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I was reading the Dennison Forum about whats behind the reasoning for God’s word calling us to “trust in the Lᴏʀᴅ with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding” (Proverbs 3:5) Our understandings are tainted by our experiences and we fall prey to “philodoxy” which means the “love of opinion,” while we should strive for “philosophy” which means the “love of wisdom” And this brought back to my mind of a true story of two men in a bar arguing over whose truck was better, a Chevy or a Ford. The discussion got so heated that one kicked over his chair and stated, “when theres two opinions and yours is different than mine then yours is wrong!” When in doubt, go with scripture. “The fear of the Lᴏʀᴅ is the beginning of wisdom” (Psalm 110:10). To “fear” God is to revere and serve him in recognition of his omnipotence and holiness. This is the foundation to wisdom. The smart ones trust His opinions over their own. His opinion is always the last word on any subject. In Matthew 6 He even eluded to the woes of vehicles… where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal… 😉

I saw the abandoned dock and the aging boat rotting away from the results of Revelations 21:1 And I saw a new heaven and a new earth: for the first heaven and the first earth were passed away; and there was no more sea. Instead I saw the the sea of water replaced with an endless sea of new wheat. And this is A NEW WIND. From the northeast... a storm that may occur at any time of year but are most frequent and most violent between September and April. From Psalms comes this piece. 1 The earth is the Lord's, and the fullness thereof; the world, and they that dwell therein. 2 For he hath founded it upon the seas, and established it upon the floods. 3 Who shall ascend into the hill of the Lord? or who shall stand in his holy place? I dreamed of the green door and according to the times we are in it represents things hidden or unknown concealing secrets and truths. I saw in mid-air amidst the combination of the phenomenons of street clouds (a manifestation of earth's atmosphere in motion), the green skies of an oncoming storm and a child overlooking it all. The child as in Psalms 24:4 He that hath clean hands, and a pure heart; who hath not lifted up his soul unto vanity, nor sworn deceitfully. 5 He shall receive the blessing from the Lord, and righteousness from the God of his salvation. 6 This is the generation of them that seek him, that seek thy face, O Jacob. Selah I saw this door to be the ancient door of Psalms 24:7 Lift up your heads, O ye gates; and be ye lift up, ye everlasting doors; and the King of glory shall come in. 8 Who is this King of glory? The Lord strong and mighty, the Lord mighty in battle. 9 Lift up your heads, O ye gates; even lift them up, ye everlasting doors; and the King of glory shall come in. and Psalms 104:4 is being implemented as "He makes the winds His messengers, flames of fire His servants." But it is the child upon the rock as the innocent proclaimed in Psalms 37:37 "Think of the innocent person. Watch the honest one. The man who has peace will have children to live after him. 38 But sinners will be destroyed. In the end the wicked will die." PRINTS AND GICLEES available at https://www.propheticsgallery.com/store-warehouse/art_print_products/store-warehouse-rhtgt5nueqa

Show me your glory Lord! Ecclesiastes 3 stating "To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:" kept resounding in my thoughts as I worked on this piece as it revealed the representation of the blood drops shed by Jesus on Calvary for us that now burst open into a heavenly and powerful Corona Borealis, aka the Northern Crown spoken of in Isaiah 28:5, " In that day the LORD Almighty will be a glorious crown, a beautiful wreath for the remnant of his people . 6 He will be a spirit of justice to the one who sits in judgment, a source of strength to those who turn back the battle at the gate. " Be enveloped in His GLORY. And let's talk on the other side. ~Denise

This piece started out as a simple sunflower with petals intact, that soon gave way to the petals being cast to the wind as in 1 Peter 1:24 "For, 'All people are like grass, and all their glory is like the flowers of the field; the grass withers and the flowers fall." The word RAPTURE echoed in my thoughts, melding with Shakespeare's play, The Merchant of Venice character of Shylock. Shylock reacted out of deep pain, nee vengeance, that he would outdo the evil that had been done to him and would sink to his abuser's level of inhumanity when he spoke, "I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew's eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions; fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrongs a Christian, what is his humility? Revenge. If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example? Why, revenge. The villainy you teach me I will execute, and it shall go hard, but I will better the instruction." Shylock's desiring to return evil for evil and pain for pain offers no satisfaction or healing except further damage to his soul. His thoughts paralleled an ongoing trouble that reared its ugly head again in my life and tried to steal my peace. Somebody said something... as I contemplated it with Jesus, I noticed the sunflower's petals clinging tightly to the base of the flower as the offenses and the people tied to them. I gave them one by one back to God, reciting, "It no longer matters. It matters not. It no longer matters. It matters not..." In surrendering the injustices and seeking only to be one with God, my petals were not just cast into the wind but raptured out of the problem per His grace given in Romans 12:19 Dearly beloved, avenge not yourselves, but rather give place unto wrath: for it is written, Vengeance is mine; I will repay, saith the Lord. 20 Therefore if thine enemy hunger, feed him; if he thirst, give him drink: for in so doing thou shalt heap coals of fire on his head. (as shown as the coals burning an abyss into the flower's head) 21 Be not overcome of evil but overcome evil with good. Interestingly, the term "rapture" is not found in the Bible. According to W.W. Skeat's "Etymology of the English Language, 1879", "rapture" was coined by William Shakespeare, taking from Latin's "to be transported by a lofty emotion or ecstasy from the word "raptus." Which does align with 1 Thessalonians 4:17, "Then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Lord." Till the other side then, "Adieu! PRINTS AND GICLEES Available at https://www.propheticsgallery.com/store-warehouse/art_print_products/store-warehouse-1on7qvouggu

hmmm… I am to share here just as I was led to share with another personally notice anything in this? 😊 #shofar this piece came to me years ago but wasnt led to paint it until now. its now the time of the shaking of the pharoahs. because Gods children are calling to him - old school. our loyalty to what modern medicine now represents is considered as a pharoah notice anything in this? 😊 this piece came to me years ago but wasnt led to paint it until now. its now the time of the shaking of the pharoahs. because Gods children are calling to him - old school. our loyalty to what modern medicine now represents is considered as a pharoah. I often play this as I paint and pray for others. I have found that this causes me to get the mindset to hear how God wants me to pray “God answers my prayers because I pray for what he will agree to” https://youtu.be/ErxNX88lnzQ?si=RSCOXfLH2TjD7h5e

For the last couple of weeks I have been straddling the “victim” fence. At some moments leaning towards falling into its abyss. I rolled the experience back to the cross over and over in my shopping cart 🛒 and yesterday I think I managed to disable at least one of its wheels to where it wobbles when I try to pull it back when I got the nod from God about the reminder of who I am to Him, even if and even when. I am His child. Fearless! It is incredible how empowering it feels to remove the halo and go all in on letting go, which is only achievable through forgiveness.

I had a steroid injection into my spine. It was my second and I went in assuming that all would be well just as it was the first time which gave me 4 months of relief. The procedure went awry everything went downhill from there. I did not understand as I prayed throughout it. I still trusted God for His reasons. By mid-afternoon I felt awful and thoughts of a stroke loomed and caused further anxiety which took my eyes off of God. Early evening I gave in and Du took us to the local ER... I was sent into “the big room” where I was inundated with people, needles, and that life sucking blood pressure cuff. Cocktails of pharmaceuticals were injected into me, cat scan was administered, and there was nothing they could do to administer a patch to my spine to relieve the possible leaked spinal fluid and sent me to the St Cloud Hospital to a waiting hospital room… the anxiety was now 16 hours long, my bp plummeted and I feared going into a coma… they asked if I would like to see the chaplain. I said YES! Their plans were to put the spine patch in me and that the precautions after would keep me there longer, I trusted God. I slept. And when Rev Mark arrived I immediately sensed GOOD! My symptoms were now quickly subsiding as we had visited. Then I knew why I was allowed to be ill - to bless and to be blessed! To encourage and to be encouraged! This was definitely a two way blessing. I had a message from God for Him. He had a message from God for me. As we talked, he shared that he sensed I needed increased divine protection. I agreed. The evil one has been harassing me more than normal of late and God knew I needed backup. He anointed my head with oil and prayer. The four of us; God, Rev. Mark, Du and I prayed. I felt anointed. I felt the anointing oil seep into my being. I was restored. Thank you Jesus. I was able to leave a few hours later, patch free. All things for a reason. He gifted me with a copy of his book and its absolutely wonderful! It is his story of aligning himself with Gods will and experiencing the depth of Jesus’ love. AND THEN!! my message to the Chaplain? The piece called Ezekiels Gates. We delivered the original to the him and it was well received. Even chaplains need reassurance that their work makes a difference especially ministering to the sick and dying on a daily basis. Due to what he saw in the photos from my phone, he put me in contact with the committee that displays the art in the hallways of this large hospital. UPDATE! The head of the committee called! We are in discussions and this I know! God will have His way! If one piece helps one who helps thousands upon thousands, then to me… I am in alignment with my Father, my Creator, my Master Artist.

How big is your gift box in heaven? You know the one that is filled with your unopened blessings? James 4:2-3, states, “You do not have because you do not ask God. When you ask, you do not receive, because you ask with wrong motives, that you may spend what you get on your pleasures.” I heard a discussion once where “If everyone in the world received a million dollars tomorrow morning at 9am that one year from tomorrow at 9am, the rich would be richer and the poor would be poorer.” Do you know why? The rich already have “the toys” and would spend it on investments that caused them gain. Ask God to help you invest in your relationship with Him… “And my God shall supply all your need according to His riches in glory by Christ Jesus.” Philippians 4:19 The toys follow the motives baby 😉

I loved him and I lost him I am left with Surging in a lifetime of love At times I am given respite to Rest on the waves Of Forget-Me-Knots In a dramatic scene of 15 flowers buoyant in what is and 15 flowers flooded with what was not All while embraced in the grace of new life I smiled to myself… life matters. -Denise Rand Dahlheimer

1 Corinthians 8:6 states, "Yet for us there is but one God, the Father, from whom all things came and for whom we live; and there is but one Lord, Jesus Christ, through whom all things came and through whom we live." Where there is God, there is life. We have been studying the Prayer of Jabez again, and this is a "we" and not just me relaying lessons. And the blessings and observations have skyrocketed! A while back, we lost a 225+ year-old oak that the ants had taken out. We dealt with the mess, and the ants moved on... to the next weak spot, a prime cherry tree. We first noticed the ants this summer; with no barriers in place, they tried to infiltrate my home. Not happenin' sweethearts!! The exterminator was called, and he treated the colony to dispatch its satellite cells in one fell swoop. Unfortunately, irreversible damage was done and the cherry actually has a buyer who is happy to create new life out of it, albeit in a new plan. So much about this entire tree scenario smacks of current affairs. I am grateful to have a God who has instilled in me that He is the author of all my stories.

Its been a whirlwind life of “suddenly’s” since we chose to live a life of blessing and territory enlargement in Jabez style. The latest was to sell our dream “exit” house and build again up north We met with our longtime friend and realtor who took on this new adventure and mentioned that even though we are in a sellers market, the average listing time was averaging 57 days. The house sold in 5. I should not be surprised as 5 symbolizes God’s grace, goodness, and favor. Then the packing up started in the middle of planning the new house planning. It was hard, fun, bittersweet, exciting, and scary. The other day the scary got to me and I cried. I loved this place. But God has other plans to the tune of "foxes have dens..." And I know He gets my moment of despair for I was then nudged by the Holy Spirit to pray for someone else. I chose my teen granddaughter, Sophia. She had lost her pack with all her teen needs including her drivers permit. For days we looked, others looked, we prayed, we thanked God, we praised Him, and we trusted it would be found. Days turned into a week and her drivers training was looming and still the pack stayed lost. So I prayed. I whined to God "this is hard, I know it will be more than okay but right now all I need is your reassurance that you are in this. Please restoring the pack to Soph is more than enough for me." I dried my eyes, washed my face, picked up my faith from the pile of despair and went back to packing. This I know, that for everything there is a season and this is our season for a new path. It will be okay. I talked to her the next day and ta-ta-dahhh!! it was not only restored to her but it happened within minutes of God hearing my prayer. Oh Jesus its looking rough right now but you alone are worthy 🌹to make this land a new sanctuary.

A story. A blessing. And a reminder. Do you believe in feathers, dimes, birds, etc as a heads up from heaven? I do. Seeing dimes reminds me of how much I needed my dad. They show up at “coincidental” times. Today I sat down to do the budget and the checkbook and at first look it was not as expected. A withdrawal had been made that I had forgotten was due and wiped it out. I had the wind knocked right out of my sails. I sank in despair to God without words. And then I gathered my breath and commensed to figure ways around it. And the ways came. But it left me with little for the next week. But thank you Jesus. That task completed and the next began of sorting through old files. Du was enlisted to go sort through his stuff as well. As I sat on the bedroom floor with stacks of old files he says “lookit here!” and produces out of his stuff a hundred dollar bill! It was tucked inside the keepsake obituary of my dad. Neither of us recalled putting it there, let alone when it happened as dad has gone for 26 years. But there it was. I stood up, amazed at this unexpected windfall, and about to pick up a stack to papers to recycle and there lay a dime. Right there on the floor I had just cleaned. God is so crazy cool! Thank you Jesus! The care from my Father in heaven never fails to warm my heart. I believe God will use what He will. And this is what a dad would do. Matthew 7: 8 For every one that asketh receiveth; and he that seeketh findeth; and to him that knocketh it shall be opened. 9 Or what man is there of you, whom if his son ask bread, will he give him a stone? 10 Or if he ask a fish, will he give him a serpent? 11 If ye then, being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your children, how much more shall your Father which is in heaven give good things to them that ask him? ~Denise Dahlheimer

UPDATE! the prayer of Jabez… God has been making some serious changes in my life since Du and I started adding this to our morning meditations. The respect for who each of us are has deepened, and our viewpoints are becoming more vague, which is always a good thing when you contentedly wish that each other gets their wish. It also helped to pray “to keep me from evil” as we had 3 really odd things almost happen, each were stopped short. So we prayed over our house and property an anointing to bless and protect with the Our Father. And then a just 2 days later we came to the “idea” together that wouldn’t it be fun to build a barndominium. So we talked about it, unemotionally. We stuck to the facts, the logistics, and sought Gods opinion on it. Which brought us back to the logistics, or common sense. It was a good idea and it finally loosed the words that had been locked on the tip of our tongue. And we had asked God seriously in “enlarging our borders” and God heard. He knew we meant it. And just like that we have peace as instantaneously our 10+ years home became a house and we are looking to see what is next. After all, true joy in life comes through relationships, not through where you live or what you own. God is just so crazy cool. 😀

It was a classic April in Paris week for us in 2016. It was good to get away to catch up and catch our breath from life’s must do’s while shopping and touring. The three of us dashed into the nearest cafe to get out of the rain and as they were just opening, we had our choice of seating. I was hungry and ordered a hot dog. I was served not an American style but Oui! a french style!! A sausage on an open baguette slathered with the most amazing cheese and mustard. The mustard!!! The piece de resistance! The crushed whole mustard seeds, seeped into mayonnaise of the highest quality, and blended with fresh horseradish burned the experience into my memory. We three ladies, 40, 50, and 60 well seasoned and experienced years of age shared this hotdog with a glass of wine and chatted over the quality of life we witnessed in a homeless man and woman the night before. They had set up their “room” in a stores entrance. They had spread out a blanket, lined the V shaped doorway with their belongs and closed it off from the public sidewalk with cardboard boxes. We were awestruck in that we witnessed the most amazing evidence of people clinging to their dignity. How? They removed their shoes and left them on their doorstep. People are just crazy cool. And as raining in April in Paris… who cares?! Its Paris!! - Denise Rand Dahlheimer

I closed my eyes, sighed, and spoke to the youngsters gathered around me of what it was like to be born a seer. A seer is summarized in the dictionary as a noun and “as a person credited with extraordinary moral and spiritual insight.” And having lived this way for decades, I found it easiest to explain it best by comparing it to Charles Dickens’ novel A Tale of Two Cities, which opens with: “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness…” Light and Dark… both at the same vying for a choice of an uncommitted teenage vessel. Wanting friends and popularity, wanting to not be the freak, wanting to be the good girl, but mostly wanting to not see the unseen. At times it was fun riding the fence and choosing neither, yet both. To shut my eyes and “see” choices and consequences, or choices and rewards, and ignorantly lured by the king of this domain. If left alone I probably would have stayed in the middle of the road but evil is stupid. It keeps no promises. There are no cookies on the dark side, and its truths are terrifying. It shows its cards every time. These “cards” were now in the form of demons howling at me through my trailer house windows. Jeering at me through the eyes of the man I had married. I had been so young. Only 19 and was living a life of hell on earth. I was 19 and I couldn’t do it anymore. But God is good. He had allowed me my human choices. And very compassionate as He kept me on His radar. And even in the evil chaos that follows the human ideal of not choosing sides He stepped in to my little home and shone like lightening as He stood before me. I looked up into brilliance. I saw a tear sliding down a bronze colored cheek and I felt, no I knew! this was true love. I chose to go all in. To this very day so many years later, the vision of Jesus shedding a tear for me has never left me. My life since then, has been one adventure after another and throughout it all, I am still misunderstood, sometimes called a freak, but I know who loves me just as I know God didn’t make a mistake with who I am. I then opened my eyes, I looked these children in the eyes and I sang “Jesus loves you, this I know. For the Bible tells me so.”