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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.”

l awoke from a dream adventure of starting a new leg of my career. I was surprised it was happening as I had long since retired. It was only at the urging of the Holy Spirit that I accepted the challenge because He said they needed me. I saw myself walk into the sunny, tropical plant filled atrium and stand to the side as the supervisor was giving his Monday morning speech to the employees. He spotted me. There was instant fury from him which caused his speech to now ban any and all Christian influences in the workplace. Including that the standing Christmas tree would now be referred to only as “the tree.” I found his reaction odd as I did not recall who he was but felt his familiarity and I knew to remain silent. When his weekly rally call was over, I walked over to meet with my new team just as this supervisor sought me out. He began challenging my expertise and even followed me into the all-windowed bathroom where I thought I could elude him. Throughout it all I said nothing while I contemplated why these windows were a tint of green. He then followed me back to my table for four where two workers were now sitting still “laying down his law” and demanding my compliance. In his vehemence, he broke all office etiquette rules and even as I knew his face, I did not know him. When the supervisor finally had his say, or maybe it was his fill of my silence, and left me that I questioned two of the workers as to who he was and what was that all about. They said nothing. It was when itcwas obvious to them that I had no clue to why the trouble, that the one worker pushed a notepad across the table towards me saying “write this all down.” I began. And as I began I noticed a woman who was sitting and observing all of this. She offered no interaction in what was transpiring. She was there as only a witness. As the supervisor returned, ready for round two, I raised my right hand and said “Stop. I have documented your behavior and am taking it to HR.” He instantly ceased. The dream was over. The message was received. —————////——////—————————— The new job… the Prayer of Jabez in full swing. (1 Chronicles 4:10) The supervisor… a demon oppressed person. And by not responding, I have no conversations with the thing that leads them. (Revelation 12:7-9) The bathroom retreat… human instinct to take everything personal. Even when its not. The glass… internal insight. Being green… my soul grows well in the greenhouse effect God has me in. The request to “write it all down” … is my assignment. And HR? Who else but the Holy Spirit! The observing silent woman… one of the cloud of witnesses ensuring I carry out my assignment. (Hebrews 12:1-2) and I hear as I write “that good old 1-2 punch.” Raising my right hand… As in Isaiah 41 The Helper of Israel… because God holds my right hand with His right hand, I am always looking upon His face and in His protection and live by and under His authority. Thank you Jesus, I will continue to prepare.

“Something borrowed. Something blue. Something extraordinary. Something true.” Echoed in Dolly’s thoughts as she reached beyond the mundane to recreate the dream she had since a child. She had a poets heart and an artists eye and yet her logical mind honed by instincts in the basic survival one needed to “pay the bills.” This was her extraordinary. At the end of her day, she just wanted time go home. She hadn’t found it yet and the dream lingered throughout her many assignments. For eons it seemed she had searched for the right house only to find designs out of the “Big Box” stores and all painted in “greige.” So she settled for rentals. This was her borrowed. She still trusted in God that the vision was from Him. God saw her unwavering faith and reminded her in John 6:37, “All that the Father gives me will come to me, and whoever comes to me I will never cast out.” just as her employer sent her on assignment to a small northern town that she saw it! It was blue. It was old. Not like 30-40 years old, but a hundred years old. And she knew she had come home when she walked into the bedroom. Here was the sanctuary from the “black and white, everything must be logical” life like a halcyon bird building her nest in the crashing waves. Here is where she could retreat to restore her soul, and her life back to who she was born to be. An artist painting the hope of Jesus. This was her true. And then her phone rang…

When tasked with writing my thoughts on this statement… I rallied to it! And You Are? When presented with pictures that evoke abundance in two very different forms, luxury cars in front of an extravagant home (proposed as bad) or a property filled garden with a small home (proposed as good) telling, not suggesting, what I need, I feel the need to rail back (on the inside), “And who are you? And who are you that determines what I need? You don’t know me.” It is my thinking that “we are all made in His image” is not a mantra for cult or communal behavior. It is also my thinking that life is not a one-size-fits-all, or even most. Back in the day, I lived as I thought when as a single mama, I chose to live away from the government grid while I worked to pay my way through trade school and while I raised my children to excel in our circumstances by choosing what they would bring in to their lives. Wealth in itself is not evil. God uses and chooses whom He blesses and how he blesses. A horde of luxury cars does not denote that “a deal with the devil was made” anymore that I can be assured that no chemicals was used to grow this lush garden. I would choose neither of these massive amounts of abundance for my life. And yet, I count on those with these cars to continue to create the jobs that sustain others in their local and larger communities just as I hope that those with this massive produce photograph sell, share, and donate to provide the foods while I enjoyed a career of providing power to both. Because I abide by 1 Thessalonians 4:11-12, “and to make it your ambition to lead a quiet life and attend to your own business and work with your hands, just as we commanded you, so that you will behave properly toward outsiders and not be in any need.” It is a given for me and mine, that as God is our source. He supplies all that I need. Always has, always will. And I will not rail back but walk away shaking my head with a simple “meh?” ~Denise Rand Dahlheimer and by the way... and why is this Prophetic? Because this perceived notion of what we need is making itself known again

I woke from a dream Reminding me God is good A cake was unwrapped And we were together again Reminding me God is good ~Denise Rand Dahlheimer

In a divine moment of clarity, I created the cover that states YOU ARE A CHILD OF GOD know your worth control your emotions never settle And for the last few days He has been pinging me on it and the need for self control. I should have known this would be coming as I just started a lifestyle of fasting. Yes, I like it. But at first I thought it was as the “red car syndrome” as the new year entered in with the usual ads that “self control will fix all your problems.” And it does, to an extent. We as mere mortals, albeit intelligent, aware, with opposable thumbs, who prefer to take credit when credit is good, or relegate blame, offenses, and mistakes upon others when the credit due puts us in a harsher light. For us as Gods children we need to keep moving up the path, humble in the good stuff and accepting correction (owning) of our lesser behaviors. The Holy Counselor has been using this time of resolution to ask us to look not just at the scales but at our interactions with others recognizing that “they” are a lesson or a blessing for us. Yes, when we encounter a problem, the problem is most likely part of a conviction upon you in the works. Today we read James 2: 23 Anyone who listens to the word but does not do what it says is like someone who looks at his face in a mirror 24 and, after looking at himself, goes away and immediately forgets what he looks like. 25 But whoever looks intently into the perfect law that gives freedom, and continues in it—not forgetting what they have heard, but doing it—they will be blessed in what they do.” 🎵 They will know we are Christians by our love sings the song and as we interact together they should see Jesus. Or will they will walk away never to go through His door with a distaste for “religion?” We don’t have to settle for having a bad day. The angel told Elijah who also was known for having a n occasional bad day to lie down, take a nap, then eat something. Denise Dahlheimer From the group Tell Me a Story About Jesus.

The foal’s eye lights up as it knows who it carried upon its back. The King. And I am transferred back to the story of the day our Lord rode the foal through the crowds as The King as the disciples hailed,“Blessed is the king who comes in the name of the Lord! Peace in heaven and glory to God.” A time of peace resulting in a moment of terror. It was necessary to save our souls. And now in my thoughts, I hear the song “Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; he is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; he hath loosed the fateful lightning…” and I am aware that the final battle is soon. A moment of terror ending in a lasting peace. It is necessary for this is dominion, Jesus style.