to the bullies, he chose to do nothing and wanted me to do nothing as well. I was reprimanded for standing up for my marriage and reputation.
I knew that I was not in the place of strength to be able to tell him why they were slandering me, and after hearing his response to it all, I didn’t think it would even matter. I lost my respect for him and wasn’t going to try and convince him of my position on the matter. I didn’t know how many people had heard this poison about me, but I knew my God, Adonai was bigger than all of them. Bigger than their slander. Bigger than all who heard it, and God would be the One to bring the light of truth to all the lies of darkness. I trusted God and knew He would help me.

“Behold, God is my helper; the Lord is the upholder of my life.” Psalm 54:4

This situation would teach me so much about the struggles that women and even some men who have been sexually abused have faced. When they come forward with their stories, they were met with great defenses. All those things are the traps Satan plants. Satan is the one who brings destructive, abusive behaviors to the innocent, and he is the one who then attacks the innocent to discredit them when they try to speak out.

The women who began the #Metoo movement are some of the pioneers which paved this path I am now walking. I have finally come to the place where I am no longer afraid of the family of the one who I forgave. I am not afraid of their slander or even any further attacks they may try after I have published this because I know that God sees all. God hears all. God knows every thought and sees deep down into every heart. I take comfort in knowing that nothing is ever hidden from God. He is truth. He knows truth, speaks truth, and brings truth into His light.

“To the Jews who had believed him, Jesus said, “If you hold to my teaching, you are really my disciples. Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.” John 8:31-32 (NIV)

“The Lord Himself goes before you and will be with you; He will never leave you nor forsake you. Do not be afraid’ do not be discouraged.” Deut. 8:31-32 (NIV)

“What, then, shall we say in response to these things? If God is for us, who can be against us?”
Romans 8:31 (NIV)

There were other toxic issues that God wanted to deliver me from which were in that working situation and it wasn’t long before God, being the awesome, loving, compassionate, and merciful God that He is, He made it clear it was time for me to leave– and He did it in a beautiful way… he gave me an unexpected blessing, I got pregnant–naturally, with my second baby, MaCaedyn. I didn’t want to work away from my children. God knew I didn’t want to be away from my first baby, Aven, any longer. So when I got pregnant with MaCaedyn, those two little girls gave me all the strength I needed to quit. Though I still admit, it was one of the hardest decisions I ever had to make because I did love my music position and the people I ministered with so very dearly.

It was because of my great love for the legacy and respect for the dedicating years of ministry of Brother and Sister Diffie which was the foundation of that church, and because of my love for the people and the work I did there, God told me through a dream to go quietly. With two witnesses and my husband, I gently laid down my ministry work at that place and prepared for my new ministry work for children. At that time I had no idea all that God was going to give to me to do, but my ministry work for children began at home with my children and I couldn’t wait to begin it.

I wrote a another blog which is called “The End and The Beginning At the Same Time”. This story tells of the remarkable way that God gently transitioned me from one work of ministry to another. The very last thing I did as the music director of the church was to hold a Christams party for my department. At that end of that party I gave all the children of my music members a teddy bear. That last act of what I did there was the first act of what I would be doing for the rest of my life. Giving teddy bears to children, to hug and hold, to bring them comfort in scary, sad or hard times, to have a little furry friend, is one of the ways I have ministered to children ever since I left working at the church. I have given away thousands of teddy bears and cuddly critter stuffies to children and will do so until the day I leave this earth. If you owuld like to read that story you can find it at this link?https://angeliquelafoncox.wordpress.com/2018/10/

When God moved me out of that place and full time into my home with my babies, and we did have a lot of financial struggle as we lost my income and Josh was working as an apprentice home appraiser. My mother, and a few others, did so much to help Josh and I during difficult financial times and someday, including opening her home to us when we had tried to sell ours and it fell through during the recession of 2008. We lost that home, sold a truck and had to declare bankruptcy. We used up all our savings to keep things going and God always provided, miraculously sometimes for us for our babies. There are many miracles that I need to write about, I have written one on this site called “The Last Twenty Dollars” if you would like to read it.

I know God is going to bless me very soon in such a way that I will be able to not just thank my mother for her help by my words, but also show my thanks by paying her back every dime and then some so that she can live the rest of her days in peace and comfort. When God blesses us to do so, Josh and I will happily and gratefully pay every person who has ever helped us financially along the way, and if they are no longer on this earth, then we will pay it forward to their children, to show our sincere gratitude and deep appreciation for all they did for our family to keep us going during hard days.

I have never been one who wanted to be the borrower or the person in need. I don’t know many people who do want to be that person. I actually really hate it. I want to be a giver. I want to be the lender of Deut. 28. But I understand why God allowed us to be the family in need. It was to teach us and prepare us for the work that we are not doing through The Huggabear Children’s Project, Inc. having walked that road of being a person so desperate at times that I thought about making a sign and standing on the side of the road, taught me lessons and gave me understanding that I could have only learned by walking that road. Learning those lessons and having those experiences only made us better givers. We love giving so much because we understand that so many times it is not a hand out, but a hand up. A moment of support and encouragement, to show people that they are seen and have worth in this world.

I don’t define myself by what I have materialistically because God reminds me, although it is His great pleasure to bless us and provide all our needs, wealth and materialistic things are not what will matter at the end of my time on earth. When I leave this earth, none of it will go with me. I personally believe money is freedom. Freedom to pay for the things you need and freedom to bless others. I believe how much we have isn’t as important to God as how much we give. I have heard Pastor Tiz Huch often say, “We are blessed to be a blessing.” And I believe that completely. When God sees it fit to give me more financially, then I will be able to give more and until then I will enjoy giving what I’ve got!

While I have experienced financial struggles, I can say that never has there been a time when I when considered myself to be poor. There are those who may have seen me that way and treated me that way, but that is not who I am. Never has there a time that I didn’t have a home to live in. It might not have been my home, but still, I wasn’t on the street. Never has there been a time when I didn’t have a bed, or clothes and shoes, clean water and food, or medical care. God always provided these things for me and my family. When you do the work that we do for children in other nations where these basic things can be extremely challenging to obtain, you realize just how richly blessed you are! I have never been poor because my Awesome God made sure I had what I needed. This is just another reason of the many reasons why I serve Him.

From the day that God called my heart to ministry for Him, there has never been a day that I have stopped serving Him and I have no plans to ever stop for the rest of my days. My work may have changed along the way and look different than what I did before, but I have never stopped, and I never plan to. God gave Josh and me the most awesome ministry ever through our three precious, beautiful, and amazing children, Aven, MaCaedyn, and Samuel Braeden. Each one of their lives is also an amazing testimony of the power and goodness of God and I will write them all to tell the world how my awesome God has always been there with me and for my family. Josh and my children are second only to God, and I am more thankful than I can possibly write in words for all of them. They are the four most important people in my life and I want to please God every day by loving them, serving, and helping them, teaching, and protecting them, and celebrating their beautiful, special lives.

This brings me to another important point. faithfulness and loyalty. Because my family members are the most important people in my world, I always want to be there for them. Josh and I are on the same page about this. If someone were to ever abuse or hurt one of our children, we would have to forgive that person, but it would be hard to trust them again because of our faithfulness and loyalty to our children, and each other, we place our relationships with them in the highest of regard and position. There is no one who will turn us against our children, just like our Heavenly Father, God is with all of us.

God also gave us a ministry using all of the gifts that He blessed me with through my coping mechanisms. Remember how I said I would dive into my imagination, music, dance, and creating stories and plays? Now I do this for my life’s work! I write books for the children of the world through The Huggabears books, we give through The Huggabear Children’s Project, Inc., we create a place of love, joy, and imagination at the Huggabear Farm, we sing, dance, and do plays and skits on the Huggabear Friends YouTube show, and I love to compose and sing my Huggabear music for children. I also have written a book series for teens and adults called The Intercessors and I have written a few other independent stories. I want to teach anyone who will listen about my amazing God and His Only Son, My Lord, and Savior, Jesus Christ! I listed these sites at the beginning of this testimony, but want to list again where our ministry can be found:

huggabears.org
lafoncox.com

God placed our feet on solid ground doing a work that I love dearly and will do for the rest of my life. God has blessed us with beautiful, loving, godly relationships and although I forgive all those of my past, I will not go back to what God delivered me from. Doing so would be disrespectful to God, after all, I cried out for His help and He answered and delivered me from that so I could keep healing, not keep hurting. I thank God every single day that He delivered me from all those who sought to hurt me, discredit me, and destroy my name, my character and reputation, my family, and my ministry. God rescued me from all those who wanted to treat me however they wanted to treat me, say what they wanted to say about me, and then keep me quietly in my place, under their feet as a silent doormat. I do not hate them. I have forgiven them all and pray for their protection and God’s perfect will to be accomplished in all their lives. I wish nothing bad upon anyone. I want goodness and mercy to follow me and my family all the days of my life so that is what I wish for others. I just choose not to have them on my life’s journey anymore because I need to remain healthy and strong to do what the work God has for me to do. I know that with only one exception, blasphemy of the Holy Spirit, all sins are covered under the blood and powerful forgiveness of Jesus Christ and so I will look forward to the day when we can all be together in heaven, and it is around His throne we will gather and rejoice for all that God has done!

“The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.  He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.” Psalm 23 (KJV)

“Therefore I tell you, every sin and blasphemy will be forgiven people, but the blasphemy against the Spirit will not be forgiven. And whoever speaks a word against the Son of Man will be forgiven, but whoever speaks against the Holy Spirit will not be forgiven, either in this age or in the age to come.”
Matthew 12:31-21 (ESV)

“But our citizenship is in heaven, and from it we await a Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ, who will transform our lowly body to be like his glorious body, by the power that enables him even to subject all things to Himself.” Philippians 3:20-21

October 2022

God wants me strong and healthy physically, mentally, and emotionally so that I can take care of the incredible family He has given me and to do the work for children in the world that He has chosen me to do. I can clearly see now how God is taking all the negative experiences of my childhood and is going to use them for positive and good works in this world.

“Jesus answered him, “What I am doing you do not understand now, but afterward you will understand.”
John 13:7 (NIV)

My days of pretending are done, and I do not and will not teach my children this way of functioning either. Josh and I have an open door to our children so that if there is something that happens to them which brings them pain or confusion, they know we are there for them to talk to and to pray with, and they do. They do come to us, and I love that!

We make our mistakes all the time, but we practice admitting to our children when we have done something wrong to take ownership of our words and actions. We work to make things right with one another by sincerely addressing the matter, by apologizing directly for what we have done or said with contrition, not saying “I’m sorry you’re hurt” but by saying
“I’m sorry I hurt you”. Then we work on reconciling our relationship. These are the life patterns we are hoping to pass on to our children and they will pass on to theirs.

We are not in any way shape or form a perfect family. There is no such thing. We know we are not perfect, and we do not expect perfection from anyone else. We never will. We know we all have our flaws, our problems, and our weaknesses; we all are aware of them and don’t pretend they aren’t there. When something or someone hurts us or our children, we gather around each other, supporting one another and helping each other through it. No one is told they cannot cry if they need to. No one is told they cannot talk about situations if they need to, and no one is shown more partiality or favoritism than the other. All our children are equally important, precious, and irreplaceable to us and our relationships with them are more important than any other relationships we have outside of our relationship with God and each other. We don’t ever want to live life without our children in it, and they know that. We pray and ask God to bless us with that.

All these things are the result of Josh and I studying God’s Word for direction, praying, serving, and worshiping God together, seeking much professional counseling throughout the years, and practicing what we have learned. We are trying to learn for ourselves and to teach our children a healthier way of functioning and maintaining healthy relationships.

I can honestly say that if it hadn’t been for the presence of Jesus Christ in my life, I might have become an addict, an alcoholic, or gotten into something else very self-destructive. God created me with a sensitive taste for alcohol. I have tried a few drinks here in there and it just doesn’t appeal to me. I had “near beer” once and it was so horrible I have never tasted a real beer. I don’t think there is anything wrong with people enjoying a drink now and then. After all, Jesus Himself turned water into wine! The Bible teaches us in 40 different verses to avoid drunkenness because God does not want us to lose self-control. I can look back and clearly see how God’s power was strong with me all through my life, though I didn’t always recognize it at the moment, I see it now. I have never been drunk, I have never smoked anything, and I have never taken or been high on illegal drugs either. This is not a statement of boasting in myself, I am boasting of the power of Jesus Christ that protected me from even desiring to try those things which so many people who are hurting and searching for a way to deal with their pain turn to.

I have experienced prescription drugs and from those experiences, I have gained much more understanding of how people can become addicted to them. I have great compassion for them because I know they are trying to deal with terrible, deep pain. The problem is, there is no pill, drug, drink, or high that can heal that kind of physical, mental, and emotional pain. The only healing to be found for that kind of pain comes through Jesus Christ. I am so thankful that He was with me during all these years and proved to me that He would never leave me nor forsake me. I have learned people will leave and forsake you, even perhaps from those that you would never expect to, but Jesus never will.

“Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you.” Hebrews 13:5 (NIV)

To God be all the glory for His protection of me in that way and I want to encourage you, if you have such pain, please, try Jesus.

November 2022

Josh and I have set boundaries for ourselves and our children in a position of protection from those who do not think that abusive behaviors are serious matters. I don’t know how anyone could not take child abuse in any form seriously, but as I mentioned previously, I know there are those out there who will shrug their shoulders and just say “these things happen” or “it’s in the past, they need to move on”. I know there are people who know what happened with me and the one I forgave and his family, who either have turned a blind eye, act like it is not very serious, or that I am making it more serious than it is. Child sexual abuse is a big deal and speaking factually, the one I forgave could have easily served prison time for the abuse I endured. My hope is that there were no others that he got to.

All children, ALL children need to be cherished and protected and when abuse happens, it is not something to take lightly or brush off. Abusive situations, especially sexual abuse, leaves deep, painful wounds on a soul that cannot be seen with the human eye, but it doesn’t mean that they are not there and they are not serious.

My mother once apologized to me for all the sad things that happened in my childhood, and, of course, I forgave her. I have forgiveness in my heart for her, for everyone else I have written about in this testimony, and for others who have brought my life confusion and pain that I haven’t written about in this testimony. I choose not to reconcile some of those relationships because I don’t trust them to be a healthy relationship for my life and my family, but I still forgive them.

I think that oftentimes Christians believe that forgiveness means having a relationship, but I have learned through my counselors, who have all been God-fearing, Bible believing, Christian counselors that is not the case. Rebuilding a relationship comes through reconciliation which is different from forgiveness. For example, Jesus Christ died on the cross and shed His blood in seven different places so that we might have forgiveness of our sins and therefore we could have our relationship reconciled to God.

There are some I am related to who would not call what I have experienced as abuse, that I am exaggerating things, not telling it like it was, or that it wasn’t that a big deal. Some might say that I “had it easy” compared to their life, and when compared to some abuses out there, perhaps I did. But again, as God is my judge, everything I have written happened just as I wrote it. In fact, I didn’t even write all of it. I only wrote a few dark moments. That is another reason why I cannot have a relationship with some of my relatives. When I stand up for myself or my children I am called “harsh”, “judgmental”, and “ungrateful”. Some relatives have called me a “spoiled rotten brat”, “unforgiving”, “slut”, “bitch”, and Josh, myself, Aven, MaCaedyn and Samuel were told by name that we could “go to hell”. Is it any wonder why I choose to stay away? None of those things spoke about me are the truth. I am not any of these things. Those who know me and love me, my family, my friends all know that, but most importantly, my Creator, my Heavenly Father, God knows it. I am who HE says I am.

My counselors have helped me to understand those are examples of manipulative speech used by a person when someone addresses or stands up to their unhealthy words or behaviors. It is false guilt and I do not have to accept it. I know that what I experienced was abuse… sexual… emotional… and mental. It messed me up, but Jesus is healing me and helping me become the person He meant for me to be to fulfill His plans for my life. Now, I want to try and help as many other children as I possibly can who have or are experiencing abuse–even if those children have now grown into adults, because they are still dealing with the wounds of their childhood. If I can help even one person, it will all be worth it.

There are some I know who believe that it doesn’t matter how they treat you or what they say or do to you, if they give you something, money, help, a gift, whatever it may be, that gift should make things right. That is not the way to build healthy relationships. Gifts and help are a beautiful way to express love but they should not take the place of doing the work needed in repairing relationships which are broken. Our family’s nonprofit work is in constant giving and we never think those we give to owe us anything. We don’t feel we can treat them poorly like they are just because we give to them. God wants us to be cheerful givers, but if there are emotional and mental wounds, giving a tangible gift isn’t the way to help heal those wounds.

In order for me to be able to maintain my personal emotional and mental health so I can function as God wants me to function, I do not connect myself with those who have abused, slandered or tried to destroy my name, character, family, and ministry. I also do not connect myself with those who are closely connected to those people. Again, there is no hate, there is nothing malicious in me, I do this for my own self-preservation so I can keep my focus on my family, my ministry for children, and my healthy relationships. I praise God that He knows all the people we need in our lives and I trust Him completely with all my relationships. I also praise Him that the healthy relationships I have in my life, outnumber the non-healthy ones! God is so good to me, He has always been so good to me. He blesses me in so many ways! He knows all that I need and He supplies everything for me, including the healthy relationships He wants me to have.

I know that God is going to take all of that which brought me mourning and turn it into dancing because even through writing this testimony, He is doing just that!

There is power in forgiveness! There is healing through the blood of Jesus Christ. The blood that Jesus shed for us is all-powerful! There is nothing you will ever find in this world that has the supernatural power of Jesus Christ! There is no book you will ever read that holds more supernatural power than the Bible! No song you will ever sing which supersedes what praise and worship of Jesus Christ can do for you! There is no friend you can talk to that can bring more supernatural power than praying to God and our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ!

Jesus is The Way, The Truth, and The LIFE! And I promise you that although you will still have troubles in this world when you live your life for Jesus, it is a life full of His glory and great abundance!

December 7, 2022

Today is December 7^th and I am finally finished writing this story– and find there is no coincidence to that!
We are coming to the end of the 2022 year and with God, the number 7 represents completion! Today I have completed this testimony for Him!

As I wrote in the beginning. I did not write this story for revenge, and I am sure there will be those who will condemn me for writing it. I cannot control anyone else but myself. I know that I have written this out of obedience to my Lord and Savior as a testimony of His love, faithfulness, mercy, and healing power. I am much more concerned with not obeying God than I am of displeasing others. I know God knows my heart, mind, and spirit. I am confident that I have written nothing but the truth and that I have done so under His guidance and direction. It was the blessed, unchanging hand of Jesus Christ that held onto mine securely through every situation. He never let me go and He used every situation to teach me, mold and shape me and draw me closer to Him. I do believe He is going to use me to help children all over this world in more ways than I ever have before, and even if He just uses me to help one person, whether it be a child or an adult, then I will rejoice in His perfect will knowing it was worth it all!

I know that there also may be some who might ask if God is so mighty and protects us, then why would those kinds of abusive things happen, especially with people in a church who believe in Jesus? While I cannot answer that question completely, I have learned one important thing. As time has gone on and I have pressed closer into God and His Word, I understand the verse where Jesus says,

“In this world you will have trouble, but take heart, I have overcome the world!” John 16:33 (ESV)

This world is the creation of the hands of God, our Heavenly Father, still, God’s Word tells us that it is not our home. Heaven is our ultimate destination. This world is a place where we come to live and move and have our being and while we live—especially while we live for Christ, we will have encounters with our “enemy”, satan, the devil. But when we have Jesus living in our hearts, we have His promise that He is walking with us and will help us through all our trials. When we make the choice to let go of things that are not godly in our lives, and place our focus upon studying God’s Word, applying it to our lives and choosing to follow His path and walk in His ways, then unfathomable miracles and incredible blessings will be given to us from our Heavenly Father God.

I always want to keep learning for the rest of my days, but here is what I have learned so far about a few things that God has taught me.

I have learned that those you consider your family are not limited to those who are related to you, and those who are related to you are not always going to be considered your family.

I have learned to trust God with every relationship and acquaintance I have.

I have learned that some will be part of my life for a moment, some for a season and some for the rest of my days. I trust when God says our time with each other begins and if God brings us together for only a set period of time according to His timing and perfect will, then I trust God when the time for us to part occurs.

I have learned that in all things, in everything I do with the days I am blessed with, I want to be obedient to God’s plan for my life and understanding that part of that obedience is to accept He knows better than I in all situations. I need to keep my faith strong and to keep my trust in Him.

I have learned that when you pray and ask God to help you with an abusive person(s), place or thing, and God delivers you from that person, place or thing, you don’t go back to it. That isn’t just disrespectful to God, that’s defiance in His face. When God delivered His chosen people, the Israelites from the abuse and bondage they had in Egypt, they didn’t go back to it.
I wonder if the reason why people choose to to back to abusive situations is because they get used to them and don’t know what lse to do. They may hate the situation while they are in it, but then when they are delivered and set free from it, if they have been so used to it, they don’t know how to function without dysfunction… and they return. Not me! God has delivered me from many abusive situations and I praise Him and thank Him everyday that He did! And because He has set me free from those situations, I can now use that freedom to give Him control of my life and do the work He wants me to do!

I have learned the difference between faith and trust. Faith is believing “With God all things are possible.” (Matt. 19;26 and trust is learning to wait patiently, and be still knowing that He is God. He is sovereign and when I wait quietly for Him to do things in His perfect timing and according to His perfect will, that is how I trust Him. Though the days, months or years may go by, I must trust Him.

“Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see.” Hebrews 11:1

“He says, “Be still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth.” Psalm 46:10

I have learned who my dear loved ones are and who are those I can call my friend. These are the ones who will receive all the love that I have to give to them. They are the ones who accept me as I am, not be envious, jealous, or competitive with me or my family, not hurt or discard me or my family like we meant nothing to them, but are faithful and are proud to have us in their lives.

I have learned that God can use all the relationships you encounter during your days the bad and the good. The relationships which are beautiful and the ones that are not, still hold value because God can use all those experiences, especially the challenging ones to test your faith, strengthen your character, and draw you closer to Him, and that is always a good thing!

I have learned that a life that follows after, chases after Jesus, is the best life lived. And I have learned that when you take the time to slow down, enjoy the good that is around you, appreciate all that God has done for you, and recognize that the simple things of life hold some of the greatest blessings, you won’t feel like you are missing out on anything. You won’t be looking at what others have to compare it to what you have. You will see how rich you are and you will be content. You will understand that having the hand of God and His peace that passes all understanding along with the joy of Jesus to surround you are things which are not negotiable or things you will compromise.

Something else which is very important that I have learned through teaching science to my children for school is that it is okay to cry when we are sad! God made us with two kinds of tears. One kind is to cleanse our eyes from irritants. but the other kind of tears are very special. These are the tears that we cry when we are sad and they release toxins from our system to help us feel better! God knows all that we need and even designed us to release our pain through tears! Crying is not a weakness! Just like water washes us clean, the water of our tears can help cleanse us of our pain! People who release their pain through tears are not “cry babies” or “weak”, they are the healthier ones who are not suppressing their feelings of pain, but releasing them. People who suppress their feelings will see the results of that suppressed pain manifest itself somewhere, someday. Whether it be in their work, their relationships, or their health. We created a special Huggabear Friends show to teach children some tools for handling their sadness. If you would like to watch it, here is the link to the show: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jhFbor0x0jY&t=1901s

We would also love to have you subscribe to our channel and become one of our Huggabear Friends!

My story is just a drop in the bucket when compared to some of the horror stories that are out there of what some children are dealing with today. As time goes on, the world grows darker and darker, so then we must shine the light of Jesus brighter and brighter! I am not a victim; I am a VICTOR through the power of the blood and love of Jesus Christ! I want to encourage you that you do not know Jesus and would like to learn more about Him and His amazing love for you, please reach out to me. I can tell you with complete certainty that when people fail you, Jesus never will. Jesus will never leave you nor forsake you. Jesus will always be with you and when you call out to Him, He will answer you. He will sustain you with His almighty right hand!

As I come to the end of this testimony I am reminded of the words of the old song “Through It All”
by Andre’ Crouch:

I’ve had many tears and sorrows, I’ve had questions for tomorrow,
there’s been times I didn’t know right from wrong.
But in every situation, God gave me blessed consolation, that my trials come to only make me strong.

Through it all, through it all, I’ve learned to trust in Jesus, I’ve learned to trust in God.
Through it all, through it all, I’ve learned to depend upon His Word.

I’ve been to lots of places, I’ve seen a lot of faces, there’s been times I felt so all alone.
But in my lonely hours, yes, those precious lonely hours, Jesus lets me know that I was His own

Through it all, through it all, I’ve learned to trust in Jesus, I’ve learned to trust in God.
Through it all, through it all, I’ve learned to depend upon His Word

So I thank God for the mountains, and I thank Him for the valley’s, I thank Him for the storms He’s brought me through
for if I’d never had a problem I wouldn’t know that He could solve them, wouldn’t know what faith in God could do!

Through it all, through it all, I’ve learned to trust in Jesus, I’ve learned to trust in God.
Through it all, through it all, I’ve learned to depend upon His Word

Here is a short lyric quote that I wanted to share, from the motion picture musical, The Greatest Showman, words and music written by Pasek and Paul:

When the sharpest words wanna cut me down, I’m gonna send a flood, gonna drown them out, I am brave, I am bruised,
I am who I’m meant to be… this is me.

I am also reminded of the words to the beloved hymn written by Thomas Chisholm based upon the verse:
“The steadfast love of the LORD never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness” Lamentations 3:22-23 (ESV)

Great Is Thy Faithfulness
Great is Thy faithfulness, O God my Father
There is no shadow of turning with Thee
Thou changes not, Thy compassion’s, they fail not
As Thou hast been, Thou forever will be

Great is Thy faithfulness
Great is Thy faithfulness
Morning by morning new mercies I see
All I have needed Thy hand hath provided
Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me

Summer and winter, springtime and harvest
Sun, moon and stars in their courses above
Join with all nature in manifold witness
To Thy great faithfulness, mercy and love

Great is Thy faithfulness
Great is Thy faithfulness
Morning by morning new mercies I see
All I have needed Thy hand hath provided
Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me!

Pardon for sin and a peace that endureth
Thine own dear presence to cheer and to guide
Strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow
Blessings all mine, with ten thousand beside!

Great is Thy faithfulness
Great is Thy faithfulness
Morning by morning new mercies I see
All I have needed Thy hand hath provided
Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me

And I would also like to share with you the words to a song the Lord gave me. It is called
“There is No One Who Loves Me Like Jesus” and you can find a performance of it here:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZqVLBbzjxP8

There is no one who loves me like Jesus, there is no one who loves me as much as Him.
There is no one who loves me like Jesus, for it was Jesus who died on Calvary for me.
There is no one who loves me like Jesus, He gave His life so that my life could start again!
No there is no one who loves me like Jesus, He took my place for to erase all my sin.

There is no one who loves me quite like Jesus, no one like Him that I can tell my troubles to.
There is no one who loves me like Jesus for I know Jesus cares about all that I say and do.
There is no one who loves me like Jesus, He’s always there to hear my prayer and I can see!
That there is no one who loves me like my Jesus.
He took my place and by His grace, He set me free.
He took your place and by His grace, He set us free.

I hope that you learned from reading this testimony that there is supernatural power in prayer to God, Yahweh, Jehovah, Adonai, the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. Prayer is a direct way to talk to the God who loves you, created you, has your name written on the palm of your hand, and even has every hair on your head numbered.

“See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands.” Isaiah 49:16 (NIV)

“Aren’t sparrows sold for next to nothing, five for two assarions? And not one of them has been forgotten by God, Why, every hair on your head has been counted! don’t be afraid, you are wroth more than many sparrows.” Luke 12:6-7 (JCB)

I hope you learned that there is supernatural power in studying, memorizing, speaking and singing God’s Holy Word. There is also supernatural power in praising and worshiping God.

I hope you know that Jesus Christ died on the cross for our sins that we might receive forgiveness and
when we forgive others not only are we forgiven our sins, but through our forgiveness comes the healing we need for our hearts, minds, and souls to move forward past the things that hurt us.

I hope you learned you will never move forward with your healing unless you embrace forgiveness, acknowledge your pain and troubles and (my hope is) put your hope in God and give it all to Jesus. Let Him help you so you don’t stay stuck in the pain of the past but can move forward with the plans that He has for your life!

“For I know the plans I have for you” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” Jeremiah 29:11 (NIV)

I hope that you learned there is a difference between forgiveness and reconciliation and while we must forgive others so we can be forgiven and so our healing can begin, it is okay if we choose not to reconcile relationships that are not good for us. We must not let hate or allow bitterness to harden our hearts. While you do not have to continue your journey with those who are not good to you or good for you, you must pray for those who persecute you.

“But I tell you, love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you.” Matthew 5:44 (JCB)

“For if you forgive other people when they sin against you, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. But if you do not forgive others their sins, your Father will not forgive your sins.” Matthew 6:14-15 (ESV)

But most of all, I hope that you learn that Jesus loves you more than you could possibly imagine! I say that a lot because I know that it is true! Jesus wants you to ask Him into your heart so He can live and dwell within you and you in Him. He is there, ready and waiting to help you, all you have to do is reach out. Call His Holy Name. Come as you are. He is waiting and He is always faithful. All my life thus far He has been faithful to me, He has transformed me, and I know He will be for the rest of my days. A life lived for Jesus is the best life you can possibly live!

In closing, know that I still need more counseling and healing to take place in my life, but I am determined to keep moving forward and use my pain for my platform to help children and not let my pain keep me anchored to my past. I decree and declare that I will start sleeping better and not have so many nightmares about past experiences, but trust the Lord with my sleep.
“When you lie down, you will not be afraid; when you lie down, your sleep will be sweet.” Proverbs 3:24 (ESV)

I decree and declare that this heavy burden of darkness is now officially laid down at the feet of light and love of my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ and by doing so publicly, I am able to use is as a testimony of His power, grace, and help my life.
I decree and declare that this curse is now broken off of me and is reversed so that I will live and receive the fullness of the blessings of God! I will no longer live in the shadow of darkness but will abide and live my life in the shadow of my Protector, Adonai, my Father God!

Psalm 91

¹ Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High
    will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.
² I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress,
    my God, in whom I trust.”
³ Surely he will save you
    from the fowler’s snare
    and from the deadly pestilence.
⁴ He will cover you with his feathers,
    and under his wings you will find refuge;
    his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.
⁵ You will not fear the terror of night,
    nor the arrow that flies by day,
⁶ nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness,
    nor the plague that destroys at midday.
⁷ A thousand may fall at your side,
    ten thousand at your right hand,
    but it will not come near you.
⁸ You will only observe with your eyes
    and see the punishment of the wicked.

⁹ If you say, “The Lord is my refuge,”
    and you make the Most High your dwelling,
¹⁰ no harm will overtake you,
    no disaster will come near your tent.
¹¹ For he will command his angels concerning you
    to guard you in all your ways;
¹² they will lift you up in their hands,
    so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.
¹³ You will tread on the lion and the cobra;
    you will trample the great lion and the serpent.

¹⁴ “Because he loves me,” says the Lord, “I will rescue him;
    I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name.
¹⁵ He will call on me, and I will answer him;
    I will be with him in trouble,
    I will deliver him and honor him.
¹⁶ With long life I will satisfy him
    and show him my salvation.” (ESV)

My God, Adonai is here for you. He is the same yesterday, today and forever. His Word has not changed, His power has not changed and I can tell you that His love can heal your heart and life in ways that you never thought possible. If you do not know Him, please consider opening your heart to Him. Jesus is standing, patiently waiting at the door of your heart, knocking gently, hoping that you will reach out to Him, let Him inside your heart so He can being His wondrous work in your life. There is no one who loves you like Jesus and I know this to be true. That’s not an opinion, that’s a fact.

“Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today and forever.” Hebrews 13:8 (NIV)

“Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and eat with him, and he with me.” Revelation 3:20 (ESV)

I want to thank you sincerely, from the bottom of my heart for taking the time to read this testimony and if you know of someone who may need to read it, please share it with them. If you are in need of prayer or encouragement, this is our organization’s email address: thehuggabears@gmail.com

Jesus has broken the curse over my life and is now reversing the curse. What Satan meant for evil in my life, Jesus is going to use for good! I know that Jesus can do the same thing for you if you invite Him into your heart and allow Him to be the Lord of your life.

My prayer for you is that if you don’t know Jesus, you will want to and that God will richly bless you, lead and keep you. May you find the peace, love, salvation, and healing power that comes through accepting Jesus Christ as Lord and Savior of your life! And please remember, it is so very true that “When you love a child, you change the world!”

Amen.

A Divine Dream, Two Divine Signs, and A Confirmation About Huggabear Farm

The story which I am about to tell you, at least to me, is nothing short of amazing. A very clear message sent from God to myself, my husband and our children. You may not believe what I am about to write and that is okay. I thank you all the same for taking the time to read it. Never-the-less, whether anyone believes this story or not, it is all 100% true.

Before I begin the story I need to explain the reasoning for my writing it today.

In the month of March my oldest child, Aven Salei, turned 18 and my honorary niece Valerie Nerone had come to visit her. During her visit she shared with us the name of an inspiring pastor she had been watching online during the Covid months. His name is Pastor Michael Todd of the Transformation Church in Tulsa, Oklahoma.

Our family watched a sermon he gave on the first Sunday of January 2020 and it was all about “Vision”. In the sermon he told us that when God gives you a vision of something that He wants you to do, you need to write it down. I had the idea to write this blog before I heard him say that, but felt more led to get it done after I heard his sermon. Then Easter came and with it our Huggabear Children’s Project work so the blog was delayed.

Then today we watched his sermon that was from the first Sunday of January 2021 called “Anchored” and in it he taught about how God speaks to us. To illustrate his sermon personally, he showed us how God had been speaking something directly to him about the work he was to do for the year 2021 and how God showed him not one, not two, but three clear and direct signs to confirm the work to him.

After seeing that sermon I knew that today would be the day I would write this blog. So, I want to say thank you to Valerie for sharing with us about Pastor Michael Todd, you were being used of God to speak to me and thank you to Pastor Michael Todd for those two powerful and personally significant sermons that you gave. God definitely used you to speak to me as well!

In order for you to have a solid understanding of this amazing story, how powerful God is, and how He can work in a person’s heart, I have to give you a little bit of my history with my homeland.

I was born on August, 26, 1971 in the Maricopa County Hospital in Phoenix, Arizona. I have lived in Phoenix all of my life, which up to now has been 49 years, 8 months and 11 days.

I have always loved Phoenix. I have had the blessing of traveling to many places in this world and always loved coming home to Phoenix. I even loved the heat, well, kind of.

If I am being totally honest, I dreaded the heat. Every year I dreaded it. But I repeated the words of others around me saying things like, “Yes, but it’s a dry heat.” (Which does make sense when you have experienced humidity!) or I would say things like, “You just stay inside and move from air conditioned place to air conditioned place!” or “Our summers are hard but our winters are beautiful!” (Which also is quite true.) Josh felt the exact same way as me and even said the exact same things I did. We both loved Phoenix, Arizona. It was home.

However, as time went by, every year of my life, the summers were killing my love for living in Phoenix… along with all my trees. 😦 This past summer 2020 really did me in.

Then something very peculiar and significant happened. I had a dream.

It was in the month of May 2020. It was the week after Mother’s Day. If you haven’t read it, I wrote a blog about that Mother’s Day and what an incredible day God blessed me with if you would like to read it as well.

The dream was of my family, Josh, Aven, MaCaedyn, Samuel and myself, all standing in a tightly bound circle with our arms wrapped around each other. Outside our circle was another larger circle of people. Some we were close to, some we were not so close to. Not all my relationships were in this circle, just certain ones.

The best way I could describe how this looked is to use the diagram of a nucleus with a ring of electrons around it. My family was the nucleus and all the people standing side by side in a ring around us were the electrons.

In the dream I looked up and I saw that slowly, one by one, those people were being spaced away from our family. Like they were slowly floating backward. As I watched, I saw a giant pair of white glowing hands in-between my family and the outer ring of people and I realized that the hands were separating the people from us, creating distance between us.

When I woke up the next morning, I shared the dream with Josh and my children. I also shared it with a few prayer warrior friends who found it very interesting, yet, none of us understood what it meant.

That was May 2020 and anyone who lives in Phoenix will tell you, the summer heat of Phoenix doesn’t wait until the typical summer months of June, July and August to arrive. It can begin in May… or even April. As I sit outside right now writing this blog April 11, 2020, I’m sweating. Bleh.

After my Mother’s Day 2020 adventure to visit Christopher Creek to escape the heat, my family wanted to have more of that time in the woods and out of the ‘flames’ of Phoenix. We couldn’t afford to take a trip anywhere so we would save up just enough money for gas, then we would pack a picnic and our baseball gear and head up to the woods just for a day. For us, it was thrilling! We were escaping the heat and could spend an entire day outdoors playing in the cool woods without boiling ourselves and burning our skin like we would in Phoenix.

It was during the Covid summer months of 2020 that a significant change began to take place inside my heart and Josh’s. Every morning that we got up to take one of our road trip adventures to the woods we were filled with so much pure joy and we discovered that joy wasn’t just because we wanted to escape the heat, it was because of the land we were going to.

Growing up, my Mema and Papa had three “homes”. One was their Phoenix residence, one was in Payson, Arizona and the other was a cabin that my Papa built out of internment camp sectionals from World War II at Mormon Lake nestled in the Ponderosa Pines.

When I had the blessing of being able to go to the cabin, all through my childhood and into my adult years, I felt something that I didn’t have when I was in Phoenix. It was like I was a different person. I was more peaceful. I slept better at night and had more energy during the day. I breathed in the clean air easy, and as a person who has dealt with asthma since the age of 3 months that is always a welcome relief. In the forest, I loved seeing the blue of the sky, the animals and most of all, the trees. I loved the sounds of the wind blowing through the trees and the crunch of the dry pine needles beneath my feet. I loved the sounds of the birds and forest critters. I also loved the lack of sounds from the city of constant traffic, sirens, and helicopters. I loved how the air smelled of pines as soon as I arrived and stepped out of the car. I loved how bright and brilliant the stars were at night and, most importantly, I loved how I could step outside and get away from man made things and submerge myself in God made things so quickly, so easily. I felt closer to God there. I still love all those things now, even more than when I was young.

When I am in the woods, on the beach, or in any other beautiful place of nature made by God, it cleanses me. My stresses melt away and even when there are circumstances of daily life that must be handled, it just seems so much easier for me when I am a beautiful place of God’s nature. Being out in the open reminds me just how big my Beautiful God is and seeing all He has created leaves me speechless.

Then I had another realization… something that is so obvious to me that I am actually a bit embarrassed to say I didn’t recognized it sooner. I am the author of The Huggabears children’s books. I have created an entire imaginary land called the Bearwood Forest and a town called Bearford Falls where the Huggabear Family and all kinds of other woodland critters dwell. The idea for that book series came from God and the place that He had me create is based upon the woods of the Ponderosa Pines, the very same woods where my Mema would take me on long walks and teach me about the love of Jesus, the power of prayer and God’s Word. I write about the woods in every single story of The Huggabears and my love for it is clearly reflected in all those stories. I realized that deep down inside my heart, the woods have been calling to me for years and years, even through my ministry work. Yet, I still live in the desert.

I came to understand that I am so much happier in the woods, Josh is happier in the woods and so are our children. So why are we living in a city in the desert? Josh began to realize this it too. We came to this understanding at the exact same time and felt the exact same way. When we shared it with one another it was such a powerful, beautiful moment in our marriage. All these years we had shared a great love for living in Phoenix and then, all at once, we both had been changed and everything was different. We longed to lived someplace different.

We began sharing our thoughts about our feelings with the children and wondered what they would think about moving. Well… we wondered what MaCaedyn and Samuel would think about it. All of her life we knew that Aven hated the heat of Phoenix. Detested it. Loathed it. Despised it. All those adjectives would fit into her annual descriptions of her feelings about the summers when the heat came. Though she will admit she does love swimming and waterparks, she always wanted to go and be in the snow and loves being wrapped in warm clothes, fuzzy socks and her treasured sleeping bag. Still, I honestly didn’t know how Samuel and MaCaedyn felt about the heat. So, one day during school I began to share with them what was happening my heart and how daddy and I were feeling like we wanted to live in woods. Both MaCaedyn and Samuel immediately shared that they would love to live in the woods and Samuel was quite specific that we were going to live in Flagstaff. Not that he hoped to live in Flagstaff, not that he wished we would live in Flagstaff, but that we will be living in Flagstaff and that Huggabear Farm would be built there.

They also began to tell me how much they loved being in colder weather. Whenever we took winter trips, they loved bundling up in coats, hats, gloves and boots. It didn’t bother them at all. MaCaedyn said, “You know, in the cold you can always add more clothes, but in the heat you can only get so naked.” Ha! Samuel and Aven also pointed out that we spend so many days stuck inside during the summer so if we moved to a place where there was snow, we might not be able to go out everyday but you can still play in snow whereas you can’t play in heat unless it involved a pool–which we don’t have, or water of some kind.

We also learned during the summer of 2020 that Aven has health issues which arise during the heat which she doesn’t deal with during the cooler months. Josh and I also noticed that we have more pain and inflammation in our bodies during the summer than we do during the cold months. These reasons were added onto the pile of why we wanted to move to the forest.

Once we learned of our family’s feelings about living in Phoenix and the heat we began to pray about it to see what God’s will was for us. We asked very specifically in our prayers that if God wanted us to stay here to use us for His glory in Phoenix, Arizona, then that is exactly what we would do, and we asked Him that if it was not His will for us to move to the woods that He would remove the desire from all of our hearts and that we would be perfectly content to stay and get back to loving the heat. We also asked Him if it is was His will for us to move to woods that He would make that clear to us as well.

Every day we prayed and every day the yearning to move to the forest grew stronger and our desire to stay in Phoenix diminished. It is still that way now. During our family scripture reading almost every night Josh read a chapter that spoke “the land you are going to inherit” or “the land you are going to cross the Jordan to inherit”. I looked it up and there is a tiny little speck of a town that is called Jordan which we would be pass or “cross over” when traveling from Phoenix to Flagstaff. This inspired us even more!

We decided to use our time escaping the heat as time to explore some towns and places to see where it was that would be part of God’s plan for us to live. Samuel thought this a huge waste of time as he knew that we were going to live in Flagstaff. He said it over and over again, “It’s Flagstaff… Flagstaff… Flagstaff… You all are wrong, it’s Flagstaff.” Still, we went and explored and with every place we went, though we had fun together as a family, we also felt it together as a family: NO. This is not the town. This is not the place. I can’t explain it to you other than to say we just felt it in and knew in our hearts it wasn’t the place God had for us.

I hope all of that gives you a greater understanding of where we were and what we were praying for because NOW we get to the really cool part of the story! This is what I was supposed to write down and share with whomever will read it!

When I first began writing The Huggabears books, God gave me a dream of a place where children could come to be ministered to. It was a location that looked like the Bearwood Forest and had the town of Bearford Falls from my Huggabear books. A land full of imagination, joy and the love of Jesus as well as being the home base for The Huggabear Children’s Project, Inc. ministry.

I thought the place was going to be a small children’s amusement park like The Enchanted Island or something, but I could never come up with the right name for it. My vision lacked complete clarity so I just kept creating the stories, the songs, and doing the Huggabear nonprofit work.

When Samuel was a baby he was thrilled with farming. I remember when he was three years old he saw pumpkins in the store and asked me where they came from. I told him about farms and he began planting and growing pumpkins and other vegetables in the backyard. When he was five years old he told me, “Someday, when I grow up, I’m going to have a farm.”

God told me in that very moment the place He gave me a vision of for children was going to be called “Huggabear Farm”! I can tell you right where I was standing when it happened. We had been working in the garden and were coming in the house to wash up. Samuel turned to me and said what he said and I was standing on the patio. I stopped in my tracks as God spoke Huggabear Farm to my heart. After that, the kids and I talked about the dream of Huggabear Farm everyday. We discussed ideas in school, we made drawings and lists, we watched educational videos and we began praying for it to come. This would be a farm like no other the world has ever seen because it would be a ministry farm. It wouldn’t just be about things we grow from the ground, it would be about planting the seeds of the love of Jesus into the hearts of others. A place where all families could come to for free and never have to pay for admission. A place where children would play and make memories. A place that would have the Word of God all though it so that the people who came to visit would be submerged in the teachings and love of God’s Word while they were there. Huggabear Farm would be full of music and laughter. We would put on shows and programs that would teach the love, power, healing and forgiveness of Jesus Christ. It would be a place of education, imagination and salvation. God revealed to me that there are people in this world who might never step inside the doors of a church… but they would visit a farm. While they were there, we would gently plant the seeds of the love of Jesus into their hearts and spirits.

The children and I had a pretty good idea of all the things we should have on Huggabear Farm and when we would talk about it with Josh he always was very supportive, but I could tell he hadn’t seen the vision for it yet. So I prayed for him and asked God, if this was something that our family was meant to build together, please give Josh the vision for it because there was no way I could ever build it without him.

God answered that prayer while we were housesitting for our friends John and Gerry Dillingham. They live on a golf course and each night we would walk outside and be in the beauty of the green course with all the trees and landscaping. Then we would come inside and the kids and I would sit and draw plans for the farm. It was in the open space of the golf course that God gave Josh the vision. He saw it clearly before him and I knew it was God that did it and not us because after Josh saw the vision of it, that was all he could talk about!

We decided to take a step of faith and start building what we could where we lived. We knew it couldn’t be much as we have a small home and yards, but we were going to do the best we could with what we have. We began building in the summer of 2018 and we had the majority of it finished by that fall 2018. We wanted to show God how serious we were about doing this and prove to Him that He could trust us if He provided us the land and the funds, we would build the real Huggabear Farm. But for that time, we were thrilled to have the mini farm.

We began having events for children of all ages, from infants and toddlers to teens and young adults. We had an opening day celebration, two pumpkin parties, a “Boo Bash” teen party with home made haunted house, two Christmas parties, a few birthday parties for our kids and an Easter egg hunt… then came Covid. We had to stop holding events at home, but we have never stopped working, building, improving, planning, designing and adding to the “Mini” Huggabear Farm.

Before our hearts changed about having the farm in Phoenix, we had looked at land all over the place! Anywhere we saw land for sale that looked like a nice parcel, we would visit it, pray over it and ask God to reveal His will. We didn’t and still don’t have one dime to build this farm but that doesn’t worry or detract us in anyway at all. We know God does and He would supply the needs! As God changed our hearts about the farm being in Phoenix, He began showing us that we could never do all that we wanted to during the summer months. It is just too darn hot! And for us, summer was a very important time because kids were out of school and looking for things to do.

I went back and forth on that for several months. Should we stay here in Phoenix where there are so many kids in need? How would they get to us if we were someplace far away? I was praying about this while watering the garden one evening and I asked God that very question, “How would the children be able to afford to drive up to us if they are children in need?” Immediately I heard that ever familiar whisper inside my head, “Do you really think I can’t get the children to you?”

Talk about humble! Boy did I feast on humble pie that night! I went in and told Josh and from that night on, I haven’t worried one bit about the location and whether or not children could come to us. Wherever it is God places us, He will make a way for the children to get there.

We knew so many things that Huggabear Farm would have on it and that it would be a place where Samuel could grow pumpkins, but we knew he didn’t want to sell the pumpkins, he wanted to give them away to children. So the question kept coming to our minds, “What would we grow and sell on Huggabear Farm to help support it so we could keep admission free?”

We wondered about apples or pecans trees. We even planted ten pecan seeds to grow saplings. Not one of them sprouted. So we kept praying. We knew that God would reveal to us what He wanted us to grow to sell so we could support the farm and our family.

No to the amazing part of the story! Not that all that wasn’t amazing, but this is pretty cool!

One day in the year 2017, I was in Hobby Lobby buying some items for a new Huggabear book and I saw an old fashioned red truck. Now, if you don’t know about The Huggabear books, I create all of the illustrations for the stories with my family by building miniaturized scenes that I photograph. If you have never seen the Huggabears, you can visit our website at: huggabears.org to see what they look like.

The red truck that I saw at Hobby Lobby was perfect for Daddy bear to have as a work truck. It was the exact size I needed and looked like it would be a perfect fit for Daddy Huggabear to get in. It wasn’t fancy, just a plain red truck. The only problem was it cost $70 which was far more than I could afford at that time and, oddly enough, I didn’t know about the 40% coupons on their app.

Now, if you go to Hobby Lobby on a regular basis you know that eventually everything in that store gets marked down, but I never saw these red trucks get marked down. Never.

Then one day I went and they were all gone. I was disappointed but I thought, if God wants me to have a red truck for Daddy Huggabear, they will bring them back and He will provide the funds for it.

Two years passed by, it was now 2019. I went into Hobby Lobby and they had red trucks! They were a little different as they were a little bit smaller and they had a cute Christmas tree mounted in the back, but I checked the price and they were on sale! Only $25! MaCaedyn and I scooped one up and happily brought it home to show the rest of the family who all loved it.

I didn’t really pay a lot of attention to the outside of the truck itself. My main concern was whether or not Daddy Huggabear would fit inside and when I measure the windows and saw he would I was so happy! I gave thanks to God for making that purchase happen for the Huggabear Family. I knew I wasn’t going to be creating a book where Daddy Huggabear would drive the truck for a while, so I placed it in our workshop with some of my other story set props and went on my way.

Fast forward another full year. We are now in the year 2020.

I was working on my latest Huggabear book “The Ooky-Spooky, Creaky, Creepy, Scary Old House on Hallow’s Hill” which I released on October 31, 2020. This story doesn’t have Daddy Huggabear’s truck in it, but I was working around all of my story set props while creating it.

One day, I went out to get something from the workshop (or as Josh calls it the Huggarage) and I happened to look at the red truck as I passed by. I smiled and said, “Thank You again God for that truck.”

And then God said to me, “Go back and read what is on it.” I stopped in my tracks.

I didn’t hear an audible voice like when you or I speak. It was like a whisper in my brain. People who haven’t had this experience won’t understand that but for those who have had it, you will understand. The words were strong and clear. I have had this kind of experience before and I knew it was God, so I immediately turned around and went back to the truck. I pulled it out from it’s storage space and looked at it.

When I bought it, I had seen the Christmas tree, but was so focused upon the size of the window, the driver’s seat and steering wheel to make sure Daddy Huggabear would fit, I didn’t pay any attention to the side of the truck which had Christmas trees on it and read: “Farm Fresh Christmas Trees Fir, Spruce, Pine, Cedar”. I read the words aloud and after I did, God spoke to me again and said, “This is what Huggabear Farm will be. Christmas trees and Pumpkins.”

Of course! We could grow and sell Christmas trees to support the farm!

I grabbed hold of the truck and ran into the house! I was so excited and couldn’t wait to share with my family what God had just told me about Huggabear Farm… but everyone was on a device– some with headsets on and didn’t want to stop to listen to what I had to say. So I just took the truck back into the workshop and placed it back on the shelf and kept the Word from the Lord inside my heart.

That was in October 2020.

Time past and one day in November 2020, Josh went to do some grocery shopping for me. We have a game in our household that we love to play about staying on the budget. Whenever one of us goes shopping, we head out with our list in hand and usually come home bragging about how we stayed totally on budget or even came in under it. But this day Josh came home very excited and said, “I went $15 over budget today, but I had to get you something!”

I was excited to see what it was that made him so excited. “I saw these little Christmas barns for sale, and I started to get you one, but when I saw this, I just had to get it for you,” he said happily.

As he pulled the gift out of the bag it wasn’t just excitement that washed over me, it was the power of the Holy Spirit. Immediately, I clasped my hands over my mouth and stared at it in amazement.

“It’s a Christmas tree Farm!” he said with joy.

He had bought me a small, porcelain, light up, Christmas tree Farm that read at the top: “Farm Fresh Christmas Trees Fir, Spruce, Pine, Cedar”.

For a moment I could hardly speak or even breath as I knew that God was now speaking to Josh what He had spoken to me. Both items said the exact same thing, yet one was purchased by myself over a year ago at one location and the other was purchased by Josh at another. It was incredible!

I started jumping up and down and ran into the workshop to get the truck and began rattling off the story of how God had spoke to me that Huggabear Farm would be a Christmas tree farm. Josh and the kids listened intently and were astounded at the story and the two items which we clearly understood to be signs from God before us. I remember Josh saying, “I bet this is one time you are thankful that none of us listened to you! If we had, it wouldn’t make this so incredible!”

MaCaedyn told me that she actually had heard me tell my story so she knew that God had spoken to me first!

But Josh was right. If he had heard my story, then this sign wouldn’t really be a sign from God but just something that Josh did out of love and kindness. Josh NOT knowing my story and what God had shown me made it so much more powerful!

Right then and there we decided that we believed both of these things were signs from God and we also came to understand that the dream I had where the people were being distanced from us was also God communicating to us that we were going to be moving somewhere else. Somewhere other than Phoenix and that distance was going to be coming between us and the faces around us which were being moved back.

We decided that we were not going to tell a soul about what had happened with the two signs, but instead, we were going to pray nightly as a family for God to send us a third confirmation that Huggabear Farm was going to be a Christmas tree and pumpkin farm. We know God works in threes and we just wanted to make sure beyond a shadow of a doubt that what we were experiencing was communication from God, just like Gideon did in the book of Judges with the fleece. (Judges 6:33-40)

So we prayed and asked that God would send a third confirmation from someone outside of our family unit. It could be anyone and in anyway, from a relative, a friend or even better– total stranger! No one had ever said this to us before so we knew that if someone said it to us now it would be a clear confirmation. They could have had a vision, a dream, an idea, or whatever! However God wanted to give it to us, we asked that He could give us that third confirmation that Huggabear Farm would be a Christmas tree and pumpkin farm.

My family was so excited! We all love Christmas trees so much and use them to teach children about the everlasting love of Jesus just like the ancient German missionaries of the past did in the pagan regions. I even wrote a lesson about this from my character of Obadiah in my third Intercessors book “Confession”. In fact, part of our Huggabear work at Christmastime is to give Christmas trees to families in need so that their children can enjoy having a tree on Christmas day. The more we thought about it the more it made perfect sense! How could we not see this before? It was the perfect crop for Huggabear Farm! After all, bears live in the forest, we wanted to live in the forest and Christmas trees are something that could make a profit to support the farm every year! In my Huggabear books I never had given Daddy Huggabear a job, now I could! He would grow Christmas trees! It was all perfect!

Everyday we would spend time talking about it and everyday we went shopping we were surrounded by it! I have seen cute Christmas decorations that had a truck with a Christmas tree on it and say “Merry Christmas” in the past, but in the year 2020 they didn’t just say “Merry Christmas”. Everywhere it would say, “Christmas Tree Farm”!!!! It was in every store, everywhere we went! Then I had a wake up call, which again is embarrassing to admit I didn’t notice sooner… we keep Christmas trees up year round in and outside our house! Just little ones, but we decorate them for each holiday and we have two inside our home year round and FIVE outside on our patio year round! I also have three growing in our front yard! I used to have 7 but each summer the heat kills another one! (Boooo! Hissss!)

But still! Seeing all this was like that scene in the movie “I Can Only Imagine”. The writer of that song had been writing that phrase all around him for years and he didn’t see it until the time was right. And the time was God’s time. We were now seeing how God had been speaking this to us and preparing us for this for years! Which just added to our joy!!!

All of this excitement compiled with their dreams of experiencing a White Christmas (which is one of our holiday movie favorites) inspired the children to want to spend Christmas in the snow. They didn’t want to leave our home on Christmas Eve, they wanted to have dinner and our traditional events and our traditional Christmas morning but then they wanted to be packed and ready so that we could all–pups included, jump into the Huggamobile and head for the woods! And there was only one place they wanted to go: Flagstaff, naturally.

After weeks of searching, God led Josh to find the most darling cabin for rent where we could take the dogs. After opening gifts and having some breakfast, we headed for the glories of the forest in Flagstaff! There wasn’t much snow, but that didn’t stop us from having an incredible time! Our children were so happy. They said it had been one of the best Christmases of their lives– outside of Christmas at Disneyland of course. 😉 God blessed us so richly and we enjoyed every single minute of that trip!

A few days after we came home, I went outside and called my friend Gerry who couldn’t wait to hear all about our holiday and I about hers. After I had told her about our trip I said, “We all love it up there so much. It is such a great town! We also went to Williams because we love it there too! In Flagstaff we have all that we need up there as far as city needs go, even a university, but then a few minutes out, you are in the thick of the woods.” I conveyed how much we all want to live there–even the little dogs! They loved it! Reblen, who usually spends her days resting on our chaise was outside running and playing everyday. She was the first one out the door!

After a while of sharing how much we love it there and how we are begging God to let us move there if it is His will, Gerry said, “Angelique! Huggabear Farm should grow Christmas trees and pumpkins! It could be a Christmas tree and pumpkin farm!”

As soon as the words came out of her mouth I jumped up off my seat, ran to the house and started yelling in the door, “Gerry said it! Gerry said it! She said Huggabear Farm should grow Christmas trees and pumpkins!!”

My family was ecstatic! Poor Gerry probably thought I had gone crazy! I took the time to explain everything to her about what we had been praying for and when I did she too was amazed! God used my friend of so many years, to give us our third confirmation: Huggabear Farm will grow Christmas trees and pumpkins amidst lots and LOTS of love, joy and imagination!

We would love for it to be in Flagstaff because we have fallen in love with the town–and we love Williams and the Historic Route 66! But does the Huggabear Farm have to be in Flagstaff? No. That is a place we love and the forest I have known all my life. But we all agree, we want God’s perfect will to be fulfilled. Because when it is, wherever He leads us, it will be absolutely, totally and completely perfect! We are placing none of our limits on God’s plan because we know, He knows best. Our prayer right now is, “Lead us Lord, we will follow!”

There even came a great change in my heart about my dream home. I had always hoped to have a home of my own someday, something that reflected our family with enough space for us all to be together and have places of our own as well. We would call it Huggabear House. I, sad to say, had placed another limitation on God where that dream home was concerned. I wanted it to be single story with no stairs, but even that desire began to change in my heart. I would take whatever home God wanted me to have, stairs and all, and if it was an old home that needed love and restoration, we would do that too.

God had transformed my heart during the year 2020 where this dream was concerned and I am so glad that He did because I understand that He has plans for me, my family, and our ministry work that far surpass anything that I could ever hope or imagine. I want God’s perfect will to be done in my life over my own will for I know He knows best, after all… He created me.

So that’s my amazing story! Some people may read this and not be impressed. They may say it is all just one big coincidence. But we know better. We know that there is no word in the Hebrew language that means coincidence. It is all God! And we know that He spoke to us direct three times. Once with a toy truck. Once with a porcelain Christmas decoration and once through a faithful, Jesus loving friend. He also spoke to me many times through my dreams!

The month is now April and we still haven’t heard from God about when or where He wants us to move. But He has given us work to do in the meantime while we wait on His perfect timing and plan. We took a little missions trip on Easter Sunday to do some Huggabear work for the homeless in Flagstaff, enjoyed a trek through the woods, had a picnic and even made a snowbear! There was no snow where we were on Christmas but we were blessed with a little on Easter! Samuel declared that we were the only people in the history of the world to create a snowbear and snow bearpaw on Easter Sunday!

We are still waiting on God and I admit it is hard sometimes in the waiting, especially when you are so excited to go and do something you know you are meant to do. It makes me think of Abraham and Sarah who had to wait 25 years for God to fulfill His promise that one day they would have a son. My waiting is much easier because I have my beautiful family waiting with me and while we wait together we are loving each other, praying together and seeking God’s perfect will for our future place of ministry.

I encourage you as Pastor Michael Todd encouraged me, if God has given you a vision for a work that you are to do, write it down! Share it with others so that when God brings that vision to fruition, not only you, but all you shared it with will know that God always keep His promises, He does speak to people, He has never changed and He is still able to perform miracles!

Oh yes, and Samuel wants me to make sure that everyone knows that he knew first that it was Flagstaff… just in case it really is Flagstaff!

“I Am a Lady Who Loves Pink” A Love Letter to My Daughters About Celebrating Women

Dear Aven, MaCaedyn and any other Girls and Ladies who take the time to read this letter of love, encouragement and celebration.

This coming Monday, March 8, 2021 has been marked as a day to celebrate women. I have had the idea for this letter hidden in my heart for a few years now and when I learned of the upcoming celebration date I thought it was the perfect opportunity to put down in words what has been unspoken in my heart.

My girls, I have always taught you that you were capable of doing anything you put your mind to. I have always taught you that walking with Jesus and developing a strong relationship with Him in prayer, spending time in God’s Word and always putting God first is how you will live your very best life and I have taught you dozens of other lessons as well about a variety of subjects. But today, I want to talk to you about what I believe it is to be a woman. What I strive for as a woman.

In our world today there have been many advances where women are concerned. I have had the privilege as your homeschool mama to teach you and your brother about the amazing women history holds who have taken stands for themselves and for others, stands like fighting for the right to vote, a victory that we are still blessed with today. I have taught you about women of strength and perseverance who joined together to raise their voices for positive change so that you could recognize that you have those same qualities inside of you and there will be times in your life when you will be able to use those qualities to bring positive changes for yourselves and others in the world.

As you know, there is still progress to be made in women’s rights for fair, respectable treatment in workplaces, equal opportunities, equal pay and to stop being disrespected, treated inappropriately or degraded in anyway especially where physical appearance or sex was concerned. I am proud of the advances that have been made and I believe there will be more positive advances to come. While there is still much work to be done I have great hope that things will only get better, day by day, year by year, generation after generation.

Woman have always worked and fought so hard to accomplish their dreams all while having restraints put upon them because of their sex, their age, their appearance, their race or because others placed limits upon what they thought women were capable of doing. Women were not always appreciated for their hard work and contributions. Women were not always listened to or allowed to lead, though we always have been worth listening to and we make excellent, strong, intelligent leaders. But those days, I believe are falling farther and farther behind us, and someday they will be left altogether in the dust and memories of the past.
I say again, there have been great changes made and I have great hope for more positive changes yet to come in the days ahead.

The reason why I wanted to write this letter is because within the positive changes for women, I feel it is important that we as women, have the understanding that we should not have to change or redefine who we are as a species. We should not have to change how we function to gain equality. The word ‘feminine’ should not ever be viewed as or thought upon as weak or inferior. Because the fact is, quite the opposite is true. While the word ‘Feminism’ is defined as the advocacy of women’s rights on the basis of the equality of the sexes, I don’t want you to lose the meaning of ‘femininity’ which is defined as qualities or attributes regarded as characteristic of women. Because it is the femininity of women that helps to fill this world with love, grace and beauty. Qualities that the will world needs now and will always need in the future. Femininity is not something that should be altered, but celebrated in all facets of its definitions and true descriptions.

Yes, in the past, femininity was portrayed as being dainty, soft spoken, gentile, graceful… and also at times it was viewed as being someone lesser, helpless, weak, incapable and ignorant. The world is finally waking up to understand that degrading words like helpless, weak, lesser, incapable and ignorant are words that should never be associated with women. Never.
As long as you are listening you are learning, and the more you learn the greater your understanding and your compassion and love can grow and reach into the hearts of others. These are powerful traits that you will able to use in the future. And, there is something else extremely significant that I wanted to convey to you about women which I feel is of great importance to address with you.

The other day your brother, Samuel, read me a meme that he saw posted on the internet. It read:

1st wave of Feminism: “We don’t like men”
2nd wave of Feminism: “We don’t need men”
3rd wave of Feminism: “We are men”

Of course, this meme was meant as a joke of satire and of course it is not an accurate view of most of the women who strive for equality. Still, it gave me a moment of pause to think. Is that how some see this movement? Is that the goal of some women for this movement? Are there men in the world who think all women don’t like men? That woman just want to rid the world of men or that we want to become just like men and replace them?
That is not what is in my heart, my mind, or my work. That is not what I represent, it is not my goal or what I want to pass along to my girls or anyone else.

I have enough sense to know that you cannot measure the entire history men based upon the actions, words and choices of some… well, let’s say many. I say that because in my life, I have been blessed to know so many wonderful men in this world. I was raised with a wonderful grandfather in my life, I am married to a wonderful man and I am raising a wonderful son. I have never seen or heard anything out of them that has been degrading, chauvinistic, or reflecting that women are less than men. All of them always supported me, believed in me, encouraged me, loved me and never placed limits upon me, my abilities or even my imagination. This is the reason that I believe a great change is coming for men of the world and I am grateful for it! I know that women have been teaching their boys at home for years about how to treat women. But is has been the examples of the men in those boys lives that didn’t teach them well. I see that is changing. There are boys today who are being raised differently at home by the male examples in their lives, they are being taught differently in schools about girls, who they are, what they can do, and how they should be treated. There are many boys and young men today who are not learning the old ways of thinking about women and treating women like what was once done in the past. As the years pass, these generations will keep teaching their children and so on and so on. And the positive changes will increase.

There are many men today who believe in the change for women and have joined the fight for our equality. This gives me great hope! As the generations continue on I believe things will become so balanced between men and women that the fight for women’s rights and equality will be taught in the history classes of how things used to be and boys will shake their heads and think, “Why would anyone ever want to treat a girl or a women like that?”. I believe that day is possible and I believe it will come. So it is important for you to know that I would definitely not place myself in a category as being a feminist that believes women should replace men and take over the world. God made us all. The book of Genesis (2:4-25) teaches us that God man woman for man to be his helpmate, so together they could create new life and to help one another in the life that He gave them. God made Eve from the rib of Adam. God made woman from man. Women and men were made for each other, we need each other. In Genesis 2:23 Adam says, “Bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh, she shall be called woman because she was taken out of man. Therefore a man shall leave his father and mother and hold fast to his wife, and they shall become one flesh.” There is nothing that says woman is lesser than man. No. Woman came from man, and those who are married are to become one. Not one in charge of the other, or one who serves the other. We are joined together. Bound. Balanced and equal. So do not look at all men as your enemy, or someone that you wish to rid the world of, try to become or dominate over. Men, guys, boys, are not your enemy. It is the old methods, teachings, and ways of demeaning women which you are against. But as long as we keep teaching children the right ways of how women should be treated, I believe those old ways will fade away. And good riddance to them!

I know that I teach you everyday about the love of God and the importance of putting Him first in your life. I want to share once again my hopes that you will embrace all of the God given qualities that women posses. I feel that there are many different messages out there that come along with what being a woman is, so I felt it important to give you mine. Now I am a Jesus Girl and I know you all have had personal experiences with the miracles that only Jesus could do, so I will begin with prayer. As you know, I gave my heart to Jesus when I was seven years old and I have tried to serve Him all of my days. I am not perfect and I never will be. I will make my mistakes and you will make yours, which is one of the many reasons I love Jesus so much. His grace, mercy and forgiveness are constantly present. I have learned that to take everything and anything to God in prayer is how I can find peace, direction, healing, wisdom, strength, compassion, kindness, love… the list goes on and on. The blessings that God pours out on those who love Him, serve Him and try to obey His commands are never ending. Yes, there will come trials in your life, but Jesus has promised to be with you everyday every step of the way. He will never leave you, He will never forsake you. Putting your faith, trust and love in Jesus will be the best decision you ever make in your life. Prayer is a powerful thing. It is supernatural. When you pray you are spending time with not only your Creator but the Creator of every universe and all that they contain. Who wouldn’t want to have that kind of power in their life? I know I have taught you many lessons on God the Father, Jesus His Son, and the Holy Spirit all the days of your lives. My hope it that you will find and build your own personal relationship with Jesus so that you too can experience His amazing love and awesome presence. He is real. Don’t ever let anyone tell you He is not. I believe my relationship with Jesus Christ is what makes me the woman I am and I am thankful for every single day I have walked with Him. Most of the great Prayer Warriors I have known in my life, were women because women are emotional beings their compassion for others tends to drive their prayer life. I want to be a strong praying woman and one of those prayers is that you will do the same.

I would like to give you a little insight about some other aspects of womanhood that are special and bring other kinds of beauty into the world. So let’s talk about clothes! I want you to know that women do not have to dress like men to have equality with men.
If a woman loves to look beautiful, then she should! She should dress in the fashion, style and colors that make her feel beautiful, give her confidence, will earn respect from others and most importantly, will represent her relationship with God. If she likes hats or handbags, gloves, perfume, scarfs and bracelets, whatever it is that a woman enjoys wearing to feel beautiful, she should be able to wear it and not looked upon as if she is weak or less than or, even worse, that she is not fighting for equality because she likes to look pretty or delicate. And if one of the colors that she likes to wear is pink, then she should wear pink! In the past, there were never any issues with girls or ladies wearing pink, but from time to time I hear from present generations that it is now avoided because it is a “stereotypical” color. Well… I still love pink! (Though my favorite color is forest green.) I have no problem wearing pink and I do not see it as a sign of weakness, I see it as a lovely, peaceful, happy color that represents beauty.

Pink is in the beauty in the flowers that grow all around us, pink is in the beauty of the rosy cheeks of a smiling child, pink is in the beauty of the clouds of the setting sun. Pink is all around us and is reflected in things which are beautiful, it is not a color that represents something lesser than or weak. It was chosen as a color for little girls to represent their grace, their beauty and their love and that is something we should celebrate and not be ashamed of or remove. If you don’t like the color then don’t choose it, but if you do, don’t be afraid to wear pink or other things which look feminine. If that is what you like embrace it! If you like lace, wear lace! If you like perfume and pearls, wear them! If you enjoy high heels and silk stockings, lovely! Don’t feel that you have to wear these things, but if it is something that brings you joy, don’t let the influences of those who may say wearing “frilly” or “girls” things doesn’t represent a strong woman. Being “girly” is a wonderful quality and what this equality movement is all about. We are fighting for equality with men, not to dress, look or become them. Be proud to be girly, because the world needs the beauty of girly things!

Now, I would like to write about strength. Do not ever let anyone tell you that women are not strong. Do not ever believe that you are not strong, though there will come tests in the world which at times will make you doubt it. Always know, you are a woman of strength just because you are a woman. While there may be some instances where physical strength is not always an exact match with men, as there are some men in the world that reach heights, weights and physical power that most women never will. Take Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson for example, let’s be realistic, there are probably not too many women in the world who could match his physical strength… but really, who needs to? One Rock in the world is good enough.

It is important to keep in mind that God made men and women with different physical traits for specific reasons and the measurement of strength should not always lie within the boundaries of height, weight and physical power. God made women so strong in so many ways that men are not. Only women can take on the challenges and changes of pregnancy and only women can withstand child baring and nursing. That takes incredible strength and selflessness… which is also a strength. Women are the givers of life and we should always be the protectors of life. Women are strong in ways that men will never understand because they cannot do things we can. So it is important that you never think you have be able to bench press the same weight as a man, or have all the physical power some men have just to be considered strong. Just look back on the history of all the trials women have endured through the years proves we are strong and mighty.

God not only gave woman outer beauty in our hair, faces and bodies, (which, let’s be honest really are superior when it comes to beauty!) God also created a brilliant, powerful and vital inner beauty that is a great treasure in this world. It is the inner beauty that we pour out into the people, places and critters of this world. By nature, most women are nurturers. This is not to say that men cannot love or nurture, I know they absolutely can and do. It is just different– and it is not just because men cannot carry children within their bodies. There are millions of women in the world who have not had the experience of pregnancy or even raising a child, but that doesn’t make them any less able to demonstrate the delicate yet powerful and impacting nurturing behaviors that only women posses. For most women, it is innate. It is how God made us. We all know that women are creatures of emotion and many of us know how to express those emotions openly and freely… sometimes that is a good thing and at other times it is loud thing. But overall, as I mentioned before, it is our love and compassion that give women a tenderness to their hearts and without that tenderness the world would be a very different, sad and hard place to live.

Our femininity pulls on our hearts to love freely, to show mercy, to give compassion, and care for the needs of others. Of course men are capable of doing all these things too, and when looking at the bottom line I’m sure they learned to do those things from the women in their lives.

It is so important that you also remember if you chose not to work a job but want to stay home with your children to care for them and your home and husband, that does not mean you are not successful! It also does not mean that you are setting the feminist movement back! A woman who chooses to stay home and raise her children is not displaying weakness but courage! It does not mean that you are not joining the movement for equality either. I have worked in places for money outside the home and I have spent sixteen years working without money inside the home. I can tell you, it is all work and it is all challenging and while I may not be receiving a paycheck, I am content knowing the work I am doing brings me greater blessings and more satisfaction than any paycheck I could receive. But that’s me and how I feel about it. So I also feel it is important to state that there is nothing wrong with you choosing to work a job outside of your home. Your children will not feel like you love them any less and it will bring your family health and harmony when you are fulfilling the calling of your life. Whatever it is that God has designed you to do, when you do it you are filled with joy and contentment and that will bring great joy to your family. Most people will agree, when mama ain’t happy no one is happy! So strive for your dreams! All of them! Whether that means your work is your home, you work from home or you work outside the home. When you follow after Jesus and the plans that God has for your life, He will help you every step of the way!

I would consider myself to be old fashioned in somethings. I love old music, I love the fashion styles of the older times, the clothes, the cars, the house architecture and there are some characteristics of being old fashioned that are excellent. Taking time to create things with your hands, home cooked meals, baking, crafts, making clothes, playing board games, and yard games like croquet, going on a picnic or sitting on a porch and watching the sunset, listening to big band swing and jazz. I love some black and white movies and the golden days of musicals. But there are many things of the old days that I do not like. The inequality of women being one and the wickedness of racism being another. So I would have to say I would be considered a woman of the age with sentiments for positive old fashioned things. I know you all appreciate the older things of style and music as well. Just make sure that when you look at the old days you remember to look at all of it. Look at the hard parts of history like racism and the treatment of woman and children and learn from other people’s mistakes. Look at the things which bother you and make sure that you set your mind to helping bring positive changes to those places. It is very important to learn the truth about our history, the good and the bad. It should not be forgotten so we don’t make the same mistakes and let history repeat itself! Learn from the past and work hard to do better in the future.

There are many other examples of behaviors between men and women that I could write about, but I find that learning some of those things as you walk along your life’s journey are good to discover. I just want you to understand all the truths of what goes into the making of a wonderful, beautiful, strong woman. Another important area I work on daily in my life is to practice using and producing the Fruits of the Spirit found in Galatians 5:22-23 “But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law.”
A woman who gives love will receive love and teach others how to love. In doing so, she will change the world one heart at a time. Love remembers to do as Jesus said and “love your neighbor as yourself.” Matthew 22:39.
A woman who displays joy will bring joy to others and the power of joy is healing to one’s spirit. Our world needs JOY!
A woman who seeks peace in her life will be slow to anger, and will create peaceful atmospheres for others to dwell in.
A woman who is patient is one of the strongest women alive. Patience is not something instantly granted. It is practiced on a daily basis. Patience also listens to the hearts, thoughts, experiences and needs of others. Patience can expand our paradigms of understanding.
A woman who is kind will be highly respected and honored by those who have received her kindness. Kindness is a powerful feminine trait and also must be practiced on a daily basis, kindness is to put yourself aside and tend to the needs of others. Kindness lets others see that they are valued and important.
Goodness. A woman who is good and does what is right will not only be blessed by God but by those around her. The goodness she pours into the world will grow more goodness and so it goes. Goodness gives. Be good to others, always, and you will live a rich, full life.
A woman who shows faithfulness is a force to be reckoned with. Faithfulness to her God will empower and enrich her. Faithfulness to her husband will bring her blessings of joy and love. Faithfulness to her children will seat her in high places because they will have lived a life full of nurturing, powerful, protecting love. Always be faithful to your children, protect them and show them loyalty, for if a child, young or old, cannot find complete loyalty from their own mother, where else in this world will they find it?
A woman who can show gentleness to others is never weak. Gentleness springs forth compassion. Showing gentleness and kindness to others, especially those who would persecute you takes some of the greatest strength known to mankind. Not strength of muscles, matter or mind, but strength of the heart.
And last, but certainly not least, a woman who possesses self-control is the strongest of all woman because she will have the discipline within herself to demonstrate on a daily basis all of the fruits of the spirit. Even when she might not receive back what she has given, even when her demonstrations seems to go unnoticed by people, they are never unnoticed by God. Stand up for the things you believe in, and when you take those stands, always remember whom you represent. People should hear and see Jesus in you when you take those stands and God will bless your cause when you represent Him and Your Word well. When a woman works to set her mind, words, heart and steps in the Word of God and seeks to please Him daily, great, oh so great will be her reward!

It is also very important that you understand and always, always remember, there is no perfect woman. There is no perfect person. There never was and there will never will be a human that is perfect. We all make mistakes. We all have our flaws, which is why we can be so thankful for the grace and forgiveness of Jesus Christ. The only perfection that we can look at as an example was that of Jesus Christ. I don’t care what Don Lemmon and Chris Cuomo say, Jesus Christ was a perfect human… and He was the Son of God. We are children of God so we can look to Jesus’ example to follow, but we will never be perfect as long as we are here on this earth with flesh and bone. you can strive to do better each day, but there will come moments of this flesh that will inevitably happen. So do not put that kind of pressure on yourself. You will never be a perfect woman. You will never be a perfect wife and you will never be a perfect mother, daughter, sister, aunt, friend, whatever the role. You are a human and humans make mistakes. Again, thank You, Jesus for forgiveness! So keep yourself grounded. Stay humble. Walk humbly. Never brag or boast on yourself but remember Proverbs 27:2 “Let another praise you and not your own lips.”. Be willing to admit when you have done something wrong and be sure to apologize in a manner that takes ownership of your actions. Don’t say, “I’m sorry if I hurt you” or “I’m sorry you are hurt.” . That doesn’t take ownership, it puts the responsibility back on the other person. Own your mistakes when you make them, repent of them before the Lord and the person and ask for forgiveness. When you know you have done wrong tell people “I’m sorry I hurt you,” or “I’m sorry I did that.” There may be times when someone accuses you and you honestly don’t know what you have done. I found when I sincerely apologize, even in those circumstances, it might not change the person accusing you, but it will release you from the accusation. Whatever the apology that may be needed when the occasion arises–and those occasions will rise, do as the Lord commands and you will please God. You both have heard me apologize to you dozens of times through the years because of things I said or did which I shouldn’t have. I get up each day striving to do better, but I am sure that there will be more apologies I will have to make in the future. So always keep humility inside your heart and do not let pride and arrogance cloud your mind and judgement so that you think you don’t need to tell people you are sorry when you need to. The Bible tells us in Proverbs 16:18 “Pride goes before destruction and a proud spirit before a fall.” Don’t allow pride and arrogance into your heart. Instead, cling to honesty and humility are signs of strength not weakness.

Which leads me to my next subject… honesty. Don’t engage in lying. God hates lying and so do people. Proverbs 6:16-19 says, “There are six things the Lord hates, seven that are detestable to him: haughty eyes, a lying tongue, hands that shed innocent blood, a heart that devises wicked schemes, feet that are quick to rush into evil, a false witness who pours out lies and a person who stirs up conflict in the community.” Live in and speak reality and do your research on things you hear in the world so that you speak things that you know are absolute truth. Don’t get caught up in or repeat conspiracy theories. If you don’t speak things that are absolute truth, how will anyone ever believe you about the love and everlasting life of Jesus or anything you try to teach them about God’s Word? We are to always share the love of Jesus with others and let our light shine in this world to represent Him well, so if you don’t speak things which are absolute truth, you make it very difficult for people to believe you about the Gospel of Jesus or for anything else for that matter. Lying also breeds lying and if your children hear you doing it, they will learn to lie from you. Stay humble and stay honest. Strong women who have successful, healthy, happy relationships are truthful women. After all, everything in this world can be taken from you, but your word lives on, even beyond your own life.

I have learned that a truly peaceful women doesn’t get involved in other people’s dramas and repeat it to others as gossip. It is one thing if a friend or family members comes to you with a personal experience that they truly need help with and may ask prayer for. If that happens, listen with respect and compassion and pray, sincerely pray for them and the matter, but don’t repeat and spread it to others. Try to be a safe place for those who may need you. But if there is a situation that doesn’t involve you, stay out of it and if it will hurt another, don’t repeat it but go to prayer for it. Also, don’t look at other women and be envious. Celebrate their abilities, their accomplishments and their beauty! Know that God made you to be and do exactly as He wants you to be and do. Don’t let others intimidate you and don’t be intimidating to others. Be inclusive not exclusive. Be encouraging not discouraging. Lift others up, never tear someone down. And if there are those you come across in life who are envious of you, just know that their envy is not something you can change. That is a matter of the heart and only God can change a heart. Be kind to them and don’t treat them poorly, pray for the situation, but understand that there are some people who come into your life who won’t be able to handle you as you are. They may want you to be “watered down” so that they can handle you. I have learned this lesson in my years of life and I did try to please some of these people and hide things I could do so they wouldn’t be envious or intimidated. But God showed me that when I did that, when I wasn’t living up to all that I know I am to be and doing all that I know God made me to do, I was displeasing Him. I learned a most valuable lesson: always strive to please God first and you will lead your best life. There are just going to be some people you come across whom you will never please. Leave them with the Lord and move forward in who God wants you to be no matter what!

I just thought it was important for you to hear from me what I believe it is to be a woman and that we should never think we have to dress like men, talk like men, act like men or feel like men to have equality. We also don’t want to get on the other side of history and treat men as they have treated us in the past. Rise up! Be better! Build healthy relationships with the men in your life and pray for those who do not value women, and ask God for His help to open their eyes and bring change to their hearts. But don’t become hardened. If we lose the elements of what make woman so special and different from men along the way to equality, then what was it that we fought for in the first place? We are not striving to be men or be as men are. We are striving for equal opportunities, equal treatment, equal acknowledgements, equal pay for who we are. The Bible teaches us that God made woman for man as a helpmate, and teaches us that we are to be equally yoked, that when we marry, we are to be as one. That means that we live together, move together, work together, decide together, accomplish together and are blessed together and equally.

Men still have some lessons to learn but I believe we are on a good road and are headed in the right direction. Just remember to keep being the beautiful creations that we are, taking our beauty and love to world as we do and not lose any of that to please men or other women who think you have to give up being kind or gentle or wearing pretty clothes or like the color pink in order to strive for equality. You don’t have to give up anything of being a woman! Keep being yourself and embrace all the lovely things there are about being a woman, because being a woman is truly an awesome being to be!

I’m sure in the years to come there will be more that I have to say about being a woman. But for now, I hope this lesson will guide you on a path that will not only please God but will bring you joy, honor, and respect from others that you will meet along life’s journey. Let’s work to build future generations of women that love unconditionally, live open handed and give freely expecting nothing in return, protect one another especially the children of the world and bring all our beauty, joy, brilliance, talents and abilities to the world to share with the men of the world whom we pray will continue to grow and change for the better of all the world. Follow after Jesus, learn and memorize God’s Word and speak it to your circumstances, pray, worship, serve others and strive everyday to please God and you will live a good, rich, and blessed life!

I thank God everyday for you two beautiful daughters that He blessed me with and I thank God that He made me a woman. A lady. A girl. A female species. I love who God made me to be and I hope that you will also love being a woman and will always embrace all of the beauty of what it means to be a woman and keep celebrating those things for the rest of your days!

With all my love and hopes,
Mama

Lessons God Taught Me From the American Election 2020

Tonight, January 6, 2021, my heart is aching and my spirit is grieved. I have spent time in God’s Word and in prayer to my Lord Jesus Christ, and felt very led to sit down and write all that is in my heart to encourage those who take the time to read my blog during this terribly trying season.

Today we witnessed an event which I would call unthinkable; a group of out of control, radical people storming upon our nation’s capitol where one woman was shot and killed and four others died from medical emergencies. (Since writing this another person has died.)

Even as I write, I feel the oppression of what has happened in my nation so heavy upon me it is hard to breathe and no, I do not have Covid, thank You, Jesus. After witnessing all that took place today, you may be feeling the same. I needed to write to release my feelings and also to share what God spoke to my heart.

Back before the election, I wrote two blogs, the first was titled: The Word of God, the 2020 Election, Trump, and a Man Named Jehu. In it I wrote why I believed President Trump would be reelected in November 2020. Please feel free to read that blog before this one if you have not so you will understand all that I am about to say now.

The second blog I wrote was titled Inauguration Day 1/20/21 and the Appointed Scripture for the Sabbath 1/23/21, again, reading both blogs will give a greater understanding for this one.

I will admit, after reading the scriptures about King Jehu, I was surprised that President Trump was not reelected. I prayed, “God, your Word says that Jehu destroys the House of Ahab and all who were connected to it. Surely Trump will be elected because if he fits the spiritual template for the modern day Jehu, then he will win another four years. Biden was connected to Obama, and Obama fits the spiritual template for a modern day Joram, and Joram was part of the House of Ahab so surely Trump will defeat Biden.” When I prayed though, as I pray all my prayers, I asked that God’s perfect will be accomplished.

Just to briefly refresh, in the Bible, the man, Jehu, destroys the House of Ahab and all who were connected to him. The book The Paradigm by Jonathan Cahn is an in depth study of these scriptures. I do want to state however, that at no time in any of Jonathan Cahn’s writings did he ever prophesy that Trump would be elected for a second term. He only taught us why he was elected and the scriptures which prophesied about Trump and the works he would do for America and the relationship and position he would maintain with Israel, as President.

Then the election came and went and we all have been witnessing what has taken place since.

The first day after the election my spirit was deeply grieved and I felt tremendous sorrow for our nation as it appeared that we would be heading further into the apostasy, or turning away from God. While there is no doubt about Trump being placed in the White House by God for His first term to accomplish specific prophetical tasks, I learned from this experience I must keep my eyes and ears solely upon God and His Word to learn what His final will is about all things. Again, I want to make it very clear that I did not read anything prophetic about Trump receiving two terms in any of Jonathan Cahn’s books. Jonathan Cahn’s book The Paradigm does not glorify Donald Trump either. He simply teaches us why God chose Trump, the causes for which he was needed in both America and Israel and how these things play into the fulfilling of prophecies written centuries ago in God’s Word. Rabbi Cahn describes Trump at times as “a fighter, an enigma, controversial, and one who delayed the sealing of the judgement of God from falling upon the nation”, and he makes his case very clear that we are not to keep our eyes upon Trump or any person, but upon God at all times for all things.

The results of the 2020 election left my mind whirling and I am sure many of you felt or still feel the same way. As I have written many times before, I am not a political representative. I am a servant of my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ and my Father God, Jehovah, but my gifts are in other areas, I am not a prophet. I am also a registered independent voter and as I wrote in my previous blog, I had a terrible conflict within myself where Trump was concerned. When he first stepped out onto the political stage I was repelled by his harshness, he was far too abrasive and at times disrespectful for me. His words affected my spirit and troubled my heart. I found myself telling my children, “Please don’t speak like that to others. That is not how we represent Christ.”

It was because of his harshness that I didn’t take the time to always listen to him and I didn’t know all that he stood for where his policies were concerned. I was also confused as I saw so many Christian people, many that I love and respect, throwing all their support behind him and at times would defend or make excuses for his words and behaviors. Words and behaviors that did not represent Jesus Christ or the Word of God. Again, I took the matter to God in prayer and asked Him to reveal to me how it was that He could choose such a man to accomplish what He wanted done in the White House for the American Nation. God answered and led me to the books of Rabbi Jonathan Cahn. Again, Jonathan Cahn’s books teach us the scriptures as to why Trump and others who have led our nation have done so, but he did not predict a second term election and he teaches us to keep our eyes on the Only Savior of America and the world, Jesus Christ.

It wasn’t until I began devouring Rabbi Cahn’s books and teachings that I finally understood why God would choose such a man to do His work. I won’t go into the details of the teachings, there is too much to tell. I will just highly recommend you to get all of Jonathan Cahn’s books. Don’t miss any of them, they are all so important and relevant. You won’t regret reading them. They are not conspiracy theories or the writings of a radical of any kind. They are writings divinely appointed by God, warnings of the times, all proving that the prophecies of the Old Testament are being fulfilled, we are living in the days of the book of Revelation and time is of the essence. Johnathan Cahn shows us how our nation is turning from God, the importance of our return to Him and what God’s Word says will take place in our nation if we don’t.

I encourage you to take your time to read them, ponder the teachings and study them with your Bible. They will not only enlighten you personally for your spiritual walk, they will also give you clear understandings for events that are taking place in the world, on the leaders in our nation, and events of warning that have been taking place for the past twenty years and more.

What I learned from these books was that Trump being placed as the American President wasn’t about who he was as a man, but the works that God wanted accomplished through him. For Israel, Jehu was that man, and for America in 2016, Trump was that man. It was not about his personality, it was about his policies.

After the 2020 election, I began to pray and I kept going back to 2 Kings chapters 9 and 10 to read aloud to the Lord about the man named Jehu who was chosen to destroy the House of Ahab.

In the book of 2 Kings chapters 9 and 10, we are taught that Jehu, a captain of an army who was harsh, abrasive, and had only ruled within the ranks of his armies but never ruled a nation or even governed over a city or town, was anointed King over Israel for the purpose of destroying the House of King Ahab. Again, for an in depth study on all that took place, I recommend The Paradigm by Jonathan Cahn to you, but in a word, what happened was Jehu destroyed the Baal gods in Israel.

The Queen Jezabel, who was a Baal worshipper from Phoenicia, had married King Ahab, ruler of Israel. Ahab knew of the teachings of God, Jehovah, but he wasn’t a strong believer or follower. Ahab allowed Jezebel to influence him to take God out of Israel. She drove out the prophets and enforced that the god Baal would be the god of the land.

It is important to understand that worshipping Baal not only went against God, Jehovah’s first commandment of having no other God but Him, but Baal worship was carnal and immoral in every aspect. To gain favor from the Baal gods, the people would sacrifice their own children in fire. Proving the Baals to represent nothing of good, but of evil.

I have learned the meaning of jealousy when translated in the Hebrew language means: the fear of losing something of value. I grew up hearing the word jealousy as a dark spirit. To have a spirit of jealousy was to have an evil spirit, which didn’t make sense to me because all through the Bible you can find scriptures which describe God as a “jealous” God. Then, I learned from Pastor Bill Borinstein a man raised in the Jewish faith who became a follower and pastor of Christ, that the Hebrew translation of jealousy is “the fear of losing someone of value“. Knowing this Hebrew translation of the Word really helped me tremendously. It blesses me now to understand God’s meaning of jealousy and that He is jealous for me. It is the word envy which is connected with an evil spirit because it’s definition is: a feeling of discontented or resentful longing aroused by someone else’s possessions, qualities, or events and we all know that envy can lead to terribly destructive behaviors.

Knowing our God loves us so much that He is jealous of losing us is a powerful and beautiful thing. It is also why His first commandment is “Thou shall have no other gods before me.” (Exodus 20:2 and Deuteronomy 5:6.) He loves us more than we can fathom and He doesn’t want to lose us. He wants us to have a close relationship with Him, even closer than an earthly father with his children.

Now, can you imagine how brokenhearted and angry God was with the Israelites? After He declared them His chosen people, saved them from slavery, and delivered them into the promised land, He sees them not only completely abandon Him and His Word. He sees them begin worshipping the Baals, becoming so mentally and spiritual sick that they would sacrifice their precious children in fire to gain the favor of their false Baal god.

Let’s just say, this didn’t go well for Israel.

The killing of their children and the carnal sins the children of Israel were engaging in daily, openly, and often publicly in the Baal temples, among other sins was what brought the judgement of God, Jehovah, and the destruction of the nation of Israel down upon them–not once, mind you, but three different times! God would forgive them, restore them to their land, then new generations would arise and stray from God, judgement would come and then destruction, but none of those times of judgement and destruction came to Israel without warnings. God is a merciful, loving God and He warned them over and over and over again through the scriptures, through the words of the prophets, through signs and events which took place, all communicating that the Israelites were not obeying Him and what would happen if they did not repent and return back to Him.

Just as God warned Israel, God has been warning America for the past twenty years.

So, how did Jehu destroy the House of Ahab? He destroyed the temples of Baal and brought an end to the sacrificing of children in the land.

Now, let’s look at how that compares with President Trump. You might be thinking, you crazy lady, Americans don’t sacrifice their children in fire. No, but there have been over 61 million abortions performed here. That’s not even including the other countries certain American Presidential administrations influenced to make abortion legal in their countries, sadly, 61 million and counting is just America’s tally.

Jehu destroyed the Baal temples, which means he brought an end—temporarily, but an end for a time to the killing of innocent children. Jehu did not stop the judgment of God from falling upon Israel but his actions delayed it.

Jehu chose as his “right hand man” a holy man named Jehonadab, son of Rechab who was a true follower of God and well respected in his community. This fits the description of Vice President Mike Pence. But Jehu was described as having great “zeal” for God, Jehovah, and the Bible says in 2 Kings 10:29 “Jehu did not turn away from the sins of Jeraboam the son of Nebat, who had made Israel sin, that is, from the golden calves that were at Bethel and Dan.” I am not as scholarly as most in the Word, but I do know that this sin was something which was recognized as a national sin, allowing the golden calves to remain in Israel was to allow another god in the land which still displeased and disobeyed God. I do not know what the exact connection there might be on this matter between Jehu and Trump, only to show that Jehu was not considered a holy man. He was obedient to the task he was given by God to destroy the Baals and slow the judgement upon Israel.

While there were no Baal temples in America to be destroyed, though two Baal temples were destroyed by ISIS right as President Trump took office, (also in the Paradigm) Trump was given three divine opportunities to nominate three Supreme Court Judges who possibly could be the ones to help over turn Roe Vs. Wade. Just think about that for a moment. Three Supreme Court Justices had to be replaced within a timespan of four years. Here are some documented facts I found listed on ballotpedia.com on the history of judges being replaced in our nation:

“As of January 1, 2021, President Donald Trump (R) had made 234 Article III judicial appointments—three supreme court justices, 54 appellate court judges, 174 district court judges, and three judges on the Court of International Trade. That ranked him second among all presidents since Jimmy Carter in the total number of appointments, second in appellate court appointments, and second in district court appointments through December 31 of the fourth year of a president’s term.“

That is incredible and I believe the timing and the people appointed to the Supreme Court was orchestrated by the mighty, all powerful hand of God, Jehovah.

If we return to story of Jehu and how he accomplished destroying the House of Ahab, it was done by overturning the nations law to allow innocent children to be killed. Could it be that by President Trump’s Supreme Court Justices, who are not in favor of abortion, Trump did fulfill the purpose of God when it comes to abortion? Could it be that in the days ahead, we will see this Supreme Court reverse the law of allowing innocent babies in America to be killed by abortion? Is that how Trump, like Jehu, brings down the “Baals” in America?

It is definitely something to think about and more importantly to pray about.

Another important factor of President Trump’s administration was to take the restrictions off Christians that had been put into place by the Obama administration which were upon the foundation built by the Clinton administration. For facts and dates on all these occurrences I again direct you to the book The Paradigm by Jonathan Cahn or just Google them. Until I read The Paradigm, I had no idea that Obama had put so many restrictions on Christians and the Word of God in our nation. The documented facts of it all will shock and sadden you if you love Jesus, but you must learn about it so that you use the power of prayer against such actions, actions which will certainly come to Christians and Jews in the future.

You might be saying, “Yes, I concede that those things took place under the Trump administration. So why then did God just allow, as I am writing this, Joe Biden to become President? Yes, the time is now 1:27am January 7, 2021 and I just witnessed the sealing of the electoral college votes and listened to Vice President Mike Pence declare Joe Biden and Kamala Harris, President and Vice President of the United States.

I also witnessed the declaration of the two democratic senators in Georgia named as the winners of those races.

In this moment, my human mind would agree with you that it is very hard to understand why God would now suddenly allow all these things to take place in our government and with the leaders which are now established, who will certainly pick up the and pass the batons of apostasy to run and spread through our nation against God, Jehovah and Jesus Christ His Son, when so much progress was being made for the nation to return to God, Jehovah.

I am taken back to the very important part of Jehu’s story which was that the nation of Israel did not fully turn back to God. Yes, Jehu had zeal for God. Yes, he stood up for those who believe in and serve God and he did this with a God fearing man Jehonadab, by his side, a man like Mike Pence. Jehu delayed the judgement of God from falling upon them, but when you read the story of Jehu in 2 Kings chapters 9 and 10 and also in 2 Chronicles 22 you do not read where Israel fully returned back to God.

After I wrote and published my first two blogs, my husband reminded me about another teaching on Jehu which was not found in 2 Kings or 2 Chronicles. I mentioned it briefly in my previous blog. Here is the very important truth found in Hosea 1:4 “And the Lord said to him, “Call his name Jezreel, for in just a little while I will punish the house of Jehu for the blood of Jezreel, and I will put an end to the kingdom of the house of Israel.“

After reading that verse the question comes to mind, “Why would God punish Jehu and his house, when Jehu did what he was told? The answer, according to the scriptures, was because Jehu did more than God told him too. This verse was brought again to my attention by my husband, Josh, who has struggled with Trump’s words and actions as a man. Biblical fact: Jehu was sent by Jehovah to destroy the House of Ahab and the Baal temples and gods. But Jehu took his spilling of blood much farther than God commanded him. He was brazen with his killing and God was not pleased with the excess blood Jehu shed in Jezreel.

We learn from this and other verses that Jehu had not completely surrendered himself to the will of God.
Is this the reason why God has not restored President Trump for a second term? I do not know the answer, only God knows. I felt it was something important to pray about.

In addition to this, God began to speak to my heart about the nation’s apostasy as a whole. The word apostasy means: the abandonment or renunciation of a religious or political belief and of course, in this context, I mean it for the apostasy from God, Jehovah and Jesus Christ. Trump being placed in the White House may have accomplished some of the tasks God wanted complete in our nation, but there is clearly no return back to God as a nation. In fact, things keep getting worse.

Donald Trump is not responsible for the hearts of the American people to choose God. It is up to each and every individual to make that personal choice and God gives us free will to make it. God wants us to choose Him because we love Him and Jesus stands at the door of our heart and knocks like the perfect Gentleman that He is. As the years have progressed, we can clearly see that America is not, on a whole, moving to return to God but away from Him. So now, I must ask more questions. Given our nations history with having men who held God’s Word in the highest place of authority and tried to honor Him through their leadership, would President Trump have turned the tide of the election by leading with a sound, evident Godly example in his words and fruit? Again, only God knows the answer to that question.

Americans have had Godly men in office to lead by example with their words and actions. God blessed their hands and minds and they accomplished incredible works for the American nation and for other nations. We know Jehu and Trump delayed judgement from falling on their nations because of the killing of the unborn. Then there were the issues of the people of the nations turning away from God. Jehu and Trump both had great zeal for God and their works opened up a spiritual window, which allowed the people of the nation time to return to God. I, personally, am very thankful for this window of time to keep spreading the good news of Jesus Christ to whoever will listen. I keep telling my children, “Presidents are temporary, Jesus is forever.” So we don’t want to lose ministry opportunities because of politics which also are temporary.

If you read the book The Oracle, you will see how God moves leaders into and out of position worldwide to fulfill His scriptures, commands, and prophecies regarding Israel, His chosen people. This brings me to another important task that President Trump accomplished and one of the very reasons God placed him in the Oval Office. The book The Oracle explains it in excellent detail, but to sum it up, moving the Capitol of Israel back to Jerusalem had to happen to fulfill the scriptures pertaining to the year of the Jubilee in the Bible. Jonathan Cahn’s book The Oracle teaches about the year of the Jubilee in great detail.

The relationship America has with Israel must also be maintained. We are also connected to Israel by more than just one country supporting another in being allies, but because of those who dedicated this land to God– and I don’t mean only those who are considered our “Founding Fathers”, I mean even farther back than that. The Pilgrim’s, they dedicated and spoke the same prayers over American as Moses spoke over the nation of Israel. It was dedicated to God, Jehovah to be a light to the darkness. A city upon a hill, which is what God commanded us to be, a light in the darkness. Ronald Reagan declared agreement to this in his famous “City Upon the Hill” speech. So there is a powerful, supernatural, spiritual connection between the two nations.

Still, America determines their “kings”, our Presidents of the United States, not by declaration but by vote and something very powerful keeps coming into my mind. God gives us free will to choose Him and that doesn’t just mean through our personal acceptance as our Lord and Savior. It also means in our land, through our votes of our leaders and the laws which are created here.

The votes of the American people are cast with their personal feelings and beliefs. What is in their heart is what leads to their vote. There is, of course, the great dispute that this was a fraudulent election. I cannot speak to either side on the matter because I only know what I am told and have no firsthand proof or evidence of anything. Because I do not know what is truth, it is a matter I have given to the hands of God. God knows the absolute truth about this validity of this election and if there is fraud that He wants revealed, we can pray He will reveal it.

Then, something else came to me, again, something very strong and very powerful. A missed opportunity that might not have changed the outcome of the election, but certainly would have been incredibly powerful, spiritual moment, one very pleasing to God.

In my blog titled: Inauguration Day 1/20/21 and the Appointed Scripture for the Sabbath 1/23/21 I write about a scripture that will be read by Jewish Rabbi’s all over the world on the Sabbath Day after the American Presidential Inauguration. It is 2 Chronicles 30:1-12

“Hezekiah sent word to all Israel and Judah and also wrote letters to Ephraim and Manasseh, inviting them to come to the temple of the Lord in Jerusalem and celebrate the Passover to the Lord, the God of Israel. ² The king and his officials and the whole assembly in Jerusalem decided to celebrate the Passover in the second month. ³ They had not been able to celebrate it at the regular time because not enough priests had consecrated themselves and the people had not assembled in Jerusalem. ⁴ The plan seemed right both to the king and to the whole assembly. ⁵ They decided to send a proclamation throughout Israel, from Beersheba to Dan, calling the people to come to Jerusalem and celebrate the Passover to the Lord, the God of Israel. It had not been celebrated in large numbers according to what was written.

⁶ At the king’s command, couriers went throughout Israel and Judah with letters from the king and from his officials, which read:

“People of Israel, return to the Lord, the God of Abraham, Isaac and Israel, that he may return to you who are left, who have escaped from the hand of the kings of Assyria. ⁷ Do not be like your parents and your fellow Israelites, who were unfaithful to the Lord, the God of their ancestors, so that he made them an object of horror, as you see. ⁸ Do not be stiff-necked, as your ancestors were; submit to the Lord. Come to his sanctuary, which he has consecrated forever. Serve the Lord your God, so that his fierce anger will turn away from you. ⁹ If you return to the Lord, then your fellow Israelites and your children will be shown compassion by their captors and will return to this land, for the Lord your God is gracious and compassionate. He will not turn his face from you if you return to him.”

¹⁰ The couriers went from town to town in Ephraim and Manasseh, as far as Zebulun, but people scorned and ridiculed them. ¹¹ Nevertheless, some from Asher, Manasseh and Zebulun humbled themselves and went to Jerusalem. ¹² Also in Judah the hand of God was on the people to give them unity of mind to carry out what the king and his officials had ordered, following the word of the Lord.”

I had a beautiful idea of President Trump reciting this scripture which lead me to write the blog about the inauguration. Now, I wonder if my vision wasn’t of Trump reading the scripture at the inauguration, but if the timing for this scripture was for him to read it at his “Save America” rally? Would it have changed the outcome for Congress and the sealing of the electoral college votes? I don’t know. But I know for certain it would have been very pleasing to God, Jehovah, for Trump to stand before those who had gathered with him and read those powerful passages from God’s Word encouraging the people to “return to God”.

I believe that Donald Trump did fulfill purposes while in office that God had for him and although I truly thought he would remain in office to continue that work. it that doesn’t mean that God’s Word was wrong. It means I was. God’s Word is perfect and true. God’s timing is also perfect though we do not always understand why He does the things the way He does or why He sometimes waits years or even decades to do them. Still, God’s Word and timing are perfect and true. Always. So just because Trump didn’t get elected for a second term, doesn’t mean he didn’t fulfill God’s plan, or perhaps his second term is going to be placed in a different time. Only God knows what His plan is and we must trust that He will reveal it to us as He wills.

After the election, God reminded me of Isaiah 55:8-9 “For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the Lord. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts.” I also keep having this verse come to mind: Psalm 46:10 “Be still and know that I am God.”
Perhaps this election was for us who believe and follow God, a test. A test to see that we do need to stop, be still and wait to see what God wants to accomplish. God’s perfect will being done is always what is most important.

Another thought I wanted to share was a scripture that God led me to post on all my social media sites, Isaiah 43:16-19 “Thus says the Lord, who makes a way in the sea and a path through the mighty waters, Who brings forth the chariot and horse the army and the power…do not remember the former things, nor consider the things of old. Behold, I will do a NEW thing! Now it shall spring forth; shall you not know it? I will even make a road in the wilderness and rivers in the desert.”

I believe we are entering a powerful season where we are going to see God move in ways we never imagined! This was another reason I believed Trump would remain in office. I kept feeling led, and have heard many other believers state they feel the same, that in the next four years we are going to enter into time of the outpouring of the Holy Spirit like we have never seen before. For my earthly mind, I thought that meant Trump would be in office to protect the Christians during that season. But God doesn’t need Trump in the White House to pour out His Spirit! He can do that however and whenever He wants without the help of man! After all, none of us were there when He created this universe and all that it in it! God is God and can do anything! Matthew 19:26 “With God ALL things are possible!”

Jesus could come before I am finished writing this blog, only God knows the time of His Return. We are not guaranteed any amount of time, God holds the number of our days. So we must be thankful for everyday He blesses us with and use everyday He gifts us to do our best to serve Him. And in that thankfulness, let’s live in the joy of revival! Revival for Israel! Revival for God’s church! Revival for the hearts of His people all over the world, and revival in places with people who never knew God before!

This belief also revealed something to my heart and what I am about to say, I say as presenting information on my opinion and not in the form of judgement. My husband and I have had many discussions about how there are people, like us, who struggled with Trump’s words and at times actions, but had learned why God had allowed him to take office in 2016. However, during that time, we personally witnessed other people who had taken their support for Trump to a totally different level. It appeared through their words and their actions that they had shifted their eyes to be fixed upon the President to change the state of the nation in ways only God could do. Instead of keeping their eyes fixed upon Jesus, their words and actions displayed more importance of their focus being upon Trump as the Savior of America. But there is only One Savior for America and all the nations of this world, and that Savior’s name is Jesus Christ.

It is important for me to make myself clear that I am not categorizing these people with those the world witnessed on
January 6, 2020 who stormed the Capitol. That group does not represent, overall, the people who supported Trump. Those people are of a different mentality than who I am speaking about. I know personally many people who support Trump that would never ever think of doing something like what took place in our Capitol. Not ever! I am talking about the people who support Trump as good citizens can and have. I have felt, and so has my husband, that we have been crying out during these past four years for people to keep their eyes upon Jesus, not Trump. For those of us who claim Christ’s name as a Christian, we can never allow the actions or words of any man to infiltrate our hearts, minds and spirits to the point where we would ever make ourselves unapproachable about God or become a poor representation for the love of Jesus Christ and His message of love.

Yet, this did happen. It was as if because people knew God placed Trump in office, it gave them permission to talk or act like he did. Like it made it okay, but words and actions that do not represent the love of Christ should not be an example for a person who claims Christ and wants to follow Him. We listen to Jesus. We follow Jesus. We speak and act like Jesus. Jesus was a perfect man, I don’t care what Don Lemmon or Chris Cuomo say. He was perfect, is perfect and is the perfect example for us all. Of course, we are human and will make our mistakes, but Jesus is always the example we should follow. God’s Word tells us we are to be separate from the world, not be like it. If we don’t separate ourselves from those in the world who do not know Jesus, how will they recognize Him in our lives? How will they recognized Him anywhere?

Jonathan Cahn recognized the same thing Josh and I did about Trump and people looking to him to fix our nation. All through his books he constantly reminds people to constantly to keep their eyes focused upon the TRUE King, Jesus Christ. He also sent a message of peace to calm the anger of people in the nation before anything happened with the attack on the Capitol through a short but powerful message which I will place at the end of this blog. He knew something was brewing and called for people to turn their eyes and voices to God. I highly recommend you to listen to the wise and encouraging words of Jonathan Cahn as he directs us to the Word’s of God, Who is and forever will be sovereign.

I have said to so many people, “American Presidents will come and go, but Jesus is forever. His love is eternal and our main goal as His servants are to draw people closer to Him. But how can that be possible if we are disgracing others because they believe differently on political issues? If we mock them, make fun of them, or belittle them, why would they ever want to listen to us about the love of Jesus?” The answer is simple. They won’t.

So let me make myself very clear about who I am.
*I am first and foremost, a servant of my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.
*I want to make sure that I do not follow after the words and ways of man, but after the examples of Jesus given to us in God’s Holy Word.
*I want to make sure that I do not isolate myself from those who oppose my beliefs or are different from me because I have no idea who God wants to bring to my life so that I can minister His love to them.
*I want to make sure that my political beliefs do not cause me to be cruel to others so that they won’t listen to me when I want to tell them about the love of Jesus.
*And I want to be God’s hands extended to share that love to all His children, no matter what their color, creed, sexuality, faith or political party. This is why I believe God has always kept me as an independent American, so that I can reach everyone. This is my calling, to please God first and always. I am human just like anyone else. I get upset and hurt like anyone else and I make mistakes like anyone else, but everyday I get my eyes focused upon Christ so that tomorrow, I can try and do a better job at representing Him as He rightly deserves.

I felt it important to state that because the thought did come to me today in prayer that perhaps one of the reasons God did not allow President Trump to remain in office is because there were too many people with their eyes fixed upon him instead of having their eyes fixed upon God to restore the nation.

As we move forward into this new year, I want to encourage you strongly in the Lord! Do not give up hope!
Do not think God has abandoned us! Keep your eyes firmly fixed upon Him and His Word! God never fails! Although we might not understand what is happening with the leadership in this moment, I hear the words of Jesus in my heart saying in John 13:7 “Jesus replied, “You do not realize now what I am doing, but later you will understand.”

Yes, we have a Democratic House of Representatives for the American government.
Yes, the world also woke up to a Democratic Senate.
Yes, the world woke up to a Democratic President and Vice President.
But NEVER forget! The world woke up to God, Jehovah and His Only Son Jesus Christ on their Thrones!
God IS sovereign! And anytime you feel like you are losing hope, turn off your news, close the social media sites, and get out the Word of God. Listen to the Words of God, not man. Stop focusing your eyes upon man and keep them firmly, locked in place upon Christ Jesus!

“Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not to thine own understanding, but in all thy ways, acknowledge Him and He shall direct thy path.” Proverbs 3:4-5

There are things being planned by those who now have the power in the government which will greatly affect the Christian, Catholic and Jewish peoples, things like the Equality Act and previous actions put in place by the Obama administration which could be reimplemented in the Biden administration against believers obtaining freedoms that the Constitution clearly provides. True, Joe Biden is a Catholic man, but he plans to reinstate federal funding for abortions and also wants to codify Roe vs. Wade into the Constitution. We cannot rely on man to help our nation, we can only rely on God and return to Him for help in our land.

Again, don’t lose hope! We can battle these things through prayer! I also strongly encourage you to pray daily for Israel, if you feel led, give to different Israeli ministries and also to bless the Jewish people in your communities. God’s Word tells us in Genesis 12:3 “I will bless those who bless you, And I will curse him who curses you; And in you all the families of the earth shall be blessed.” I have heard Joe Biden state that he holds to the same thoughts and ideas about Israel as Obama did. We can pray that his heart can be changed about his feelings toward Israel and if they are not, then make sure your family’s stances are firmly placed with Israel and pray for all those who believe and uphold God’s Word and stand with God’s chosen people so that any further shakings or judgements that come upon our nation during this Biden administration, will not fall upon the righteous. The Word of God is full of scriptures that prove God will protect those who fear and serve Him and stand with Israel.

I do encourage you to learn about these things which have been spoken as part of a Biden administration and the acts Congress has on their agenda, but do not be afraid! God says to you today in 2 Chronicles 20:15
“Do not be afraid nor dismayed because of this great multitude for the battle is not yours, but God’s.”

There will come more shakings. The Shemitah year is coming. It will be from September 2021 to September 2022. I recommend to you reading “The Year of the Shemitah” by Jonathan Cahn to learn what the Shemitah year is and be prepared to honor it as God has written so that you will be blessed.

It is also important that we remember, if we completely turn against those who oppose us, how will we ever be able to share with them the Gospel and love of Jesus? Do not look at any people as an enemy to destroy. Always remember when you encounter someone who believes differently than you what is written in Eph. 6:12 “For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against a spiritual wickedness in high places.“

I had been sent a video on a teaching about the courses of action that Vice President Mike Pence could take in regards to sending electoral college votes back to their states. I thought it interesting and I shared it with a couple of friends, but I felt a great peace come over me when I heard his statement of the course of action that he decided to take to uphold the Constitution. The Holy Spirit whispered to me during that time that this was an example he set to his fellow colleagues because, in the days ahead, there are going to be those who will try to implement laws about going personal faiths and beliefs which will, in turn, go against the Constitution. The example needed to be set from a man who had the election to lose by standing with the Constitution. I have respect for Mike Pence and how he handled the events which unfolded in the Senate. I have heard some terrible, wicked slanderous conspiracy theories out there about Mike Pence from those who are angry that he didn’t do more for the election. I will not be part of repeating conspiracy theories and from what I have seen from Mike Pence, I think him to be a man who works with integrity and desires to please God. I will keep him and his family in my prayers.

I also would like to make one more very important point. If you have been discouraged in your faith because of all that has taken place with leaders, elections, or things that pastors or others have said during this time. Please remember, God loves you and He did not do or say anything to discourage you. His Words, thoughts, feelings, commands, desires, joys, everything that He wants to tell us in His Word. If you are discouraged, break out the Word of God and let Him speak to you directly, always and for all things. Remember His great love for you and don’t prevent yourself from having a relationship with the One who Created you and the One who died for you because of the words or actions of humans.

In closing, I want to thank you for taking the time to read this blog. I hope that it might be a positive word of encouragement to you during these trying times. Do not lose heart and keep praying for God’s perfect will to be accomplished in our nation and in Israel. Keep praying, as I am, for wisdom, guidance and protection for the days ahead. God is in charge and always will be. Let’s keep our eyes upon Him, listen to His Word and see what He does! Always remember, those who so strongly oppose you, Jesus loves them. He died for them and they are the ones which we are called to reach. They are those of the Great Commission that Christ called us to. They are the harvest we are to bring into our Heavenly Father’s House.

I also want to thank President Trump and Vice President Pence for the good works and policies that they did in our nation which to fight against abortion, to fight for the rights of Christians and God’s Word, to choose God fearing judges and to recognize Jerusalem as the Capitol of Israel. Thank you for standing up for God to remain in America. I believe it is because of these things that the judgement for America has been delayed and I will use the window of time given with every part of my being to tell people that Jesus LOVES them!

I still have hope for America and I feel God is giving us, and all nations in the world, opportunity to reach His children like never before. We must be ready to be part of this revival. We must empower ourselves in daily prayer, fasting, worship, giving, loving, reading, studying, memorizing, and meditating upon God’s Word! We must be obedient to go where and when He says go. We must be willing to look at each and every human being with what I call Jesus Vision and see the value of the souls that He loves and died for in every person. We must stand up when the lawmakers say that they are going to implement laws which go against the Word of God, and we must do so while representing God well with our words and our actions.

My prayers for the nation, for President Trump and Vice President Mike Pence will continue along with the new President Joe Biden and Vice President Kamala Harris. I will pray for all Congress members and the Supreme Court, for all the state legislatures for God to guide and speak to them. I will also pray daily for the nation of Israel that God’s perfect and divine will is accomplished each and everyday.

I love this country and the people in it. That is the best I can do for our nation.

Jonathan Cahn’s message of peace and encouragement: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lE6lfoTiK4g&t=2s