The vision I received of my children’s father walking around a truck to hug my son was a scene that shifted something inside of me that I couldn’t understand. It was a gift; a spiritual gift that would thereafter begin reshaping my understanding of life and purpose here on earth.
Survival laced with miracles I can not unsee or deny as strange occurrences unfolded over days, weeks and months to follow. But the placard #79 spoke of a much greater story that was being written in the background. It was my rebirth into a season of remembering my own near death experience from decades back, where as a teenager I saw the Book of Life in a realm I could never find the words to utter. It was the beginning of remembering the connection we have to one another in love and the immortal pen that writes our stories with great purpose beyond our own limited human understanding.
I saw the world’s top nuero-scientists made small, science made obsolete and logic turned to fables in an upside down world where God uses the foolish things to confound the wise. I saw faith rise up with power and prayer transformed into a weapon harnessed by the warrior hidden in the soul who knew something without the need to know from the limited confounds of the human mind. I saw chains of slavery in prejudicees, religions, bloodlines and separations that divide us all broken into a beautiful mess of love’s limitless victory. I saw hope. I saw forgiveness. I saw the interconnectedness of all people here on the planet unleashed from a system that causes us to forget the principle purpose of why we exist. I saw a vision from God painted in love. And within that love, there is nothing other than hope and faith; where we only speak life upon another.
Today, I don’t thrive to be the powerful businesswoman with many accolades, or the perfect person. The power I witnessed is far greater than anything I could ever create or pretend to perceive in the physical world. I share my story with you in vulnerability; the Script in the Sky, as my heart lays willing to say “yes” to whatever God calls me to do.
At this moment, he calls me to pray – to share the power of God’s healing hands, the truth of the chord that connects us to the Will of God (in Christ Jesus) and the testimonies of faith forged by fire in my walk and many others I’ve encountered. I share the stories of others and the amazing miracles, big and small that God continues to paint in my pathway.
Broken is beautiful because it’s where a new creature begins to form (as a caterpillar is forged into a butterfly). So, I hope you will accept the invitation of my heart to let me pray over you. It’s my mission and God has commissioned me with this because he desires to heal, transform and return us all back to love – connecting a cord between you and his throne that this world can never break.
