Treasures Revamped

Lately, I’ve had a trove of creative ideas bouncing around inside my head and I went searching through my supplies just to see what I could find. Tucked away behind some boxes on the shelf was a bag. I opened it and found an old little treasure. It was a soap and lotion holder from many years ago that I had kept for some odd reason. In it’s day it was a nice copper-finished metal piece, but it had faded over the years in that bag and became dingy, rusted and tarnished, and simply put, ugly! It had seen better days and was now ready to be put away permanently. But instead, I decided to look it over for a bit.

I had just finished a tree branch I had painted for a wall in the studio and remembered I had a little metallic/silver spray paint left over. I cleaned the metal container and allowed it to dry thoroughly. After it was completely dried, I took it outside and painted it. I watched as the transformation began. My only regret was not getting a photo of it before painting it to share with you.

I love the intricate design of this old container and the metallic/silver brought life to this piece. I was thrilled with the color and its new transformation, but to me it needed more. So I went outside and got some small twigs from the woods and painted those silver as well. I also had some silvery iced floral picks I had purchased from The Dollar Tree and some diamond trim and large gems I purchased from Hobby Lobby, and my mind began to brain- storm. I first glued on the large gems, then the diamond trim later. I began attaching the twigs together and glued them to the container.

It really did my heart good seeing this old tarnished piece of junk come back to life. The possibilities were no longer limited for this find, this newly awakened beauty. The gems I had added were enough to stop there but it seemed to beg for more. Adding the twigs and berries gave it that perfect character, but I also added a couple of little flower petals that I had also painted and “voila”!

Never underestimate the beauty of fallen treasure! This project has been possible only because there was a need to create, but it was already created. I just did the make-up and added a new dress.

Quiling (My form of therapy)

I began quilling when I was in elementary school well over 50 years ago. Back then, I didn’t have quilling tools like we use today and if I recall correctly, we used little dowels, pencils and toothpics. I wonder what the early ancient Egyptians used as it does stir my curiosity . The Egyptians used a technique called “filigree” which has inspired other forms of quiliing later through the centuries.

I remember quilling the basic open and closed coils. We learned to make very simple snowflakes with this technique thus catapulting my love for paper art. As the years came and went, I found other interests and steered away from the art I fell in love with. Every now and then, I would occupy myself with some strips of paper I cut for myself and a pencil or pen and just quill different variations such as marquise, teardrops and petals and shape them into flowers. But in 2019 after hearing my stories of my love for quilling, my oldest son got me a deluxe quilling kit with everything I could possibly need to get back into my art and i haven’t stopped since.

This form of art is like painting only you use paper strips and you shape them into different forms to create your designs which I refer to as painting with paper. Now, I would like to share some of my art with you. I do name each piece as I go and many times there are reasons behind my work. My first piece is what I call “Hilda” named after the fabulous lady who welcomed me into her home in Stoke on Trent, England in 2018. She would fix me a glass of Port every night and we would share in good laughter and special bonding. Hilda is in her later 80’s and her health is failing but I will never forget her lovely smile and generous hospitality so I designed this piece of art in honor of her.


This form of art is therapy to my soul and brings much enjoyment into my life especially in these uncertain times we are facing. I will share with you several more pieces that I have done during this Covid-19 pandemic. I hope you enjoy and perhaps this might spark an interest for you or your children to get started as the possibilities are endless. It’s a great way to get involved and learn a new art.


Be strong, be safe and be blessed!

The Faceless Beast

In this blog I want to share one of three dreams I’ve had recently. I have recorded them and have thought about it over and over whether or not to share it, but I believe in my heart it is now my time to talk about it so here I am to do just that:

” And in the last days it shall be, God declares that I will pour out my Spirit on all flesh, and your sons and daughters shall prophesy, and your young men shall see visions, and your old men shall dream dreams.” ESV Translation

I have seen many videos on Youtube about dreams of the coming of Christ and other things concerning the end times and wondered if I would ever be one of those who would experience such a dream or vision. Actually, I have! I have dreamed a few dreams and recorded them because they weren’t normal dreams to me. However, they are not dreams of the coming of Christ, nor of the pandemic, etc. These dreams are of something that I have had to pray about to understand, and experience on my own. After my experience I went through, God let me know that the experience is exactly what my dreams are about. Please keep an open mind and be prayerful and try to understand my sincerity. I did not rush to reiterate what the night visions were putting in my head, but now is the time….

The dream

It was very dark. The only light around was that of the moon breaking through the deep forest trees. There was a building and a few people gathered there. It may have been a church, I am not sure but we were leaving the building going to our cars. My oldest brother (a church minister) was walking with me when suddenly I heard rustling in the bushes occupied by voices trying to be very quiet. I told my brother I was going to check it out. He stood there smiling very warmly as if to be telling me through his smile I had his approval. When I walked over to the area of the commotion, I saw children in sleeping bags. They crawled out one by one dressed in rags what little bit of clothing they had. I saw fragments of old, stale, moldy sandwiches scattered about and my heart sank within me.

I told the children not to worry I would get them help and food right away. The oldest child looked to be around nine or ten years old. He stood staring at the ground and appeared very frightened at what he was seeing. I asked him had he lost anything, he just whispered, ” the snake is here.” At that moment, I didn’t think much about what he said, I was too worried about getting them fed and clothed. I turned to my brother and told him I was going to get help and shelter for the children. As he was still smiling, he told me,” don’t be afraid, you will be fine. I’ll leave it to you to help them. I need to go to my wife she needs me now.” (at that time in real life, his wife had covid-19.)

I turned back towards the children and by this time, all six of them, were looking at the ground intently. I became concerned. I looked down as I heard crackling of the earth and the ground began to shake violently. Through the huge opening of the ground slithered out a snake. It slowly slithered around me, then the children, and the words my brother left me with came back to my remembrance, “do not be afraid!” I then told the children the same, “do not be afraid!” Suddenly, the snake took strike pose towards me. I stared at it and to myself, I prayed. I prayed with power and the snake knew I was praying then hissed at me with the most vile hiss I have ever heard, then as it was staring at me with very evil eyes, it slithered away. I gathered the children and took them inside the building and there were those who took the children to safety and they were no longer afraid.

My dad, (also was a minister before his death) was there in my dreams. Usually when I dream of my dad He is representing God and thus it was the same in this particular dream. He told me to come with him and not worry about the children anymore that they would be just fine. He looked me in the eyes and said, ” Janie, (that’s what he called me) don’t be afraid, but you need to learn something very valuable and I am about to teach you.” We left the building and got into my car. I was driving and as we were driving out of the forest, it became very bright as if night had turned into day. I was driving down the interstate but there seem to be a mist all around us. As I drove down this highway, I noticed people began to pull their cars over to the side of the road. I started slowing down and watching them. They looked like they had fallen under a spell as if to be in a strange trance. I then saw a woman walking down a hill towards her car. I pulled over to ask her what was going on. She didn’t speak but tried to smile which was very faintly and efforted. I started feeling weird and could not remember why I had pulled over. I was becoming confused, maybe like the others.

My dad immediately spoke and said, “get back on the road of light, you have become confused like them. Do not look to these people for they are under the spell of Satan.” I quickly snapped out of the trance I was falling into and got back on the road, soon that road became a familiar road, one I used to travel a lot in a different place I lived a few years back, a place where my surroundings was always beautiful and I loved traveling this road, and did many times in my waking life. I noticed my mind was no longer confused and I felt at peace. At that very moment, it became dark again and we were back in that deep dark intimidating forest. My dad looked at me with loving eyes and said, ” do not be afraid, you know who you can trust. Do not let that trust fade and you will be fine. Do not allow fear to take foot in your heart and you will be victorious.” Then he disappeared!

I started looking around for him, I saw no one and began to feel exactly what he told me not to feel, afraid. Then, my brother-in-law appeared. ( He too is a minister in real life.) He just stood there beside me as if to be protecting. (Not long ago I told someone parts of this dream. He also is a minister, he told me he felt that my dad, my brother and brother-in-law represented the Trinity of God. And it made a lot of sense to me, therefore, I too believe that). My brother-in-law had a gentle smile on his face as he stared out into the forest as if to be on watch. Then something caught my attention to my left. I looked and it was my sister walking slowly up this dark road. She looked like she was in a trance and very confused. I looked at my brother-in-law and said jokingly, “there goes a Pharisee”. He continued smiling. Then after her, I saw more people following. They looked like zombies. They walked slowly, with their heads hung low saying nothing but were very confused and seemed to be in a trance.

These people following my sister were religious people, legalistic, hard core judgmental people and set in their ways. I recognized many of them and it saddened my heart and I wanted to cry out to them to help them, but my brother-in-law then spoke. “Do not be afraid. Do not be dismayed. Do not allow what you see to fall into your spirit or you will also follow behind those who have been veiled with the spirit of distraction.” It felt like something jolted me spiritually and I felt empowered. Then, without warning, the ground began shaking and crackling like before, then out of the opening a huge snake began to push his way through the soil. It was a luminous white snake. Very big from anything I had ever seen. For some odd reason, I could not take my eyes off of it. It was not scary to look at and I was beginning to like it as I saw that it was very beautiful and pleasing to my eyes.

My brother-in-law then spoke and said, ” do not be afraid. Do not look upon this evil for with it it brings a different kind of beauty one that captures your attention and draws you into it’s lure. It will deceive you! It will lead you away from the truth! It will lead you astray like the others!” I began to pray to God. I was honest about how I felt. “God, please hear me. It’s hard for me to look away and I cannot do this on my own. I do not want to be like the others, please save me.” I continued saying “save me” over and over as I watched the snake slither into a stream. As he was slithering in the water, it began to grow even bigger as if the water was giving him power. I started feeling like I could take my eyes away from it. God was hearing my prayers and suddenly, I saw the most beautiful light in that very dark forest. I felt like I was speaking in an heavenly language and woke up speaking it….

This dream came at the end of a period I was going through. I reached a place where maybe about three weeks total, I could not pray. I could not read my Bible. Every time I tried, something would grab my attention and became a distraction I allowed. So I began to ask God to help me. I knew I was falling away and quickly. Then came the dream. Right after, God spoke to my heart and said there is a spirit of confusion and a spirit of distraction claiming the minds of many of my people and they don’t even see it. They will start falling away and falling under the spell it brings with it. I knew in my heart I was one of them on the brink. I want to tell you, there is a spirit of confusion and distraction that is very real. It comes in many forms. It comes to kill, steal and destroy your lives. I believe in my heart, God gave this to me and now I am sharing it with you.

If you are reading this, maybe it is meant for you to see. I have two other dreams that I am going to share later along these same lines. I pray that if you, like me, seem to have fallen under this spell, that you will reach out to God now before it is too late. I do believe this is going to get worse and it is a trap from Satan himself. Be aware! Be strong! Do not be ashamed of Jesus! Keep your hearts on God. There is a much stronger spirit developing. I feel it. It’s going to be a bigger distraction for a lot of you. It will steal you away into it’s grips and it will be almost impossible to break free from. It’s here and already spreading throughout the earth. I feel strongly this faceless beast will find you in your weakest moments. In your weakest area of your life. In your most vulnerable moments. Be vigilant. Be aware! Be prayerful!

God bless you all…

The Tea Party Within

When I was a little girl, I used to play dress-up in my mother’s dresses and high heels not to forget my Aunt who lived with us, who allowed me to wear her fabulous flowery and feathered hats. My parents bought me a little tea set that had a huge impact on me for the rest of my life. Every Sunday after church, I invited the preacher’s daughter to my house and she would bring her favorite doll and I had mine and together we were the child-sized Real Housewives of Cowpens, S.C. That was over 50 years ago and my love for that tea set my parents brought me has never faded.

As I grew older, I began collecting tea pots and tea cups. I always felt happy when I looked at my collection. There was a viable sense of belonging and there was always that nostalgia for those childhood days that birthed my love for the very prominent facades of life. I didn’t come from a wealthy family but pretending I was from England was one for the books. My accent was everything but British but the pretense of it all was the highlight that I thoroughly enjoyed as a child. I was fortunate to have a little tea party with my granddaughter when she was four years old but she never took up the love of the eloquence that I possess and that’s okay.

In 2017, I lost everything I owned including my beautiful collections and it felt like someone reached inside my heart and ripped it from my chest. But, I have finally begun to begin a new collection. I went to England and Wales in December of 2018 and came back to the States in January of 2019. There, I enjoyed real tea time with real British folks. The tea was served three times a day and it was always brought to me in lovely tea cups. It was indeed so surreal and almost like I had lived those moments as a child in my dreams. The lady of the house where I stayed knew about my love for fine china and especially tea pots and tea cups so she made it a point to serve my tea in such luxury, to me, that was luxury. She too, had a fascinating collection of beautiful fine china and my heart grew with envy but more so with adoration of her remarkable taste.

I have purchased three tea cups with saucers. One set is from China, one from here in America, the other from England. It is my goal to purchase a set from different countries, but England has a special place in my heart for many varying reasons and one was a dream come true when I enjoyed my first cup of tea in the heart of the Brittish territory. However, I am not a milk drinker and my first cuppa (as they call it) was served with milk. I drank it anyway so as not to come across rude as I had forgot to mention my distaste for milk. But afterwards, they left off the milk and I became addicted and always felt so very special during tea time. I want to go back to England and spend more time just shopping for beautiful tea cups. That is exactly what I wish for, but because of Covid-19, who knows when and if I’ll ever get to go back. But I am hopeful.

But, I do want to share with you my very small beginning of my new collection.

Tea cups

We will start with my first new set. I absolutely love this little piece of delight. It is from China and it is Fine Bone China and you can always know if it is real fine bone by holding the piece in sunlight and if it becomes translucent, you know you have the real deal.

The set above is Blue Fine Bone China by ufengke. As you may already know, China is one of the world’s most ancient civilizations and they are rich in ceramics history. China is the home of pottery and porcelain therefore earning it’s name, fine China. I love the intricate details in the design above. The place of origin is Tang shan, and the artist used white Chinese magnolias and white cranes which make this set absolutely gorgeous. It came in very fine packaging as well. I was very impressed.

My next set is from England. I love the color and design and it’s made by Heasa a Porcelain British Royal Series.

I love this shade of pink and the glossiness that it entails. This particular set was designed in pumpkin shape edged with glittering gold trim. You can also see the inside emblem embossed on this quality porcelain cup which just adds a little something special in my opinion and this set is crafted by Heasa.

My next set was created here in the States, in fact, right next door to my state of South Carolina. This set was created by Delton. In Delton Georgia. they are actually the creators of porcelain dolls from beginning but now have expanded into making home accessories and fine porcelains including tea sets for children.

This set came beautifully wrapped as well in a keep-sake vintage style boxing. This is from the Pale Rose collection and they send their tea cups out adorned in a little white tassle connected to the tea cup. The design entails a beautiful delicate floral design and is ideal for tea lovers like me. This is also made in fine porcelain and is very feminine and beautiful.

Hopefully, some time in the near future, if the opportunity becomes reality, I will host an adult tea party and use my new collection. Of course, I have a ways to go before I can grow my collection, but it is my desire to spend a beautiful spring afternoon, in the garden with some of my closest friends sipping on hot tea and participating in banter that will guarantee an unforgettable afternoon. I will use English tea that is so popular and common in The UK as well as in Ireland, but of course it has to be English Tea. I will also provide the sugar and the milk for those who will try the tea with milk. That is not what we do here in the South, we drink iced tea from mason jars all through the day, but I will spice it up and serve the perfect cup of tea British style and of course there will be a wonderful assortment of traditional English Tea sandwiches that will make my guests envy with pride. I’ll provide the classic egg sandwich. smoked salmon and my favorite, cucumber sandwiches and you might just find a chicken sandwich with cranberry sitting among the others perfectly cut tiny and squared.

But for now, this has been a pleasure sharing my childhood memory that morphed into my adult life as well. Somethings never grow old. And if you were to ask me about my little private tea parties, I would gladly tell you I shared my splendid moments with a stuffed teddy bear, a stuffed monkey and a few of my favorite Barbies and we always sipped our pretend tea from the beautiful tea set my parents bought for me in the hills of Cherokee mountains. Oh how these precious memories never fade and live within….

Another Quick and Easy Recipe

I have so much to blog about, but today, I am going to share my little simple, but addicting tasty toast recipe. If you know me, you know I love the kitchen and cooking up recipes that are simple and not so time consuming. I’ve always been a very busy person up until March of this year when Covid-19 changed our lives. Therefore, I never had time to spend in the kitchen cooking up big meals, so cooking small became my new norm when my kids left the nest.

I’ve had one recipe that has lingered with me for years and has not changed or been edited with new additions. However, I have tried different versions but they each have their own personality so-to-speak and this one is my favorite. I call it, Feta Toast.

I use rye bread it is my go-to bread because of the nutritional value it offers and I love the taste. After toasting the bread in a toaster, I cut in half a clove of garlic and rub the half clove straight on to the toast. I love using the raw garlic as it provides more powerful tastes rather than sauteing the garlic and it adds bigger nutritional value that is good for you. After rubbing the garlic on the toast, I then add my own pre-made herbed butter. It’s made with basil, garlic, and Parmesan. ( These herbed butters are simple to make but be sure to use fresh herbs.)

After generously spreading this butter, I add the crumbled feta cheese. I love feta cheese! It’s soft and crumbly (brined cheese) and is made from sheep and goat’s milk. Feta cheese has been around for centuries and if you love greek food, chances are you have partaken of some feta. I sprinkle black peppercorn pepper onto the feta cheese then drizzle a little dab of olive oil over the feta. I use extra virgin olive oil as not to give it a strong olive taste. (In this recipe, salt is not needed). Then I sprinkle chopped pecans, you can use pine-nuts but to me the pecans go well with the feta because the feta has a hint of sweetness to it more so than using goat cheese which I use on other toast recipes. After I sprinkle the pecans, I layer the toast with fresh uncooked spinach leaves.

This quick and easy recipe resonates a delicious savory treat. You can try it with many different options, like sun-dried tomatoes but I like that paired best with the goat cheese. Don’t use plain white bread. It does make a difference if you use a bread with a little more body, flavor and texture and the rye offers that, yielding pong but the choice of cheeses used brings it to a different level. Not to mention, the rye bread is loaded with rich flavor, and is also the highest fiber filled breads around and gives your gut a good ole loving. Give this recipe a try and find out for yourself just how good and satisfying it is….

My Easy Peasy Pasta Recipe

Passionate and expressive, I love to portray those emotions when cooking. However, there is that paradox of the right ingredients and those of personal preference. Of course we all have different tastes, but there is that blazing new found glory when you try something new, something you’ve come up with yourself.

I love cooking period. I especially love going all out and making my table a smorgasbord of delicious homemade foods, that’s the southern girl in me, but then there are those times when simplicity and a short measure of time come into play and it has to be quick and simple and this recipe offers just the thing for you to try.

Here is a list of the ingredients you will need:

Penne Pasta, olive oil, garlic cloves, salt, pepper, flat leaf parsley, curly leaf parsley, fresh chives, thyme, sage and dill. A jar of Tostino’s Queso Blanco Dip 15 oz, chicken strips and you’re good to go.

Here are the measurements and recipe:

Let’s begin by prepping. I find it easier to prep my ingredients and have it readily available. First put your water in your pot for the pasta and add salt I use a little over a teaspoon. I usually make an entire package of pasta, people love to eat around here including myself. While your water is heating up to boil, thinly slice 3 cloves of garlic and chop up 1/4 cup of curly leaf parsley you will need to coarsely chop this. Just a reminder, coarsely chopped means larger chunks while finely chopped means smaller yet larger than a mince. Coarsely chop 1/4 cup of flat-leaf parsley and finely chop 2 tablespoons of fresh chives, 1 teaspoon of fresh thyme leaves and finely chop 1/4 teaspoon of sage and set finely chop a 1/4 teaspoon of dill. You can opt for the herbs in a bottle if you don’t have the fresh. Salt and pepper to taste.

Put a little oil of your choice in a pan and fry up the chicken strips. I buy those already cut up and packaged. However if you really want to bring out some amazing flavors, boil or bake a whole chicken with the bone and once it cools, take off the bone and use the chicken in the dish. But I keep it simple by doing the already packaged strips. While the chicken is frying, add the garlic to it as it marinates into the chicken and oil. It’s quick and easy. (Now when I fry up my strips I coat them with Turmeric and cumin, salt and pepper. that of course is optional but it does add lovely flavors to the chicken.)

Once the pasta water begins to boil add the pasta and cook until it’s al dente. Drain the water off and add a tablespoon of olive oil and stir it in. Add all of your chopped herbs and chicken strips. Open the jar of the Tostino’s Queso Blanco Dip and pour over the pasta and mix well. Voila! Easy, simple, and delicious and very quick. Give it a try and of course you can make this your own by adding whatever seasonings, herbs, pastas and sauces. Rotisserie chicken is also great to use in this dish and very flavorful. Sometimes, i even add italian sausage with the chicken.



I Have Returned

With all the turbulence, sufferings, confusion and being locked down, life changed as I know it. Depression tried to over take me and that alone has been a raging battle on it’s own. I have encountered many stages of this new change such as grieving, missing the former days but I have also encountered blessings from my Father God above. He has promised never to leave nor forsake me and you during this time of uncertainty. It’s safe to say that this new feels like how people describe by-polar syndrome. What happened to us? Where did normality go? What’s next? What’s ahead for us? There are so many questions and still no answers.

I stopped writing and even stopped editing my new book because now, I have to change it. It’s not fitting into the new way of life. Someday soon, I hope to find the courage to return to the book and finish it but for now, I’m back to blogging.

I mentioned earlier that I have gone through a season of grieving. I reached a point I could not pray effectively nor read the Bible with clarity. Everything has been a blur and nothing has made sense. The former ways of life has passed away and the new is being ushered in. There are those who are saying the new will be better than the former things, but I beg of those to be alert, watchful and use wisdom during these restless times.

My country has fallen and we have entered the last of the last days. If you know me and have had this conversation with me in the past, you know exactly what I’m talking about. But my grieving included sleepless nights, a lot of tears, a feeling of not belonging, a feeling of being lost and alone. The USA was once thriving and a great nation to call home. We were a light on the hill, a beacon if you will to many nations, but now? She’s unrecognizable! It tears my heart from my bosom to think of where we were to what and where we have gone. It feels like losing a loved one knowing you will never see them again on this earth.

Now, I just sit and ponder on what’s next. I have made up in my mind that no one will force me to take a vaccination. No one will force me to choose evil over good. No one will convince me that there is no God, the only one true God. If and when it comes down to where the rubber meets the road, I will die for my cause and my belief. Jesus died for us ALL to save us and to offer eternal life with Him.

In the last couple of months, I have had encounters, too many to mention in this particular blog, and dreams that are now beginning to make sense to me. I do believe God speaks to us in our deep state of sleep and He gives us dreams and visions. One particular dream that has reoccurred three times has been a mystery until now after much prayer and seeking wisdom from God. I am praying about sharing this dream, but I feel it needs to wait until the right moment whenever that moment may come.

Before ending this blog, I have sold out to Christ and I am not turning back no matter what. This world holds nothing for me any longer. My future is set for the wonderful day of the Lord when He returns to take us home. However, we will come back to earth for a thousand years according to scriptures and all things will be made right. Until then, until the day we go home, I urge you to not fall for the entrapment’s being set by Satan himself . Be diligent, alert always praying for wisdom and knowledge. The great deception is upon us, it’s right here right before our eyes. Don’t be deceived and lose out. If you do not know Christ as your personal Savior, this would be a good time to repent and make Him Lord of your life. If you are not sure just how to do this, feel free to ask.

Be blessed my friends.


Palm Sunday

I feel ashamed of the confession I’m about to release. I’ve never been one to observe Palm Sunday, Passover and Easter. Not that I ignored it and pushed it out of existence in my life, but because when I was eleven years old, my middle brother who was seventeen years old at the time, drowned on Easter Sunday, April 22, 1973. It was a tragedy that changed my family’s life instantly and ever since, Easter has always been a reminder of that dreadful day to me. Today isn’t Easter but it’s coming and I’ve already begun that familiar mental reenactment. But I have asked God to help me and give me strength to remember the real meaning of these days and so far He has been faithful in helping me.

At 3:30 this morning, God woke me from my sleep, yet again. Seemingly, it’s becoming a thing between He and I. But quite honestly, I am digging this bond between us and look forward to His revelations He shares with me. Maybe I should just stay up and save Him the trouble, but what fun is that? After awaking me, He took me to Zechariah 9:9. If you know anything about the Bible, you know that Zechariah is part of the Twelve Minor Prophets. Chapter 9 verse 9 reads; “Rejoice greatly, O daughter of Zion! Shout aloud O daughter of Jerusalem! Behold, your King is coming to you; righteous and having salvation is he, humble and mounted on a donkey, on a colt, the foal of a donkey.”

To many, this may not seem much, but to me, it means everything. When Jesus went into Jerusalem, He usually went to celebrate the feasts and He visited quite often. But His last visit was paramount and had/has a very special meaning attached to it. Early this morning, God showed me the fronds of a palm tree. In what I was seeing, I saw many hands waving these branches which was a mark of the people rejoicing and then laying them on the street as if a red carpet was being rolled out before Jesus as He rode in. People were shouting loudly, “Hosanna!” In the Bible days, war waging kings arrived on horses but Jesus asked His disciples to get Him a donkey. He was not riding into Jerusalem to wage war or as a war hero, He was coming in as a humble King of peace. Jesus was being celebrated by the people for raising Lazarus from the dead therefore hailing Him King of the Jews.

I began to question God and try to understand what He wanted me to understand to the best of my understanding but that’s when I din’t hear from Him again. sometimes I become frustrated when He leaves me hanging like that, but I have learned from these experiences before, that He gave me a mind to think for myself and that what I needed to know would soon be understood.

I asked myself, “what if Jesus was riding into my city? What would I do? What if He came now during this plague our world is facing, what would I do? Tears filled my eyes because firstly the donkey to me and by nature is a stubborn animal like most of us humans are which is why the word “jackass” is a popular name some call each other, which is also another name for a donkey. I thought about Jesus going into Jerusalem on this final time. It was near the end of Israel’s 400 years of slavery in Egypt. It also commemorates the date the Israelite’s past through the Red Sea when God redeemed them from slavery meaning that during Passover which we are in now, has always represented a transformative event and is celebrated every year. Also, this was Christ’s final week of life on earth as He was about to face unheard suffering, crucifixion, then resurrection. I still could not come up with something substantial to what God was teaching me.

I continued to dwell on the events of Christ during that time and I thought about the plagues during Passover. The last and final plague was the most disturbing and shows that God gets our attention one way or another. Plagues were sent to the land of Egypt because of their great sins especially their worship of creation rather than the Creator. God is firm when He says. we must not have any other Gods before Him. God made clear He alone IS GOD! I went through the plagues, the Nile River being turned into blood, frogs filling the land. Masses of gnats, flies swarming over the people and just one fly is enough to drive you nuts. Then the disease of the farm animals and people breaking out in boils and blisters. The sky became black as it was filled with locusts and it became dark for three days, the worst storm ever in Egypt.

God was giving the people ample time to listen to Him, some did but Pharaoh refused. So God was about to unleash the most dreaded plague of all after Moses gave His last and final warning. I cannot imagine the hearts of the parents who were about to face their biggest nightmare. The final plague would bring Egypt to her Knees and bring chaos they had never known. God was about to judge the Egyptians by sending the death angels throughout that land to take the lives of every firstborn human and animal. The Israelite’s were instructed to slaughter a lamb that evening and paint the post of the door above and on the sides with the lamb’s blood. If the angels passed by and the blood was not applied, the firstborn would die. That night, wailing was heard throughout Egypt.

It hit me! Here we are in the middle of the worst event we’ve ever faced, not just in America, but globally. We refused to listen to God in the past. We’ve taken Him out of everything and deemed him a mere fable. This Passover, Jesus is among us and He has entered with His peace that passes all understanding He comes humbly to remind us that our Father God comes to bring judgement for our great sins. But God is merciful and will extend mercy to those who believe as He extended mercy to the Israelites. This Covid-19 is serious! Within it are not only sickness and death, but forced business closures and financial markets coming to a halt and an unprecedented panic. I do not want to presume God’s intention at all during our time of distress, but I read between the lines. Murdered babies, sexual preferences not ordained by God we have replaced God’s word with our own word making everything acceptable and making it legal and right. God has EVERY right to judge mankind, His own creation. I believe God is showing me that we should ready ourselves for Him to transform us from our old ways of being.

God is merciful and God is still in control! He is with us and I believe He will clean up the hearts of man. This is personal to me because of the situation I am in at the moment. So, what would I do if I saw Jesus riding into my city? I don’t have palm branches, but I do have my two arms and I would run to Him and shout, Hosanna , Blessed is the one who comes in the name of the Lord! I would find my own donkey and without arrogance spread the gospel of Christ with humility in service to God. Therefore, I now understand what I was supposed to understand, this is not about us at all. It’s about the One who created us and He will clean His planet from everything ugly and impure. He is just to give us this time to rest and to think about what life is really about. We always resort back to our given ability to love and help one another. He is taking away that which has taken over our lives and destroyed families and bringing restoration. The transformation is coming…..

Random “Lock down” Thoughts

It’s Friday, April 3rd, 2020. A lot has happened this week alone. This pandemic has altered so much of our lives in so many ways. Nothing seems to fit anymore and it’s going to take some getting use to. It feels like life has been put on hold and I am just sitting here awaiting instructions to the next phase. It is really sad actually, and these four walls seem to know me very well by now. At times, it feels as if they are slowly closing in on me or worse it feels like a cage. It even feels like a lockdown within a lockdown whatever that is suppose to mean.

Still, there are those who are not obeying the corona laws and for that reason the police put up barricades at ends of roads to check your license and ask for a permission slip from your job meaning that is the only reason you can be out at night, coming from or going to your place of work. The Stimulus package has yet to be given to any of us after finally getting it passed. Many are without jobs, now money. We can’t sell because no one is buying and we can’t buy without the funds being available. I have had to lay aside my pride and apply for food stamps but now our State has claimed there aren’t enough funds in the bucket to help everyone in need.

It’s grim and growing worse by the day. However, I am thankful, beyond thankful, that a miracle happened to me this week which I explained in my last blog. It’s keeping us afloat for now. But I am not losing hope. I dare not lose hope. It keeps joy inside my soul. However, these uncertainties are growing daily multiplying faster than we can try to solve. There is rumor of another strain of this virus leaking out. But there have been mounds of rumors and we just sit and wait for anything remotely good to come our way, and I am believing it will. In the mean time, it really isn’t impossible to live under this lock-down law not for me anyway because my kids are grown and married and I cannot imagine being locked down with little ones who can’t go out. I am pretty sure they would be bouncing off the walls and I guess i would be too.

I do stay busy reading, quilling and playing with my cats. Let’s see, there is Anubis, Gray-boy, Lilly and Leo who are the indoor cats, then Shakespeare, and Velvet who demand being outside and they all are my pride and joy and each has their own personality which makes it very interesting at times. I do not watch much TV unless I watch something on YouTube being that TV is not fit to watch anymore. I especially love watching Jeremy Wade. I wonder if he is married? (scratches her head and hopes he is not.) I have this new-found crush on him and that British accent, well you get the drift. However, he is very entertaining, brave and keeps my mind off of the negative things that fight for my attention.

I will close now. I have some art I need to work on. My prayers are for our world.

Be blessed!

P.S. My eyes filled with tears as I closed my blog all while trying to swallow that lump that seems to want to stay right there in my throat. Please be safe !!!

A Ray Of Miracle

This crisis we are in is on a mass scale and life will never be the same again. It will reorder our society to rearrange itself either for the better or worse. So far, the financial crisis has taken its toll and we are doing things we never thought we would have to do. I’ve already mentioned about our business taking a huge hit in the last blog and it’s been devastating to my family. But we are resilient and will bounce back maybe not like we were before, because things will be different, but we will adapt to whatever is needed to be adapted to to make it. People are already separated from their jobs and friends, and that alone is shaking up our economy.

Today, I have two stories to share with you from yesterday’s events. I got out yesterday for the first time and went into a public place. I’ve been faithful to stay home and self quarantine with exceptions visiting in my back yard and hiking the woods. But, we needed groceries and I had no choice but to go. Everyone seemed spaced out, kind of like a zombic outbreak. They looked dazed and would not make eye contact, perhaps exhausted from the worries and burdens we have been forced to carry. No one was smiling and I suppose I wasn’t either. I tried to make eye contact so I could project a smile into their lives, but it was like a scene from a horror movie and everyone was in a different space and time. I went about getting the things I needed being very careful not to hoard. The shelves were being stocked, but food was flying off the shelves just as quick.

On my way home, my phone start going off from an emergency alert that had just been issued. The warning was that tomorrow, a state wide lock down would take place at 5:00. My heart skipped a beat only because it felt weird and so surreal. Today, my oldest son called the City Council to complain about stores price gouging and people roaming the streets as if nothing was happening. The Council told my son that today, April 1st, 2020 at 5:00 p.m. our State would enforce a State wide lock down. Just something about those words is entirely unsettling and it hit me hard and I thought, this is it. This is very real. My mind began to race about what will come next. However, my faith and trust in God is strong and even though we all are facing these strange moments it’s human nature to wonder and be curious. It’s not a lack of faith or trust. It’s reality and we must adhere to it. I just pray my people will obey the laws of the land, the new laws and just stay inside and be safe.

Now, I guess you are wondering about the title of this blog and what miracle I might be talking about. Yesterday before going to the grocery store, I called my bank about transferring the $2.73 to my new account that only had $0.69 cents in it. I had that money in my old account that was fraudulently hit and had to be shut down back in February. It’s not much money at all, but it’s something. After the lady was looking through my accounts, she saw something. She was looking at a savings account and told me she saw where there was $500.00 on the ledger account. I stopped her and told her I did not have a savings account, she then put me on hold, then came back and said I have good news for you.

In my mind I began to think about the scripture in the Bible where it says in Psalms 37:25, “I was young and now I am old, yet I have never seen the righteous forsaken or their children begging for bread.” She began telling me that over a year ago, I had signed up for a savings that I had totally forgotten about. But I had never put money into it, but she continued saying that the interest accrued and left me with exactly $500.00. She said, “Miss Jane, looks like someone has His angels watching over you.” I became so excited and could not contain the well of tears that flooded my face. I could not speak. She then told me that it is legit and there is $500.00 siting in your savings and with my permission she was going to transfer it to my checking. I did not think twice. We both laughed, we both cried. I told her she was the angel God sent. $500.00 may not seem like much to some as it did not for me over a month ago before my business was hit, but now, it is a huge bag of wealth and that is how I got to go to the grocery store.

I have still been trying to figure out where that money came from. There was only one penny put in there by the bank when I had opened the account a year ago. I really don’t see how interest could have grown that much in a year, but God has reminded me, “that those who wait upon the Lord they shall renew their strength, they shall mount up with wings like eagles and soar. They will walk and not grow weary , they shall run and not grow faint.” (Isaiah 40:31)That’s exactly how I felt yesterday after hearing this good news. My spirit within me wanted to soar and I might have danced a little by the overwhelming news, but it was indeed a miracle. I kept almost half for myself, and gave the rest to someone in need. I am not pinning roses on myself, but I feel strongly we are to come together in this time and help one another. God blessed me with a beautiful peace and reassured me that He will never leave me nor forsake me. I could not keep this to myself, I had to share.

Be blessed and be safe…