Love Letters from the Lord: Volume 1
Copyright ©2011 Barbara Holmes
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Christian Life • Religious and Inspirational
Personal Growth • Faith • Self-Help
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Volume 1
As Recorded by
Barbara Holmes
To my husband Dave,
who has encouraged me
and loved me
these many years.
These Love Letters from the Lord are available as individual books or in a three-volume set. To obtain the full richness of God’s words, the publisher recommends reading all three volumes.
Volume 1 deals primarily with biblical concepts and includes beautiful modern-day “Psalms.”
Volume 2 continues with more psalms but also presents powerful parables as in the Bible, but with modern subjects and in modern language.
Volume 3 shows a new aspect of God. He describes everyday objects such as a trash can, a newspaper, a peach pit, or a weather vane. Then, He uses them to provide revelation about His Kingdom.
Scattered throughout all three volumes are vivid dreams and visions. Accounts of Barbara’s many personal healings and those of her son and husband are interspersed chronologically and appear in more than one volume for consistency.
Although the author’s entries may seem personal to her circumstances, these three volumes are for you, the reader, because the messages contain universal aud timeless truths of God's love for His people.
How do I begin to thank all the people who have helped me with these books?
First of all, of course, there is God who provided the content. I was merely the scribe for Him.
Then to Dave, my husband of forty-five-plus years, who has loved me when I was crippled and in severe pain and then rejoiced when God healed me. I also thank him for his computer help and countless hours of encouragement.
Right beside me were my three children, David, Rick and Jennifer, who helped me overcome fear about this project and loved me unconditionally. “You can do this, Mom” was their joyful refrain, and I am so very grateful.
Love and blessings to Gretchen Jackson, who invited me to Fishnet where I was healed. I then began to hear the words from the Lord recorded in this book. To Barbara Beitel, my precious friend, who prayed with such love for my healing.
I am grateful beyond words to Francis and Judith MacNutt for their fifteen years of praying for me. To Elizabeth Sherrill for believing in me, to Fr. Nigel Mumford for his powerful healing prayers, and to my prayer partner, Dr. Chuck Miller, my inspiration.
Five friends have played an enormous role in their hands- on help as well as their prayers and encouragement—Lil Rea, Ruth Wood, Dot Scott, Emily Schwenker, and Kathy Stoner-Lasala.
My gratitude to Dr. Norman Marcus, my dedicated doctor in New York City, who kept me going with his kindness and care. I’ll always treasure his friendship.
My brother, Dick Bechtel, and his wife, Pat, who have loved me through all the years these books have taken to be published.
Candy Abbott, my editor at Fruitbearer Publishing, with whom I share the love of our Lord. She believed in these words, and her creativity, enthusiasm, expertise, and love helped them come to fruition. Thank you, Candy. You are my spiritual sister in Christ.
And to all who read these “Love Letters” and are touched by their beauty and power, I thank you also. I am humbled to be the recipient of these words of love from our Lord.
In February of 1974, I survived life-threatening emergency surgery. I had just been released from the hospital following a routine hysterectomy when an artery “broke loose,” and I began hemorrhaging clots the size of grapefruits.
By the time I arrived at the hospital, I had no pulse at all, and I was basically bleeding to death. The doctors began transfusing blood into both arms at once. While they prepared an operating room for me, I saw on the wall in my emergency room my life passing before me in rapid-fire, film-like segments. Every day of my life. In full color.
Once inside the operating room, I felt myself suspended above the surgical table as they feverishly repaired my ruptured artery. I could actually look down and observe the doctors operating on me.
But suddenly, I heard a voice that said, “I’m not finished with you yet.” And something inside me knew I would live.
The following day, still in recovery, many medical staffers paraded past me, exclaiming loudly, “We didn’t think you’d make it.”
But I guess God had other plans.
My story you are about to read now continues seventeen years later. I invite you to join me in my journey-this love journey with God.
Our dear readers,
I call you that because God, the author, and I, the scribe, invite you in today to hear His words of love for you.
Please remember as you read that these words have been shared by our Lord for you, His children.
God began to speak these “Love Letters” to us (through me) the night I was healed, on Palm Sunday of 1996. Suddenly, with no warning, I was awakened from a sound sleep, and I turned on the light. The Lord began speaking the words you are about to read. Some nights there was only a sentence or two—other nights He spoke for forty-five minutes. But paper and pen have been my constant companions for these fifteen years since God healed me.
Apparently, it was His intention all along that someday I would share His “Love Letters” with you, His people—young, old, all races, new believers, seasoned believers, and yes, especially the skeptics. For those of you who don’t believe in God, He wants to speak to you today, for He is a God who cares about you deeply and longs to woo you unto Himself.
As I began writing down His words, I didn’t know the Bible well, so He began teaching me. The first pages are filled with biblical verses, along with concepts and truths. But always, always, it is His love that has been predominant.
In retrospect, His “Love Letters” very closely mirror a human love journey. In the beginning God was wooing us, telling us of His love and His plans He had for our relationships. He was always drawing us in and inviting us to know Him.
Later, His “Love Letters” changed to beautiful modern-day psalms and poetry with the intent, I believe, to draw us in even closer. He also now invites us to invite others in to know Him. Then, these words began to be given in the daytime, as well as in the darkness of night.
Again, just as with human friendships, as His relationship began to grow with us, He told us about Himself but in the form used so often in the Bible. He used parables to tell His story so we could see Him in our daily lives and experiences.
Then came a new aspect of God. He would show us everyday objects, such as trash cans or vacuum cleaners, a peach pit or a rose bush, or a tiny sandpiper on the beach. Then, He would use them as a launching pad to tell us more truths about His Kingdom.
Scattered throughout these volumes are visions and dreams so real and so amazing that fifteen years later I still recall every minute detail.
But no matter which way He chooses to speak to us, the thread that weaves His words together has never changed. It is love, always love. And that is why on July 3, 1996, when I
asked Him how these words were to be used, He immediately answered, “These are ‘Love Letters from the Lord,’ to be shared with all My people.”
And so I am being true to His request to include all His words. This is an unabridged love journey of fifteen years. For practical purposes, I have broken them down into three volumes by interspersing stories of healing, my healings, and also those of family members.
My prayer is that you hear God wooing you unto Himself and that you will know that you know that you know He is speaking directly to you.
But first I must share with you my amazing healing miracle.
I come to you today to tell you a story—a true story—my story—God’s story.
It is about a miracle from God—a powerful healing that took place, not two thousand years ago when Jesus walked the earth, but fifteen years ago, on Palm Sunday of 1996—and it happened to me.
This miracle did not take place in a stately cathedral, but in an inn—a Holiday Inn in Exton, Pennsylvania.
But I must backtrack so you can understand this miracle, this incredible gift of God’s grace. Beginning in 1981 and for the next fifteen years, I suffered from increasingly severe lower back pain and sciatica in my left leg. It was the result of two auto accidents and a herniated disc that pressed on a crucial nerve root. I had no ankle reflexes. My left foot was numb, cold, and blue from nerve damage. My pain was indescribably horrific.
So when our youngest child left for college in the fall of
1991, I underwent the first of eight spinal surgeries (two of them were six and a half hour fusions). But instead of getting better with each surgery, I got progressively worse.
• I spent the better part of a year in a hospital bed because of the debilitating pain.
• I ate all of my meals lying flat on my back in that bed.
• I wore a cumbersome back brace twenty-four hours a day for one year.
• I had two sets of heavy plates and screws implanted in my spine.
• I traveled by ambulance eight times to get MRI’s and go to doctors’ appointments because my spine was so fragile.
In September of 1993, I traveled to New York City and lived at my brother-in-law Geoff’s condo for nine months. It was so very hard being away from my husband. I spent my days at the pain treatment program at Lenox Hill Hospital, where I had daily physical therapy for my atrophied muscles. I was given eleven trigger point injections with no success. Because of a major limp that caused me difficulty going upstairs, I was forced to manually raise my left leg to join my right leg on the step. Also, I could not walk for more than half a block without experiencing horrendous pain. My face was always contorted because of the spinal cord spasms that fired off every thirty seconds. For a time, I lost control of my bladder and bowel.
While in New York City, I was referred to the top neurologists and orthopedists there, but no one could help me.
“Too much nerve damage,” they said. “Too much scar tissue.”
In desperation, I went to Memorial Sloan-Kettering Hospital, where five percent of non-cancer patients are accepted for pain treatment. The chief of pain anesthesiology there gave me a series of twelve nerve blocks, but again, they did not help. Meanwhile, I was prescribed potent narcotic drugs: first Morphine, then Dilaudid, and then they switched me to twelve Percocet a day, along with additional Oxycodone and five other drugs, just to enable me to function. I took these powerful drugs for almost three years.
In June of 1993, I left New York and traveled to Johns Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore, Maryland, where I had the first of three spinal cord stimulators surgically implanted in my back. These are high-tech devices consisting of an internal receiver implanted in my side, connected by a long wire to a lead anchor in the central spine, which connects to four electrodes placed on thin wires extending up into the thoracic spinal region. All of this attaches to an external transmitter. It cannot cure the pain but rather attempts to fool the brain into thinking there is no pain.
The first stimulator implantation site became infected.
Therefore, the stiumulator had to be surgically removed. The electrodes of the second stimulator malfunctioned and also needed surgical removal. The doctors held out great hope for the third stimulator as they swarmed around me after surgery, for I was the first patient ever at Johns Hopkins to have the new eight- electrode model implanted. Yet, it also failed.
So, in spite of the huge doses of narcotics, my pain was still very severe. I experienced both lower back pain and knife-like searing pain behind my left knee. There was nothing medically left to try.
Due to my excruciatingly painful disorder, I missed parents’ weekends at my two younger children’s colleges, my oldest son’s graduation from business school, and several family weddings. My family is very important to me, so missing all these events and many more was emotionally devastating. My mom was also entering the latter stages of Alzheimer’s disease, but I could not travel to North Carolina to be with her while she still knew me. It was all so very hard.
“I am with you always,” says the Lord in Matthew 28:20. But was God really with me in this suffering, you might ask? Absolutely. We were building a relationship. Looking back, it was so clear. As the seasons came and went, I saw Him in creation when I looked out the window from my hospital bed. I saw Him in three seagulls that sat without moving for thirty minutes in a perfect triangular formation, directly in front of me on a deserted beach.
I heard Him in the sermon tapes of Dr. Arthur Caliandro, who “adopted” me into his Marble Collegiate Church congregation in New York City when I was a stranger in their midst. He continues to be a precious friend.
My dear husband Dave said, “There will be a miracle some day. You will not always be this way.” There were signs from God everywhere in such abundance. Looking back, I am convinced that we can enjoy God when things are going well, but we discover Him in our suffering. He has never left me. Never.
And now on to the good news.
On Palm Sunday weekend in 1996, a dear friend, Gretchen Jackson, invited me to attend a religious conference given by a group called “Fishnet.” I had no idea that after the music and the teaching, there would be laying on of hands with healing prayer for anyone who asked. Even though I had been active in church all my life, I didn’t even know what that meant. I had no idea that Jesus still heals His people today. And I had no idea that Dr. Francis MacNutt, the leader of the conference, had been in the worldwide healing ministry for over thirty-five years.
A woman I had met earlier in the day, Barbara Beitel, boldly broke through the line of four hundred people waiting for prayer with Francis and explained to him the severity of my problem. He immediately left the line, led me to the side of the room, sat me in a chair, knelt at my feet, took off my shoes, and began to pray for me—so very quietly. As Francis prayed for me, I felt a surge of electricity and warmth all the way from my feet to my waist.
He then called a prayer team, at first two women—one standing behind me, Ann Laufer, and one seated at my left side, Barbara Beitel. They “soaked” me with prayer and read the Scriptures for well over an hour.
And then suddenly, a third woman who never said her name appeared at my right side. She placed her hand directly on my back, just where the pain resided. How did she know? She uttered just two things as she ministered with the other two women. “Read Psalm 139,” she said. And then she whispered softly, “Your bone is moving.”
I then felt a sudden surge of electricity course through my body from the top of my head to the bottom of my toes. A warm, radiant light so bright that it was indescribable shone directly in front of me and all around me.
Skeptics ask, “How did you know it was God?” I answer them with this sentence, “I know what I know.”
In the wee small hours of Palm Sunday morning, I was totally healed. The unrelenting pain of all those years was completely gone! I hugged and kissed the two women who have remained dear friends and thanked them for the two and a half hours of praying for me, but the third woman had disappeared long before that. In spite of an extensive search, no one ever found out who she was, but I believe I know. She was an angel.
The next morning, the pain was still totally gone. I threw away the mayonnaise-sized jar of narcotics—cold turkey—a medically foolish thing to do, but I simply didn’t need them.
Then, I called my husband and my three children. You can imagine how wonderful that was after all those years. Then, I ran around the parking lot. I RAN! There was total pandemonium among the four hundred people who had witnessed me limping and in such agony the day before in the service.
Three weeks later, I returned to New York City to see my beloved Dr. Norman Marcus, who had treated me for three years at Lenox Hill Hospital. After I surprised him by running down the hall ahead of him, he hugged me and kissed me amidst a great many tears. My physical therapist, who had treated me on a daily basis for nine months, picked me up and swung me around in the air. With a puzzled look, he said, “In just one treatment?” Dr. Marcus then said that the first miracle was God’s healing me. The second miracle, which continues to confound all the doctors, is that I had absolutely no withdrawal symptoms from the three years of taking those highly addictive narcotics.
Only six weeks after my healing, my husband, Dave, and I took a celebration trip to Ireland, where together we climbed up 127 steps of an ancient castle. For two weeks, we hiked for miles and miles along rocky cliffs and crossed swinging rope bridges. I rejoiced for Dave, because in all those years of caring for me he never once complained. I am so blessed, for sometimes I believe that the waiting is even more heart-wrenching for the caregiver.
Later, the neurosurgeon at Johns Hopkins surgically removed my spinal cord stimulator. What could have been a tricky operation was not. All the wires and electrodes just “slid out,” and there was absolutely no scar tissue. As my surgeon discharged me from the hospital, his last words were, “Keep on doing just what you have been doing.”
So how has my life changed? What have I learned?
I now understand the word grace—that fuzzy theological word I could never figure out. That’s what this is all about— grace. Grace is a gift from God. God’s healing me was His gift. I didn’t earn it; I didn’t deserve it; I didn’t do enough good works. My healing was a gift of God’s grace.
I also learned that we have to let God be God. We can’t put Him in our human boxes. Why did I have to suffer all those years? It is a mystery, but God never causes our pain. He is with us as we suffer. What I do know is that in my suffering, I totally emptied myself of me, for in this suffering there was such growth in my faith. I became an empty vessel for God. Of this I am sure.
If I had sailed through life and never had to wait on the Lord in the unknown, I’m certain I would have missed the enormity of His blessings—the total joy I feel in simple pleasures like taking a walk or in simply eating dinner sitting upright! I also believe that without this season of waiting, I would never have learned how to fully trust God and be amazed by His timing.
What else did God teach me? To pray without ceasing. Even though I had heard that Scripture for years, I didn’t really get that either. Now praying is as natural as breathing, but I’m not saying long, lofty prayers—I converse with God all day long. I believe He yearns for us, He longs for us, and He wants us whole.
In prayer one day I asked God what he would have me do. He unmistakably told me (in King James Version language), “As I have done for you, go and do ye likewise.” So I do go: I pray for the sick and for the suffering. I go to hospitals, walk through the halls, and pray. God prompts me to act. He guides me how to pray and with whom to pray. Sometimes it is with a good friend; other times, I pray with a total stranger. I’ve also been instrumental in beginning a healing ministry at our church.
This is the good news of the gospel—that the lame will walk and the blind will see. The brokenhearted will sing again. It is His promise.
As dramatic as my healing was, God longs to heal us all, not just me—sometimes little by little by little, sometimes all at once—and not just physically, but emotionally and spiritually as well.
This may sound odd to you, but please hear me. As wonderful as this healing gift was, the far greater gift was my personal relationship with Jesus. For when I “took up my mat and walked,” as did the paralytic in Mark’s Gospel, I also took up a new life in Christ Jesus. Throughout the past fifteen years, I have been driven into the wilderness to read His Word, to learn about Him, and to praise Him. I am drawn to Him as a moth is drawn to the light on a summer’s evening.
But do you see? If I had not had to wait in the unknown all those years, God would not have had time to prepare my heart to receive Him. For in the emptying out, in this housecleaning time of waiting, God got my heart ready by stripping me naked of my pride.
Desperation brings total submission—falling on your face, crying out to God in submission. And that is when Jesus healed me, saved me, and redeemed me. Suddenly, I knew without question the storehouse of riches and love God pours out upon us all, His beloveds.
But the story doesn’t end here. In fact, it really begins here, for there was much more God wanted to teach me. Beginning the night after He healed me, God graced me with a precious gift. He began speaking words in the middle of the night. I would awaken and immediately turn on the light and write what I heard from Him. It has continued for these past fifteen years (now approximately nine hundred pages). At first, some of the words were from the Bible. Since I didn’t know the Bible well, I was amazed to discover them when I began to study His Word.
During the late hours of the night, His words sounded like beautiful psalms. Then, I began hearing them in the daytime as well. He has also spoken in modern-day parables, in which He shows me an object such as a garbage truck, a peach pit, a vacuum cleaner, or a tiny sandpiper on the beach, and then uses these as a launching pad to speak His truths and His love. There are also incredibly beautiful visions He has shown me, to be shared with all who will see.
One day, four months after receiving these precious words, I asked the Lord, “What are these beautiful words You have sent from Your heart to my pen?”
He audibly answered, “They are ‘Love Letters from the Lord’, to be shared with all My people.”
And who are His people? All of us, which is why I share them with you now, for He is speaking directly to you as well as to me.
Praise God. Alleluia! Amen.
There is nothing special about me, dear reader. I am an ordinary person—a wife, a mother of three grown children, and a grandmother of five.
Even though I was raised in the church and attended all my life, until the night I was healed, I didn’t really know God, Jesus, or the Holy Spirit. And this has made all the difference. Now I have been blessed with an insatiable desire to spend time with our Lord and be open not only to hear His words, but to “do” His words.
Some of you may be wondering, why did God decide to speak to me?
I will answer that as best I can in three ways:
• First, it is a total mystery, because remember, I’m just an ordinary person and not a priest or clergywoman.
• Second, I was so wide open to hear His words after being healed and freed from pain.
• Third, I am an introvert who prefers silence to noise. When I am caught up in a flurry of activity, I do not hear His voice. It is generally only when I am quiet or in the still of the night that I hear Him speak so clearly.
But remember, I am His scribe. Other than being entrusted with this responsibility, there is nothing that sets me apart. In fact, I would have preferred to remain anonymous. But, if I had gone that route, my healing story and the way these words began would not have made His words so plausible.
So I come to you, not as an author, but as a friend and a fellow believer in our Lord.
How are Your words to be shared?
On June 8, 2006, He clearly answered, “As is” and took me back to this passage in my journal:
June 26, 2003 9:35 PM
During silent prayer time.
As is, my people, as is— Damaged goods. Wounded healers. Weary warriors.
Broken vessels.
I call you to come to Me, as is.
Battered and bruised. Tattered and torn. Dented and dusty.
Come to Me now, as is.
Not later when you put your masks back on.
Not when you deem yourselves more respectable.
For you are more precious to Me right now, as is.
And He said that we, as His people, and, more importantly, those who don’t know Him are meant to read these words “as is,” in their entirety, just as we are, with all our warts and sins and heartaches.
How am I to use Your words?
On August 9, 1997, I was invited by Rev. Kathy Stoner- Lasala, pastor of the Cape May Presbyterian Church in Cape May, New Jersey, to preach two sermons about my miraculous healing. Following the second service, a woman came to the altar for prayer. She had been sent home from Memorial Sloan- Kettering Hospital, in her words, “to die” with an inoperable tumor. The Lord spoke to me to go get His words, even though they were two rooms away. As I randomly opened the journal containing His words, I began reading God’s healing promise. This woman then burst into tears and said, “The day God gave you those words is my birthday.” Three weeks later, she had an MRI, which showed that her cancer had totally disappeared.
In another instance, God foretold the conception of a dear friend’s baby boy. She had suffered from infertility for many years, but less than one year later, she joyfully bore a son. God is so good!
What is my call?
• To spread the good news of His gospel and His love to all nations through the spreading of Love Letters from the Lord.
• To go in obedience when He says go, to stop when He says stop, and to wait when He says wait.
• To get out of the way so He, and He alone, can speak to His people and bring the lost to Him.
• To be a “free agent” for Him and pray with those hurting people He sends to me.
• To fulfill a promise to my dad, who was nearly blind with macular degeneration and could no longer read. But as I sat at his feet and read him God’s words, I promised him I would record these words on a CD so that others like him could be blessed by our Lord.
Now, I invite you in to hear God speaking directly to you. As you read, notice that the words in italics are mine, but the others are from God.
March 31, 1996 2:27 a.m.
Palm Sunday
Be still and know that I am with you, even unto the end of the age.
And I have come to you that you shall have life more abundantly.
And you shall come to Me on the wings of eagles and not grow weary.
April 4, 1996 1:56 a.m.
Do not be afraid, My children, for I do not slumber.
Praise Me with cymbals and all the instruments of heaven and earth.
And thou shall bow down on bended knee and kneel before Me, the Lord your God.
When you cry out to Me, lo, I am with you always.
Go forth into the world. Be of good cheer. Spread My Word to all the nations, for Mine is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever and ever.
I will comfort you when you are afraid.
Whatever you do for the least of them, you do for Me and in My name.
The Lord will be your shepherd. There will be no more weeping in your heart.
April 5, 1996 2:18 a.m.
My love for you grows stronger with each passing hour. Fear not, for I am with you in the valleys before you climb My mountains.
Out of your cocoons will emerge beautiful butterflies.
I opened the Bible:
“Whatever I tell you in the dark, speak in the light; and what you hear in the ear; preach on the housetops.” (Matthew 10:27)
“For My yoke is easy and My burden is light.” (Matthew 11:30)
“Peace I leave with you, My peace I give to you; not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.” (John 14:27)
April 6, 1996 3:37 a.m.
Doubt not your Father, for He knowest all things.
For those who love the Lord will have life everlasting. The body is weak, but the Holy Spirit living in you is strong.
You have been commanded to love your neighbor as yourself.
You must cast out all sin and right what is wrong in your heart.
Go out and tell My gospel to all who are heavy burdened. Every hair on your head has been numbered. That is how much I love you.
You will be blessed with the peace that passeth all understanding.
The light of My glory is in every sunrise and sunset.
Speak of your faithfulness to Me. Spread the good news of the gospel to all who are thirsty.
April 9, 1996 12:58 a.m.
I have loved you, My precious ones, since before you were born, and so it shall be through all the ages.
When you walk through the valley of death, I shall be with you also.
You are loved just as you are, through all your days on My earth.
Celebrate and let the cymbals clang.
I will never leave you in the darkness of your despair, for you will be surrounded by angels.
My beloved ones, do not let the sins of the world enter your heart.
Be of sound mind and good purpose.
Know I am with you always.
Suffer not, My beloveds, for you are perfect in My sight. You have called out in your suffering, and I have heard your call.
Your voice shall be My voice.
April 11, 1996 1:28 a.m.
You are pleasing in My sight, O beloved ones, who have come to Me on bended knee and bear My cross and My burdens.
The day of judgment is at hand. Let all men repent and believe in Me, their Lord and Savior.
I have rescued you from all infirmity that will befall you. You are My lambs who sleep beside the living waters.
Be not afraid but believe in what I have told you.
When you are weary and burdened, I shall take up your yoke, and you shall come to Me with your hands and heart unfolded.
For if you ask, I shall give to you, and if you knock, I shall be at the door to welcome you into My kingdom.
Be of clean heart. Do not faint or grow weary.
You are like the flowers of the spring bursting forth with new life and joy for all the world to see.
You shall call My name Emmanuel.
You have been created in My image to do good works always, remembering that My path is the only true path.
Will my three children be all right?
They shall grow to know Me in ways you now cannot fathom, for I knew them before they were born. They have always been My children, and they shall be sent forth in light.
Be of sound mind, and be filled with words of praise. I will not let evil cross their paths, for I have called them to Me.
You shall follow My commandments, for such they have been written.
Will my mother be comforted?
I shall bring her to My bosom and cradle her in My arms.
She shall know no anguish. Neither shall she suffer, for I am a Lord of compassion and love.
In all infirmities, there am I in the midst—a loving and forgiving God.
You are My sheep, and I am your shepherd.
Dick and Pat’s hearts will be made whole. They shall cease crying and be filled with My everlasting love and with My healing.
My love extends to all corners of the earth.
Where there is a tear, bring that child to Me, and I shall nurture him.
Always be glad and praise My Holy Name.
Sound the mighty cymbals, and shout unto the city of Zion. Arthur, with My grace, you preach to all men. Be of good courage. Spread the good news of My coming. Pray without ceasing. For you have been My good and faithful servant. In you am I well pleased, My beloved son.
April 13, 1996 12:43 a.m.
I have chosen Lil as My beloved servant to do great things in My holy name. I have always been with her, from the first breath she took. Her heart overrules her head. In her am I well pleased. She is My chosen one. Her days to serve Me will be long upon the earth, and this shall be passed down to her children. Her love and devotion will be their inspiration.
April 14, 1996 4:01 a.m.
Your husband Dave has faith as wide as the seas and as high as the tallest mountains. He foretold your miracle long, long ago. He has a path I will set forth in the days to come. He is My child in whom I am well pleased.
I have sent My Son so that whosoever believeth in Him shall not perish but have life everlasting.
I shall lead you beside the still waters. Your soul shall be refreshed.
Go forth in faith, believing all things I have told you, for I shall never leave you, My creations.
For unto you was born a babe, and I called His name Jesus. He is your Lord and Savior. Walk with Him all your days, even as you shall sleep.
April 17, 1996 3:11 a.m.
Spend time in My Word, as it is written. Pray without ceasing. Love your enemies.
Praise My holy name, for you shall have both great joy and great responsibility.
Be still and hear the cries of your brothers and sisters.
Where there is sadness, dry their tears and spread the joy of My good news.
Serve your God with gladness.
Love your neighbor as yourself.
Be of good courage and fear ye not.
Physicians and I, your God, will be made one in your lifetime.