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🎶 “Rain. Rain go away. Come again another day.“ Well it did! It's raining again. Mama said that there’d be days like this and we do our best to be prepared. We buy umbrellas just in case. pocket size, purse size, back pack size, giant-who-cares size. All in protection from the elements of which we have no control. But about those umbrellas... sure they keep you covered as well a doing a fairly decent job of insulating us from the experience. Have you ever noticed people walking in the rain with an umbrella? They look at their feet! They trust their feet to take them where they need to go. Be it one step, two steps or twenty-five steps to the curb, they trust their feet that they will know when they get there! Oh but what all have they missed along the way?! How far did they go before they realized they missed out on the entire walk? And what did they miss? Flower shops exhaling things that candle makers dream of. The bakery shop window enticing the child in us with visions of a sugar land retreat. Oh the shoe store! We missed the smell and remembering the feel of new shoes! Awww and we missed having a rare personal talk with our kid as we hustled ourselves out of the rain. The group Casting Crowns sings "Praise you in the Storm and it plays in my heart as I paint this. 🎶 "I was sure by now God You would have reached down and wiped our tears away, stepped in and saved the day. But once again, I say “Amen” and it’s still raining As the thunder rolls I barely hear Your whisper through the rain “I’m with you”. And as Your mercy falls, I raise my hands and praise the God who gives and takes away. And I’ll praise You in this storm. And I will lift my hands for You are who You are no matter where I am. And every tear I’ve cried You hold in Your hand. You never left my side and though my heart is torn, I will praise You in this storm...". My thoughts continue of the 23rd Psalm, "The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. 2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. 3 He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake."and even as the still waters get disturbed by rain drops, with God, rain is a blessing. It says in Acts 4:17 ”Yet he has not left himself without testimony: He has shown kindness by giving you rain from heaven and crops in their seasons; he provides you with plenty of food and fills your hearts with joy.” He sends to you The Comforter, The Holy Spirit, to get you through the tough times and makes your joy full in the good times. T his oil is called 'Jump. I AM with you.' The only way through the storms is to praise Jesus for them. The following is a prayer to finding the only true and real counseling you seek. O Holy Spirit , I have my own expectations about what I should and should not do. I now surrender to You my ideas, my limitations, my preferences, and my goals. Fill me, Holy Spirit, with all Your supernatural gifts! Empower me to accept and grow in the supernatural life as much as the early disciples did. I want to be useful to You. I want to go where You lead me. Holy Spirit, send me forth gifted and empowered to make a difference spreading the Good News of God’s forgiving love. Come, Holy Spirit; renew me. In Jesus’ name, Amen! Enjoy the rains. Enjoy the puddles. Just enjoy. Umbrellas can be turned upside down to catch blessing after blessing after blessing. Throw down the insulator, trust Jesus, the clouds will go. The SON is peaking through wanting you to just look up. Ask! in closing, Psalms 119:18 Open my eyes, that I may behold wondrous things out of your law. see you on the other side. Jump! prints & giclees available at https://www.propheticsgallery.com/store-warehouse/art_print_products/store-warehouse-061oji7-0go

Galatians 2:2 says, " I have been crucified with Christ. It is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me. And the life I now live in the flesh, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me." This is called Surrendered Faith. It's easier than you think to just let go and let God. He knows. Let the Holy Spirit show you how. Let Jesus love the fear out of you. Till the other side, then.

The satanic influencers have always been here and more than eager to grab the attention our curiosity compels us to give to it. In the movies, in music, in the church, in the schools, in the government, and on occasion, to close for our comfort. And even on ships. On our much-needed time out, my beloved and I encountered, aboard an idyllic cruise, more of satan's influencers. It wasn't what they said, for they said nothing. They used words on their clothing to promote their feelings. The words were angry, insulting, offensive, and ready to pull the trigger on those who don't know better. Yes, I saw them. Yes, I looked at them. And I felt the hair-trigger ready to spring. And I went to my neutralizer, the Holy Spirit, and let Him rise up in me. And then! I looked UPON them. I saw pain. I saw disappointment. I saw, "look at me, look at me, look at me, PLEASE?!" And I did. To those the Father pointed out, I was led to not say a single word other than to be the first to make eye contact and to say "hi!" with just a grin. I thought great! Easy enough! Woohoo! Easy lesson. It was easy, to just be me, just walking through with Jesus. And do you know what happened?? The first time the eye contact took them by surprise but they returned the "hi!". And as I began to see them more often, the greetings got easier and small grins turned to bigger grins. Wariness was still there but the shell had been cracked. Yep, I saw first hand Jesus seeking the 1 in 99 in action and all I had to do was keep my opinionated thoughts to myself. While it wasn't easy for me to see the human behind the mask, God used my willingness to be a vessel to shine His light as a good, good God who loves all of us. Was I to go into this unaccompanied and unawares? Nope! I knowingly walked with angels as well. And knowing this was a big deal!! By saying nothing, I angered the enemy to the nth degree. It threw darts at me of my worst fears. In my sleep it tortured me with horriffic dreams. Yes I prayed for protection. Yes I prayed the shed blood of Jesus over me and mine. Yes I prayed for as many as I could to thwart evils attempt to overthrow the mission. It got so bad that I began drowning in the "what-if's" and it was awful!! Evil tried to go all out and convince me of impending doom and death and to quit being nice to its hostages. And then I prayed for just me. For Jesus to love on just me. And He asked me to send a note to my friends. Linda, a truly mighty no-nonsense warrior responded back by sentencing this assault to Jesus Himself. And just like that, the torture all stopped. The interactions with a particular hostage became more frequent and at last it came with a friend. And I saw a crack in the mask caused by the Love of God. The lesson was to be a vessel. Not a preacher, or a judge, or a teacher, or anything but only me, just a vessel. Just to show up so that Our Father who pursues all lost sheep can use us in circumstances by divine design to cause them look up and see Him. Jesus refers to Himself as the Good Shepherd, saying, “I have other sheep that are not of this sheep pen. I must bring them also. They too will listen to my voice, and there shall be one flock and one shepherd”, John 10:16–17). Then in verses 27–29 He says, “My sheep listen to my voice; I know them, and they follow me. I give them eternal life, and they shall never perish; no one will snatch them out of my hand. My Father, who has given them to me, is greater than all; no one can snatch them out of my Father’s hand.” Because we all matter to Father. And being of the 99? Are we relegated to the plight of the oldest child syndrome, steadfast and stalwart requiring little but always responsible? Nope!!! We get all the perks of being the teacher's pet.

As we pulled out of our garage to embark on a 12 day road trip, we stopped and prayed for Gods blessings and to be kept in His pocket of safety (as my mom had taught me) on the road, in the stores, on the ship, and on our adventures. He heard. He provided. When we were driving we would notice that we were indeed in a space pocket. When we were in a line, or queue, we would notice there was a space pocket around us. It never ceased. It never failed. It was crazy cool! He honored our request per His promise in Psalm 46, “God is our safe place and our strength. He is always our help when we are in trouble. 2 So we will not be afraid, even if the earth is shaken and the mountains fall into the center of the sea, 3 and even if its waters go wild with storm and the mountains shake with its action.” Thank you Jesus!! Where you go, we go.

From Ezekiel 16:11 "I adorned you with jewelry: I put bracelets on your arms and a necklace around your neck, 12 and I put a ring on your nose, earrings on your ears and a beautiful crown on your head. 13 So you were adorned with gold and silver; your clothes were of fine linen and costly fabric and embroidered cloth. Your food was honey, olive oil and the finest flour. You became very beautiful and rose to be a queen." What a perfect verse describing a most beautiful Italian woman who commissioned me to create white hydrangeas for her. ...when you walk in a dream but you know you're not dreaming signore. Scusami, but you see...that's amore! Vita Bella! sings Dean Martin and yes she lives a beautiful life filled with love. As always, I prayed before starting and I was intrigued by the long strand of black pearls I saw and learned that they are a symbol of hope in healing wounded hearts. Hovering over it was a diamond encrusted butterfly brooch hovering in the early morning mist symbolizing the essence of emergence. And this one’s ruby body evoking the vitality, life, passion and fire she pours into her gardens and creating the Italian cibo d'amore, food of love, the manna for so many. How fitting and appropriate. Here is the 24x36 oil called Radiate. For she who radiates the truest sense of "feed my people". This woman loves as she lives as in John 6:35 Jesus said to them, “I am the bread of life; whoever comes to me shall not hunger, and whoever believes in me shall never thirst." And the circles? Hebrews 1:14 “Are not all angels ministering spirits sent to serve those who will inherit salvation?” Yes they sure are! And I was shown that she is surrounded by them. As birds of a feather flock together so goes it with the Lords agents. Linda’s home embodies and evokes her welcoming heart and no one leaves hungry. Not in mind, body or soul. Blessings and what a joy this was. Dio e buono! Yes God is good!

And then there is Art BEYOND the canvas at my Art on the Outskirts by Denise R Dahlheimer Art_On_The_Outskirts Studio 😀 I wanted a multipurpose folding table and I had the idea to create a crate lid. I like it!

Preacher Ryan LeStrange asked... I pondered and agreeably answered "thats right. so when it was suggested I paint pretty picture’s instead of what I see as a seer to get more likes… I decided deep calls to deep and paint what I am shown. God likes my pics on His fridge 😊 And it was a good lesson in recalling why I am here❤️" It was a good lesson! I rarely paint the sought after "pretty" because thats not my path or my job. Granted it would be a boon to my ego to have the likes, the loves, and the wows but what I get instead is the trueness of the meaning of DEEP CALLS TO DEEP. But when the ego reigns, the Holy Spirit wanes. Yep, my art, like my blog, is for those who have more than a minute to spare to join me in seeking Him with the word in Psalm 42, the psalmist expresses the fact that his soul was in deep need of God. The psalmist calls out from his place of profound need for the unfathomable greatness of God. A deep need calls for a deep remedy. I have such a deep need. It was a wonderful, wonderful lesson and I am in deep gratitude of it. And my feelings survived.

I came across this read in Quora and agree with not the original statement but the rebuttal!! Spot on! Do spirits or ghosts ever follow people home? If so, how do they do it? First answered. ..." In my opinion…I was working in the old Northwood Cemetery when I spotted a tombstone off by itself, 1864. I told it that it looked lonely all by itself, and it should come home with me, because I had a ghost in my house that I got along with.On the ride home after work, there was something cold sitting on the center console of the van, and sure enough, I had another ghost in the house.When I moved, they came with me, so I am never alone." Signed, the mad scientist. This person has been duped. Denise ---------------------------------------------------------------- REBUTTAL BY SAM Mndza ·on Dec 18 "I'll comment on this from two prospectives, as a Native raised in the medicine ways (member of the intertribal *traditional ceremonial community) and now as a reformed Christian.My people were here before Sci-fi channel ghost hunters were regurgitating superstitions born from early 1900s literature and TV shows like the twilight zone. Most of what Americans believe about the spirit world is a combination of creative writing and movie/TV production and church tradition. There's some cultural lore sprinkled in there as well, but not much. But before that, our people had been interacting with and developed ceremonial processes to address the reality of the spirit world. Our grandfather's knew the inherent danger of this world and went through great ceremonial lengths to guard against these spirit beings that were NOT human. Unlike the American in 2022, the Miwok, Lakota, the Chumash and Apache (hi!) knew there were at least three worlds that interacted with one another. A place where the spirit-beings came from/are, a place where the human spirit went in death and Earth, with different levels within those realms. We also knew there was a Creator, or God over all the creation. Now, take my cousins for instance, the Diné (Navajo). They believed that nothing of a dead man's spirit remained on earth when going into the spirit world accept the “unnatural things" like hate, sickness or jealousy, essentially leaving a demonic energy on earth that was not that person, just a shadow of sorts. The person's personality, love, mind, very being crossed over and was not called on again, as this was a great injustice. Everything belonging to that person was burned accordingly or “offered up" for that person. The CA Miwok believe its a moral good to honor your relatives, being careful not to speak their name soon after their death out of reverence for their crossing, again it being an injustice to try to bring them back. Ceremonies, usually sweat lodge and roundhouse, are done to heal hearts, to grow in strength and to suffer/sacrifice and pray, not for the dead but for your community, the living. To purge yourself of bad medicine so you can live with integrity and be useful to your community. Now, to give an example of how the the tribal community guards against the spirit world, a qualified community elected “door man" who has been trained, who has fasted the four days and nights no food or water, who lives with integrity, usually one who has risen to the higher stages of spiritual roles, he sits at the sweat lodge “door" or the “east gate". Armed with an eagle fan or clapper sick, whatever, it's his job to not allow people or spiritual entities from entering in from the outside world which would harm ceremonial participants. I've only seen this actually take place one time in 20 years of ceremony, where my elder asked an entity who they were, and verbally denied entrance. I could hear pacing outside the sweat lodge, vaguely see the shadow moving outside and listened to my elder create a barrier with prayer, song. In a nutshell, our people never believed the dead spiritually remained with us as ghosts. Not traditionally anyways. The spirits with us, are not human, and they must be guarded against, not sought out and can have devastating consequences once in someone's life uncontrolled. Western Witchcraft and new age practices are therefore exclusively banned from all real native ceremonies and communities, no one practicing such things is welcome to attend ceremony. “Making medicine" or spells, divination, incantations or the misuse of smoke offerings are extreme offenses because they are very harmful. It's something Natives never did.Now it was easy for me, once I heard the gospel and read with my own eyes the Word, to accept the gospel message, to know the Christ, repent, be baptized and make Jesus Lord over my life but that's another story. What is the biblical position about the spiritual, where people go when they die and what happens when we interact with them. Well, it wasn't surprising to find out that the word of God, the Christian Bible, conveyed truths that shocked me initially. They we're similar, if not in alignment with what the native people believe pre-america. That people die, and they cross and pass over a fixed gulf and are sent into the presence of a holy God or sent away into a different realm, hell. Natives didn't have the Gospel, Jesus later came to make that atonement for ALL and the gospel would eventually reach people like me but God had revealed himself to us prior, creation testified of the Creator and through ceremony and living holy we had to reconcile ourselves to him, like the Jew in the old testament law. Now we have the Gospel, and each man is called to repent, believe in Christ to be saved from death and be reconciled to him. What does the Bible specifically say about the dead? They're gone. It's appointed for men to die, then the judgment. The beauty of having Christ is that even though you deserve death because you are very unclean and sinful, his blood makes you clean. His perfect obedience, his righteousness, not your righteousness, is accredited to you and therefore there is no judgment. You go into the presence of God for all eternity redeemed. Now, the soul that rejects Christ. They die here but live. Your mind, your personality, YOU live. You physically die, then the judgment. Because there's no atonement for you, you must account for your unchanged heart, your sin, your life. You stand under the law, guilty and are put out from the presence of God, your Creator for eternity. People, human spirits, do not remain lost in limbo and don't sit on dash boards or couches or eat dinner with you. No matter how romantic and charming that is in the western mind. The dead are gone.Ghosts, spirits, entities that we may interact with here on earth are one thing and one thing only. They're inhuman spirit beings the Bible refers to as elohim. They were created in the beginning, fell with Satan to earth (Satan is not in hell, he's on the earth) and have one purpose until the judgement, to wage war on the people and image bearers of God. To steal away faith and belief in God, to keep man out of a right relationship with God, to destroy your flesh and lead us away into bondage, depravity and ultimately judgment. They thrive on our sin, work for our destruction and we suffer immensely because of it. They create religions, spiritual lies, practices and things that cause man to do idolatry and defile themselves. Look around our society, there's no love, it's full of perversion of the mind, sickness of the body and violence. We're seeing our neighbors being “handed over to a reprobate mind" where because of our rebellion and sin we're having the spiritual e-brakes taken off, our consciousness is being muted and we're exchanging everything that is good for bad, sweet for sour and prayer for drunkenness/intoxication. So, I can only say this. You don't have ghosts in your home. You have a broken heart and you're trying to fill that void with demons, not ghosts. Not a poltergeist, haunting or human spirit but even worse, very real entities that want to lead you away from the God who made you and put you in bondage. You don't need them, you need God. I've changed my whole life, I can't imagine waking up one day now and not having my heart just overfilled with the love and joy of knowing Christ, the living God who chose me before the foundation of the world to be his, and who made me a new thing. I'll watch for comments if you feel like reaching out. Don't exchange the living for the dead, you don't belong with the dead. Take a breath, fill your lungs and realize a God made you and that your very breath is a blessing because it's not yours, it's the breath of God breathed into you. And live." I love the smart ones!! Denise

I was led to read a blog by Ron Lindemann where he said “We have both the privilege and command to be carriers of the light in our corner of the world. We can hardly predict how God might use the witness we have to offer others, but we have been warned not to keep our light hidden.” We are warned… WARNED! To not hide Jesus to be used for our own personal use only. NOW!! Lets skip to the good part 😀 There is so much need to be loved for our unique selves. There is so much need to be unique. There is so much need to be seen. Be the light. John 5: 35 John was a lamp that burned and gave light, and you chose for a time to enjoy his light. He said, “Let your light shine before men, that they may see your good deeds and praise your Father in heaven” Matthew 5:16. That’d be His light in us, not our own. But can you imagine the wattage of combining the Light of God with the talents He blessed us with ?!! Whoa!! Beam me up Lord!! If you are talking against “the other side” of any topic, you dim the light. If you “cannot get past” a look or a style, you dim the light.

God gets my attention anyway He can. Symbols, dreams, that still small voice, songs, others, and so on. Whatever it takes to keep me on the path. The other day I was beyond frustrated with a repeating dilemma that I was sick and tired of and just wanted to run away from. Du put his hand on my head and prayed for God to bless the situation. As he prayed I heard music playing in my thoughts yes but it seemed to be coming from everywhere. It was so soft and low that I had to focus hard to hear it. It was the chorus in the song by Dido called White Flag… 🎶 “I will go down with this ship And I won't put my hands up and surrender There will be no white flag above my door I'm in love and always will be” Yes… for all eternity. Thank you Jesus that with you in me I will not surrender for I’m in love with my life, my people, my path and always will be.

And the rain fell and the floods came and the winds blew and beat against that house; yet it did not fall, because it had been founded on the rock.” Matthew 7:25 We prayed and pleaded the blood of Jesus to create a boundary of protection. We also prayed the blood line of Christ over ourselves, our family, our property. And then the storm came, and the rain fell and the winds blew. And left such a mess! ​I slid on my ​​rainboots, grabbed the wagon and began to pick up stick after stick. All wet but dead. No life left. Kindling. KINDLING! At that moment the Holy Spirit showed me that He heard our petition. And as I picked upon this multitude of dead sticks and branches the Lord showed me that so many of our beautiful trees were shaken free of any and all dead foliage that could cause harm to ours in the upcoming storms. There will be no tinder left to fuel destruction. The fires will go around us. Lord, I cover myself and everyone around me with the blood of Jesus. I cover all of the members of my family by name with the Blood of Jesus. I cover my home and my possessions, including my car, my finances, my marriage and my ministry with the Blood of Jesus. I cover the work of my hands with the Blood of Jesus. In the Name of Jesus Christ by the power of His Blood, I break off and tear down every power of the kingdom of darkness formed against me and cancel every argument in heaven that has established itself against the plans of God in my life. I confess that my body is a temple of the Holy Ghost, justified, sanctified, perfected and protected forever by the Blood of Jesus. I take authority over the plans of the satan in my life and reverse and break every plan and tongue that has formed against me and the Perfect plan of God. I call forth in the name of Jesus all of God’s plans and purposes for my life and my family for me and my house, we shall serve the Lord. Amen. St. Patrick's Breastplate Protective Prayer Christ be with me, Christ within me, Christ behind me, Christ before me, Christ beside me, Christ to win me, Christ to comfort and restore me. Christ beneath me, Christ above me, Christ in quiet, Christ in danger, Christ in hearts of all that love me, Christ in mouth of friend and stranger. I bind unto myself the Name, The strong Name of the Trinity; By invocation of the same. The Three in One, and One in Three, Of Whom all nature hath creation, Eternal Father, Spirit, Word: Praise to the Lord of my salvation, Salvation is of Christ the Lord

I have found through personal experiences that the art is inspired by the Holy Spirit it is anointed by God who loves and heals. For some it may seem like a beautiful thing that is pretty, evoking or just causes a pleasant feeling. For others that same picture or piece of art can take that all up a notch and minister to a deep need. Just as the Holy Spirit points all things to Jesus, so to are these creations a roadmap back to His heart. Sometimes these prophetic pieces reach out, grab your attention and jostle you into remembering your dreams of why you were born and where your path lies. They remind you that you are supposed to be here and you have a mantle to carry.

the Jesus Culture sings " Holy Spirit you are welcome here… I've tasted and seen, of the sweetest of Loves Where my heart becomes free, and my shame is undone In Your Presence Lord Holy Spirit You are welcome here…" I walk my path knowing I am freely walking with the love beyond measure in and to Jesus

Here is the story. I had decided to get rid of a wooden dining room set with four wooden chairs and was taking them to a consignment shop. On the way there I kept smelling cigerette smoke in my car. But I no longer was a smoker. I pulled my car over and checked the back seat to see what was burning. Nothing! I arrived at the shop and they unloaded the set. Wrote up the paperwork and back home I went. I got a call from the owner a couple of days later. Seemed that the shop had burned down the night I dropped off the furniture by a discarded cigarette. I trust God for everything so what did I miss? I didn't think I was in that big of a hurry to get the task done. I did not need the set anymore and I had no idea to give it to. Yes there is just one answer and yes I learned the answer. God always gives a heads up. God’s warnings are for our benefit – to help and guide us. Jesus warned His followers against sin and evil. He said: “Watch out! Be on guard” Luke 12:15