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This looks long and I apologize. The word editor says it 3 minutes. Bear with as this is one of my favorite bible stories. 😊 Reading the bible and asking Jesus to walk me through it has put me in the position of a fly on the wall as I talk to Him about it as I read. One of my most favorite stories is the five loaves and fish story because it is so current!! It is the side story in it that just intrigued me about prosperity for nothing. Prosperity. Is it an illusion? Is it money? Is it health? Is it the proverbial carrot always being dangled to keep going? Keep reaching? For what? And then what? More? Ahhh... the human race on a constant gerbil wheel looking ahead. Jesus says that in Him and with Him there is always enough. Always. You know it! Look back and see how things got resolved. The money came through. The bills came and went. John 10:10 "The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I came that they may have life, and have it abundantly. I hear my grams voice saying “waste not, want not” in coaxing us to clean up our plates like in John 6:12 When they had enough to eat, he said to His disciples “Gather the pieces that are left over. Let nothing be wasted.” ... There is enough. Look at what you have. Bless it. Say thank you Father. And share. Yes there will always be more. Food will arrive. The bills will get paid. And just how do you "make" this happen? Matthew 4:4 But He answered and said, "It is written, 'MAN SHALL NOT LIVE ON BREAD ALONE, BUT ON EVERY WORD THAT PROCEEDS OUT OF THE MOUTH OF GOD.'" my gram sings 🎶 Be present at our table Lord. Be here and everywhere adored. These mercies grant that we May feast in Paradise with Thee. 🎶 Amen. This oil painting and its story is called Relevant for “there is not only always enough but then some” in depicting the story of Jesus being able to feed 5000 men from 5 small loaves of barley bread and 2 small fish from the book of John 6:8-13. How’d He do that? In verse 11 “Jesus then took the loaves, GAVE THANKS, and distributed to those who were seated as much as they wanted. He did the same with the fish.” ...13 So they gathered them and filled twelve baskets with the pieces of the 5 barley loaves left over by those who had eaten. And just as many thank the chef for a superb meal, these people wanted to make Jesus their king. 14 Then those men, when they had seen the sign that Jesus did, said, “This is truly the Prophet who is to come into the world.” 15 Therefore when Jesus perceived that they were about to come and take Him by force to make Him king, He departed again to the mountain by Himself alone. So they followed Him to Capernum! Why? More free food! Picture it! Its the morning after the big impromptu feast and as they seek Him out rubbing their now bellies for a free breakfast and the thought pops into my mind of attending time share proposals. “All you have to do is listen to our talk for 45 minutes and you can be entered into the drawing for a free pickup truck!!” Well how’d that work out for them? Just like it says in John 6:26 Jesus answered them and said, “Most assuredly, I say to you, you seek Me, not because you saw the signs, but because you ate of the loaves and were filled. 27 Do not labor for the food which perishes, but for the food which endures to everlasting life, which the Son of Man will give you, because God the Father has set His seal on Him.” Oh rebuffed!! Followed by the “oh you caught me! 😬” 28 Then they said to Him, “What shall we do, that we may work the works of God?” Followed by how to make amens. 29 Jesus answered and said to them, “This is the work of God, that you believe in Him whom He sent.” 33 For the bread of God is He who comes down from heaven and gives life to the world.” 34 Then they said to Him, “Lord, give us this bread always.” In this pic is a takeaway regal foil swan as we are sitting with the king! Along with the easily available, airtight and watertight storage container representing Gods Word which has an eternal shelf life. The lids off and we see the Girl Scout cookies symbolizing “knock knock anybody home?” There are others, Mexican breakfast pastries and the classic Easter traditional Hot cross buns timeless since the 12th century Anglican monk baked the buns and marked them with a cross in honor of Good Friday and added spices inside signify the spices used to embalm him at his burial. See?! Everything good always leads to Jesus. Bon Apetit! And let’s do lunch on the other side. ~DeniseRenee Dahlheimer https://artontheoutskirts.wixsite.com/home/post/holy-leftovers

Revelation 4:11 “You are worthy, our Lord and God, to receive glory and honor and power, for you created all things, and by your will they were created and have their being.” Yes God breathed life into all creatures. And what God makes is a beautiful thing. It says in Proverbs 12:10 “Whoever is righteous has regard for the life of his beast, but the mercy of the wicked is cruel." This proverb is very clear. Whoever is righteous will have regard for the life or the care of their animals, whether they are pets or livestock, the mercy and care given to those who care properly for their animals is very pleasing in God’s sight. And this beautiful boy here was blessed indeed and blessed in return. 😊 Meet Frankie Baby! “Scratch a dog and you’ll find a permanent job.” – Franklin P. Jones

So he said to the (paralyzed) man, "I tell you, get up, take your mat and go home.” This is from Mark chapter 2 about the story of the paralyzed man's healing. It is Powerful!! Incredibly powerful. His friends went to great lengths to get him there to see Jesus. They obviously cared about him or maybe they just need help at work, either way they all knew Jesus could help. And Jesus did! He saw the effort they had put forth and granted them their request. He said “Son, your sins are forgiven” And then the “authorities” piped up and tried to undo all of it by negating Jesus’ authority to forgive. How many of us use our crippling reasons or excuses to not make the move?" How many times have we felt the urge to make a call, do the thing, stick with what we know out of comfort or fear, not gift, not relinquish, not give in, not back down, not give another a second chance, refuse to see "it" from "their" point of view, hang on to ideals, or have hidden your love of Jesus rather than be laughed at…? Jesus not only negated these teachers authority but He did one better. He not only forgave the man but healed him as well. Jesus loves us. Jesus fights for us. Jesus always wins. And said (to you) Get up, take your mat. And go home. You either will or you won't... Whose authority will you abide by? Till the other side then.

John 5:14 says, "This is the confidence we have in approaching God: that if we ask anything according to his will, he hears us." True! Here I have tried to recreate a picture of what I see as I sit in my chair and read my bible out loud and I have seen it is true just as written in Psalm 66:17-20 - "I cried out to him with my mouth; his praise was on my tongue. If I had cherished sin in my heart, the Lord would not have listened; but God has surely listened and has heard my prayer. Praise be to God, who has not rejected my prayer or withheld his love from me!" Even though at times it seemed I walked alone, I knew I was not. Even though at times I reached out to others to what ... miserate (?) for there was not any co-miserating as often the trials I endured had not touched them. They could not empathize with my plight. No they never had a family member that could say that kind of thing. No they never could imagine a parent not standing up for them. No the thought of being ostracized for believing in Jesus was foreign to them. No they never lost anyone close to them. So I talked to Jesus. He understood. He had been through it. He assured me that yes I was loved. Yes God was proud of me. And even though all fall short of the glory of the Father, He still loves them all very much. In the back of my thoughts were or was it deep in my heart that "maybe someday someone will get IT" for what we sow so shall we reap kind of thinking tinged with a little "what goes around comes around' thrown in I fancied the thoughts in my lesser days. But as always God knows what He is doing and yes as always "God I do trust you! If "they" understood the misery I am in then I would be wasting our own one on one air time Father. I would not know you now as I do. Going through the trials has been my booster step up onto His lap and into His mercy. And now that I know this and "get" it, I am witnessing those who had seemed to have skated troubles are now going through it. And you know what? I feel for them. I can commiserate with them legitimately. I can point them through the shortcuts and straight on to Jesus bypassing the scenic routes. I care about them. Does it help to see them suffer and learn? No. Will I say "I told you so!" Absolutely not. Will I take their calls only at my convenience or whenever God says? For it is at Gods convenience that I live to serve. I will trust in the Lord always as The LORD is my strength and my shield; in him my heart trusts, and I am helped; my heart exults, and with my song I give thanks to him.” -Psalm 28:7 See ya on the other side then.

Stand strong and be of peace. This is Pomegranates and Chains of Solomon's Temple. This oil on gallery canvas is call Blessing.

Is it pass ON… the hurt or is it PASS… on the hurt?

The song 🎶 “nobody knows the trouble I’ve seen, nobody knows my sorrow…” fills my thoughts as I read this today.

No capital R and in quote marks as it is a descriptive adjective not a pronoun.

Looking through the eyes of love is the only way God sees us. As I finished up this piece I heard this song from Ice Castles and my heart leaked out of my eyes. What a blessing she is. The Song of Solomon 4 sings 6 Until the day breaks and the shadows flee, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of incense. 7 You are altogether beautiful, my darling; there is no flaw in you. Oh my Sophia, there is no flaw in you. what a treasured gift you are. I love you! ~nana

2 Peter 1:20, 21

My hubs was, as usual, out of town working long hours and in all the elements rebuilding bridges and came upon a heart shape divot in the concrete. He snapped a picture of it and sent to me to give a quick shout out of "hi! I miss you! I think about you all the time."

in 2019, my husband‘s, Duane, work sent us out to the Western Hills of South Dakota for four months. We were going to stay in the beautiful Spearfish area nestled in the pines. The campground was pretty nice and the owners were fantastic. I looked forward to going and whiling away my days painting and praying without the interruption of home and garden chores. I knew that we would be located between two large Native American reservations and the Holy Spirit pressed upon my heart to pray for these people, especially the missing women. I was led to walk and pray over the area we camped by daily for the Holy Spirit to bring restitution to this place here in the Black Hills per Acts 3:21 Whom the heaven must receive until the times of arestitution of all things, which God hath spoken by the mouth of all his holy prophets since the world began. It was dawning on me that I was being given a new task by God. This was aligning along with my prayer language recently changing into a softer more conversational Indigen sound causing within me an awareness of my soul having some pretty in depth conversations with the Holy Spirit. this included more vivid visions and a knowing that we were to visit the Devils Tower butte in Wyoming to pray for the land. Our times in the westernHills were great, lots of sightseeing, lots of communing with Jesus, lots of painting, and some traveling between there and home. Towards the end of our stay, I was led to go home and bring back a print of the piece I called Soar and gift it to the campground owner. She graciously accepted it and hung it in her home. We still had not been to the Tower as every time we ventured in that direction, the worst hail storms would kick up and ground us in a deep fog that would prevent us from seeing the monolith. it was starting to get weird. Supernatural weird. I prayed against it and left the weather conditions along with the timing of our Tower visit to God. It wasn‘t long and the day came when Du said he was being sent to another project and that we would be going home soon and if we wanted to see Devils Tower it was now or not at al. We drove over to Wyoming that next weekend and crazy enough! the weather was beautiful and clear as almost every other day that summer. We went. We sat amongst the prayer ribbons tied to the trees and looked out upon the vista and prayed. For the prayers offered up. For those that prayed them. For the land they lived on. Forvyhe memories it held. Mission complete and thank you Jesus for our time of respite here and to all the its glory to you and home to Minnesota we went to our regular lives of people, projects and home. The new work season of 2020 started with us being sent back to the Hills. Woot! Great! Since it was the pretty much the same area I made reservations at the same campground. Du was hoping for place a little closer so he would have little daily commute time. He was thinking Sturgis. Sturgis! The place of endless bars and lot’s of motorcycles! Nope! And the only place I found suitable for a long term stay had the craziest, goofiest name that I could not get past. So after “a talk“ we loaded up the camper and off we went back to the same campground as before. We had no more shut off the truck when the owner came running over and told me "now do not be mad but I had to give that print away." I told her that that was perfectly fine but why? She then told me the story of a lady that had come to stay with her during the last bike rally to recover from a fall. It seems every time the lady looked at the painting, Soar, she could see things in it that no one else could. She said it spoke to her soul. She knew it was for her and this feeling was confirmed to all of the household as she was healed of her injury. Well thank you Jesus! It was about two weeks into our stay when Du arrived back at the end of his long day and said we need to move on down the road to the Sturgis area. No!! Not to the land of bars and pavement and little else! But the job is the job and we moved. the owner came to say good bye and said it was a shame we had to go but hoped that we had enjoyed staying in one if three of her best lots. I asked her why it was one of her best? Well because of the view! with that I became aware of that for our entire time there, both years! We had a primo unobstructed view of the hills. Everyone else had views if another camper. I had completely taken it for granted! And in the usual Plains State style, we continued to say good bye for another half hour. At last we left. Onward and upward to the new site. Just as we hit the freeway, we saw a big RV camper lose its tow car and create chaos directly ahead of us. A sign! I knew it! We were nor supposed to go! But go we still went. As we pulled up to the new campground office to register, they explained that what we saw was the main campground, which by the way was not a parking lot and bar, and that people like us that were there for a longer duration were put in the back for peace and privacy. We followed the guy in his golf cart down around cabins to a small dirt road and went up into the trees. And all of a sudden we came around a bend and it all opened up into a terraced setting equalling the grandest of amphitheater's! And we were to be parked at the very top, alone on a terrace overlooking it all! It was almost paradise. Our days settled into routine and I sat at the little table and painted and prayed. i was awakened to the beauty of the Black Hills and would not take it gor granted again. One morning my attention was drawn out the window to someone peering at me from the trees mere yards away. I looked again! I saw an ancient man, a Native American warrior, dressed in buckskin type pants with his hair tied back. My attention was drawn me to light colored bracelet he was wearing on his left wrist. He held no weapons and His hands were open. Now having seen ghosts, demons and the supernatural for so long I rebuked him and sent him to Jesus. He did not move. I rebuked him again. He did not move. I asked the Holy Spirit "what gives?" I rebuked him again and spoke the verse from Romans 14:11 For it is written, “As I live, says the Lord, every knee shall bow to Me, And every tongue shall give praise to God". He knelt. So again I asked the Holy Spirit "what gives?" I heard "watch". I heard "listen". All at once he pointed to the bottom of the basin we were camping in and visions began streaming through my thoughts. Visions of an Indigen tribe enjoying their day together in the sunshine, singing, cooking and dancing and worshiping their Creator, our God. Their God, Same God. Children were playing. The time was in the later 1800s. The visions were of horse drawn wagons of missionaries arriving into this camp. People, who in the Name of God, berated these First People calling them “heathens“ while demanding the children to be brought to the mission school to be reformed. Ahhh! So thats why I was there. That was no sign on the freeway with the RV! that was a ploy by the evil one to dissuade us from going. It did not want us to pray for these victimized people who used to be let alone to stand in the gap for them and ask God to bless them, the area or heal the memories that this land was holding on to. I went outside and walked the entire basin area praying in tongues. For these people who left thus world more than a hundred years ago. To ask forgiveness for what once happened. To ask God to bless the time, the people, the land and in His mercies remove the seeds of ugly ignorance these missionaries left behind. This unretouched picture is where I saw the women dancing in a circle. It seemed like minutes but it was over an hour later when I went left to walk back up to the camper. As I left, I saw the vision of these women stopping their dance and wave at me in acknowledgment. I saw them. They saw Jesus in me. The gentleman was now gone. Whatever had happened was now in Gods good hands.. As you are a Christian... do the same in your own home and neighborhood. God does not care who said what or did what, healings need to happen.

WHAT IS A SEER.....? By Bob Jones What is a seer? A seer is everything. Prophets are the eyes, but seers are the entire head: eyes, smell, taste and feelings. That is what Isaiah 29:10 says: He has shut your eyes, the prophets; And He has covered your heads, the seers. A seer is everything. I like to use a hot loaf of bread to explain this gifting. With your eyes open, you can see it. But if your eyes are closed, I can tell you it is there, and you will be able to "see" it with your ears. I can put it under your nose, and you can smell it. I can put it in your mouth, and you can taste it. You can feel it in your hands. As a seer, you can move in all five realms, and because of that, you are more discerning. The enemy is never able to fully shut you down. The prophet can be momentarily blinded, but if the enemy blinds you, you will still be able to hear, smell, taste and feel. If the enemy comes against your feelings, you'll still be able to see, hear, smell and taste. A seer prophecies by all five senses, and so the seers move in stronger discernment. What does this look like? There may be times when you hear a prophecy, and a bad taste will come into your mouth. Your taste is discerning. "This isn't God". But other times when you hear a prophecy, you'll start tasting gold. Whenever I taste gold, I know, "Man that's it. I want to get all if this." God communicates with you through your senses. It takes longer to become a mature seer that to become a mature prophet, because all five senses are involved. You have to learn how to discern your feelings, because there will be times when feelings come to you in ministry and they're not your feelings. And if you take them personally, you won't be active. The one thing the Church has been taught against is feelings. But that's where you, as a seer, are the most accurate. You can take on how other people are feeling and know exactly how to minister to them. You can move right into their "living room" (their minds) and see what the problem is. You can feel what the person is feeling: depression, self-rejection, joy, anger, happiness. You can feel where they're coming from and know exactly what to go for as you pray for them. So the seer is really strong in deliverance ministry. The prophet can speak the future, but the seer can see what the people need to let go of in the past, tell them what the Lord is saying to them today, and declare what the Lord is offering them tomorrow. You can go right into their minds and see where the pain is coming from and what is still affecting and controlling their lives. Seers can help people forgive—usually themselves, help clean their minds out, and invite the Lord there. Seers can knock on a person's front door, come in, and visit with that person without saying a word. A prophet can only prophecy as the faith arises. A lot of times, a prophet is just a person who really comes forth in faith, and that faith activates him so he can speak clearly. That is what Nathan the prophet was. He prophecies by the faith that rose in him. But a seer can have all five senses. A seer can feel the strongholds of a town. If you enter a town and feel lust, lust owns that town. I you feel depression, it's a depressed place. As you come in there, you'll take on the feelings of that town, country, or person, whether they are good or bad. You'll know where there is self-rejection, because of what you feel. If you're ministering to somebody who has self-rejection, you'll feel it coming at yourself, and you must never take any of these things personally. One of the strongest things to minister to is spirits of self-rejection. Suicidal spirits come through these spirits. A seer will feel these things. if you think they are coming from yourself, you will be totally unprofitable. So you need to have all these senses sanctified and be able to tell, This is not me. I am not in self-rejection. I love myself. I can taste and see that He is good. You can also smell what's happening. You can discern what's wrong with a church or a city of even a nation, because you can smell it. You can smell sin, corruption, and holiness. That's what 2 cor. 2:14 says: "But thanks be to God, who always leads us in triumph in Christ, and manifests through us the sweet aroma of the knowledge of Him in every place." So you can smell the sweet incense of the Lord. You can smell His presence when He comes out of people, for the kingdom is inside of us. You can actually smell when a person really yields to God. (*Bob gave me this scripture after he took us to heaven in 2014 and I smelled a sweet floral fragrance. He said I was smelling myself. ) You can discern what’s going in with people through their incense. You can do it with your taste: "Taste and see that the Lord is good" (Psalm 34:8). You can do it through your feelings, through your sight, through the things you hear. Seers are kicked out of a lot of churches, because you are the least understood of all the gifts. You are one who feels like you don't fit any place except with other seers. Because of your revelation and dreams and the way God communicates with you, people think you're loony. But when churches reject you, they're bidding good-bye to their own mercy. As a seer, you are there for mercy. You are there to help bring healing to the people and show them what God is doing. It's time for the seer to come forth. The Church needs you. It is time for the seer to mature and be used.