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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.

This is RENEW In basic primary colors to signify getting back to the basics In Christianity, the butterfly symbolizes the resurrection of Christ. “For the trumpet will sound, the dead will be raised imperishable, and we will be changed." 1 Corinthians 15:52. The “church” is changing. As a caterpillar disappears into its cocoon, appearing dead and after a time it emerges, transformed into something more beautiful and powerful, a butterfly. "So will it be with the resurrection of the dead. The body that is sown is perishable, it is raised imperishable; it is sown in dishonor, it is raised in glory; it is sown in weakness, it is raised in power; it is sown a natural body, it is raised a spiritual body." 1 Corinthians 15:42-44 The church belongs to Jesus, who not only is in charge of it but knows what He is doing with it, is now being reborn into Him and without our needs for separate religions in structures used only to sanctify our ceremonies. These rings on the sill are symbolic as coins on a headstone Along side a bud vase with a cut and dying flower. Ephesians 4: 11 “So Christ himself gave the apostles, the prophets, the evangelists, the pastors and teachers, 12 to equip his people for works of service, so that the body of Christ may be built up 13 until we all reach unity in the faith and in the knowledge of the Son of God and become mature, attaining to the whole measure of the fullness of Christ.” It is important for our personal well being as a community and for our collective family of God to act on “what would Jesus do? Well.... Luke 14:6 says, "Jesus went back to Nazareth, where he'd been brought up and as usual he went to the meeting place on the Sabbath." Imagine what would happen if we all showed up and were ready to pray and worship Him together? New meeting place… hmmmm… have a seat. Lets talk to Jesus together. Until the other side then. ~Denise

t says in Psalms 97:2 Clouds and thick darkness surround Him; Righteousness and justice are the foundation of His throne" and His spotlight is upon the earth and His Children. And it is combined with Amos' 7:8 And the LORD said unto me, Amos, what seest thou? And I said, A plumbline. Then said the Lord, Behold, I will set a plumbline in the midst of my people Israel: I will not again pass by them any more... This is called Spotlight. God sees. As I painted this, it was done as I was shown. The map, the plumb line remains true, and all work must line up with it bringing His children together. Making a difference. Staying in His light.