Surely I Come Quickly

A dream received April 25, 2015

Isa 8:20  To the law and to the testimony: if they speak not according to this word, it is because there is no light in them.

Genuine or not? You decide.

Part 1 of 3 – The Faith of Jesus

My Guide (whom I recognized as Christ from His voice and His countenance of pure and holy love) and I were comfortably perched on the roof of a skyscraper. We sat on either side of the lightening rod, watching the miniature cars and people the size of ants far below us. He was carefully but quickly erecting a pole near the lightning rod, and I was doing my best to help Him. After the pole was in place, we hung a sign on it which said, “Surely I come quickly.” Revelation 22:20.

It was a joy to be able to help my Savior with this work. At the same time, a heavy weight settled on my heart as I realized the solemnity of His words.

My Guide gave me clear instructions on how to use a rope and harness to abseil off the top of the building. Rappelling easily to the ground, He left me sitting up there alone [representabseilinging the time when He leaves the Most Holy Place in the heavenly sanctuary to come for His bride and His people are left for a time without an intercessor].

After He was gone, I found a long rope coiled beside the lightening rod. However, as I dropped one end to the street below, the rope became hopelessly tangled.

Prolonged minutes ticked by as I tried to unravel the heap of rope, fearing that the sheer weight of it would cause me to lose my balance. Because my Guide was not with me, I could no longer look below me without being terrified.

Pressing ever closer to the metal rod at the center of the building, I wrapped my arms around it, clutching it tightly. I hung on for dear life to the only thing I knew I could hold onto – my Savior’s faith in our Father. He trusted the Father and so would I.

I could hear my Guide calling out directions and encouraging me from the street far below. I wanted desperately to respond but was frozen with fear.

Finally, still clinging to the lightning rod, I closed my eyes in prayer before attempting to untangle the heavy rope again. While resting against the rod, I prayed for victory in being able to follow my Instructor’s words so I could abseil to the ground safely. I longed to be with Savior again, whether it was at the pinnacle of a skyscraper or on the streets below.

fruits-basket-classicWhen I opened my eyes, there was a small fruit basket just in front of me. It was attractively lined with a small cloth in a fruit pattern. I carefully unfolded a small square parchment inside the basket. My Guide had painstakingly written for me:

Howl; for the day of the LORD is at hand; it shall come as destruction from the Almighty.

I, the LORD, will show no mercy or pity when that time comes. In my anger I will destroy the earth and every sinner who lives on it. Isaiah 13:6, 9

With heart-rending moans, I clung even more tightly to the lighting rod. I wept for friends and family and countless others who would be destroyed. I wept for myself. Did I have His faith? Would His faith be enough? Did I have any unconfessed sins?Green-Envy-Zinnia-bouquet-from-my-Utah-garden-myflowerjournal-500x500

Through my tears, I saw fresh flowers in a glass vase beside the fruit.

Unfolding the parchment, I read these words:

I am coming soon. Hold on to the faith you have, so that no one can take away your crown. Revelation 3:11

After reading these messages, the tangled rope became insignificant. My Guide would sustain me by His faith.

Part 2 of 3 – The Word of God

Next, I remember wandering amid various ministry displays in a large conference center. (Maybe I was carried down from the top of the building by angels!)

French-Pastries-600x420I noticed that most of the female attendees had congregated in the kitchen and were busy consuming delicacies they had made and sharing the recipes for their dainties.

I didn’t join them. I had absentmindedly laid down my favorite journal somewhere in which I had written notes while listening to the various speakers. Determined to find the book, I returned to each of the booths I had visited earlier. Sadly, however, my journal had vanished. [Human theories and ideas are like chaff in the wind.]woman-holding-Bible

Then I remember seeing another book in my hands. Like my previous book, there was no title on the cover, but I still recognized the Book and hugged it close to my heart.

Part 3 of 3 – Our Heavenly Home

The scene then shifted to a forest trail where I was walking with about half a dozen other people. I eventually caught up with and passed the others until l I was walking alongside my Guide. Once again, He was easily recognizable. I had no desire to overtake Him. Instead, I longed to walk side by side with Him until we reached the mansions He has prepared for His beloved children.

As I was walking, I noticed a set of keys on the trail. I looked up at my Guide. As if He could read my mind, Hlost-keyse said, “Those are your oldest sister’s keys.”

We passed on, without picking up the keys. I had to keep moving along the path to keep up with my Guide, but I couldn’t help but wonder about the keys. Was my sister ahead of me and had she dropped the keys to the kingdom, or was she behind me and someone had dropped the keys for her to find?

Finally my Guide and I reached a fork in the path.

I asked Him, “Which way leads home?”

My Faithful Guide instructed me to turn to the right and I obeyed.

It was then that I noticed a bright light in the distance. The light grew steadily brighter and brighter until, amid a flash of dazzling light, I woke up.2744d1355859565-happiness-now-light-path

Oh, how discouraging to find myself in this dark world still… I have had a glimpse of Glory!



Behold, the Bridegroom Cometh!

Breathing deeply of the cool morning air, I strolled down a pleasantbridegroom3 path through the woods. The cobwebs along the trail became insignificant as I delighted in the tranquility of that place.

Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a small black snake lazily coiled on a branch about five feet from my face. It was only about a foot long, but seeing the snake at eye level startled me. The gentle and comforting Spirit of our Savior suggested that I pray.

“The Master has a message for me,” I thought. Falling to my knees, I bowed in humility. “Sweet Savior, grant me grace to receive Your words of Life,” I pleaded. Then I waited expectantly.

In a clear voibridegroom2ce, He said, “You are going to be in the woods again soon, My dear, but at that time, you will be running. I am going to be leaving the Most Holy Place in the heavenly sanctuary soon. Few of your brothers and sisters are in the churches now because I am calling them out. They are in prisons and hospitals and among the homeless, the institutionalized, and the marginalized. My sheep know My voice. They hunger for the Word and bear holy and lovely fruit. They eagerly wait and work for My return. You will all rise in the clouds together soon.

“But Master,” I wondered, “who can stand in Your holy presence?”

He replied softly, “My child, don’t be afraid. I am with you and will sustain you. Some will stand before human tribunals and have an opportunity to explain My teachings and defend My character. Others will need to hide. Only those who live by My Spirit will be sustained in that day.”

Then He instructed me to go back to the camp and write what He had just told me.

“The time is short,” He urged. “Some people will be encouraged by My words, but those who are blind will receive only darkness and confusion.”

“I will write down everything You said,” I promised and started walking toward my campsite.

“Don’t walk,” the Voice commanded me. “Run! Run now!”

I started to run. I ran as far as I could. Then, breathless, I slowed to a walk.

“Keep running!” He commanded me, and then He repeated, “The time is short!”

I ran and ran. My feet felt swift and light.

The black snake was still in the tree when I passed by the same place. I looked him in the eye and stated confidently, “The one true God, Almighty and Everlasting, has given His children strong armor to stand against you and your evil angels. We are covered by the bloodstained banner of our Savior.”

Hear the Word of the Lord: “Look, the Bridegroom! Come out to meet Him!” And as you come, gather those whom our Savior has prepared to follow Him.


The Purest Joy

“The purest joy springs from the deepest humiliation.”

(Acts of the Apostles, p. 319)
The purest joy springs from the deepest humiliation. (Acts of the Apostles, p. 319)How true this is! Like the water of a waterfall which sings as it cascades down and dashes itself on the rocks below, the lower we go in loving service, the deeper the joy we experience in our Savior's sweet presence.

How true this is! Like the water of a waterfall which sings as it cascades down and dashes itself on the rocks below, the lower we go in loving service, the deeper the joy we experience in our Savior’s sweet presence.



When I was growing up in Pennsylvania, my older sisters and I would often return home from school after dark in the wintertime. As the school bus approached our house in a quiet residential area outside of Philadelphia, my classmates could see the cheery red lamp on the kitchen table, but my sisters and I were the only ones who cared whether the light was on or not.My mother, a single parent who chose the disgrace of accepting state welfare so that she could be a stay-at-home-Mom, never missed a day at her post, at least as far as I can remember. She was faithful to her duty – to be at home with that little red lamp on “for her girls.”

DSCN0304Painting courtesy of the artist, my sister

When my sisters and I saw the little light in the kitchen window, we knew Mom was home and all was well with the world. We knew she would have a pot of steaming vegetable soup and freshly-baked bread waiting for us. The light was a beacon of stability in my otherwise unpredictable world.

soupSeveral months ago, I began living and working on a small organic farm. As the relationship I have with my boss/landlord has 015developed, he has become like a father to me. Although his own three daughters have been out of the nest for many years already, he continues to hang the big, old fashioned Christmas lights outside the house every year. This year he made the string of lights long enough to reach to the back of the house, lighting my porch!

The other evening I was returning to the farm from a short walk and noticed through the trees that the Christmas lights were on, adding their multi-colored cheerfulness to the dark night.

“Dadc1a21f9aeb72b3f30a894abfe85a15f3’s home!” I said to myself excitedly and walked a little faster. What a blessing to have this stability in my life again – someone who attentively protects me and wisely advises me, someone who willingly spends his valuable time with me and guides and supports me in my walk with my heavenly Father.

Mom’s red lamp in the kitchen window and Dad’s colorful Christmas lights draw me to the Father of Lights:

Every good and perfect gift is from above, and comes down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variableness nor shadow of change” James 1:17, (Lamsa NT).



One in the Bond of Love

woman_writing_at_a_table-largeI am a “private” person. In other words, I am quieter and more reserved than your average bear. Having adequate “alone time” is crucial to my wellbeing. When I live in a place where my neighbors can see what I am doing inside my living quarters, I keep the shades drawn and the front door shut to discourage any snooping. Within the four walls of my habitation, I can do what I want. After all, what I do in my private life, whether consuming a pint of mint chocolate chip ice cream or staying up all night to write, is my own business, right?

Several months ago, I began renting a room in a single-story, split-plan house. The room beside mine is only used during the daytime if at all so I am basically alone on one side of the house while the owners (husband and wife) have a bedroom at the opposite end of the house. The main living room and kitchen separate the two bedroom areas.

For the first few months, I kept pretty much to myself. I was careful to keep my shades closed when I was in the room, especially when the lights were on, and kept the door between my room and the rest of the house decidedly closed.

However, I have grown more comfortable with the family now, enough to let my hair down in their presence, to be “real.” About a week ago, I surprised myself by abruptly deciding to leave the door to my room open (except when I’m sleeping), as well as to join the couple at their kitchen table for meals occasionally and to sit with them in the living room, just to enjoy their company.

After isolating myself for most of my adult years, the Berlin Walls have crumbled! Yes, the walls are down, the door is wide open, and the window blinds are up. I stand vulnerable, exposed, accessible, free – willing to take the risk that I will not be loved yet knowing that the opposite is true – I will be loved even more by inviting them into my personal space. I know that they will still love me even if they see all my imperfections.

If someone a16_church-is-one-bodysks me now, “Hey, what have you been up to lately?” I can say joyfully, “Enjoying loving and being loved.” No doors, no walls, no barriers between our hearts. We are connected, yoked, united.                                                           “And the glory which You have given to Me I have given to them, so that they shall be one just as We are one. I in them and You in Me, so that they shall have been perfected into one, and so that the world shall be knowing that You sent Me and You loved them just as You loved Me” John 17:22-23, ALT.





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Decidedly different,

Definitely dazzling.





Divinely Designed!

Flat and Humble

This morning I rode my boss’s bike down Williston Road searching for the entrance to a trail I had read about. I had nearly reached the trailhead when I heard that telltale sound – thwap, thwap, thwap, thwap – with each rotation of the tires. Within about 10 seconds, the bike’s rear tire was completely flat.bikeI stood beside the bike at the side of the road wondering what to do. My options were simple: I could push the bike home or I could call Paul (my landlord/boss/brother in Christ/father figure). It would take about an hour and a half to walk the bike back.

Uncertain as to what to do, I felt the phone grow heavy in my hand. The minutes ticked by…

The night before, Paul had said to me out of the blue, “If you should ever get a flat while you’re out riding, call me and I’ll come and get you. I would do it for a stranger and I would do it even more willingly for someone who is so special to me.”

There was authority in his tone of voice, and I heard a loving and gentle reprimand against my “I can do it myself” attitude.

“I hear you,” I laughed in response, “but…” That meant I had no intention of ever relinquishing my independence and asking him (or anyone else) for roadside assistance!

Knowing that he meant what he said, I now ignored the voice in my head saying, “Just walk home. They are probably on their way to church anyway.” Instead, I called Paul on my cellphone.

There was no answer.

Now what? It would have been easy to say, “I tried to reach you, but there was no answer”, but I recommitted myself to my decision to ask for help.

I called his wife’s phone. Donna answered and went in search of Paul. I heard her say, “Brenna has a flat tire and needs help.”

Now that Paul knew I had a flat, it was a great temptation to just leave the conversation where it was, but I knew that for my own healing, I needed to humble myself and verbally confess my need for assistance.helpWhen Paul got on the phone, I repeated what had happened and then blurted out,”I need help.”

Apparently oblivious to my internal struggle, Paul simply said, “I’ll be right there.”

I paced the ground beside the bike, wondering what he would say when he saw me stranded there.

He was smiling when he drove up.

“You called, my daughter?” he said, obviously pleased that I had requested his help. It was his joy to support me in this way.

I was almost in tears, mortified by the situation I was in yet relieved that he had actually shown up as promised.

“Last night when you offered to bail me out if I ever got a flat tire, I had no idea I would need your help so soon,” I said. “I’ve been duly humbled.”

Gracious as usual, he didn’t rub it in.

“Thanks for coming, Dad,” I told him, meaning every word of it.

Finally, a man who is trustworthy, a man whose “yes” means yes and whose “no” means no, a man I can rely on, a true son of God.

It is difficult to admit that I cannot live in the heavenly realms while remaining independent and disconnected from others; to admit that I can’t do it alone, that sometimes we all need help.helpingHealing tears – grieving the loss of my biological father who abandoned me but basking in the joy of being precious to Paul, the father I have embraced, and the miracle of love!


The Face of God

“…By their fruits ye shall know them.”
Matthew 7:20


The Face of God

I see the face of God in…
A perfect pink rosebud
Warm starlit nights
A furry feline
Stately evergreen trees
Majestic ocean waves
Summer thunderstorms
Colorful shades of autumn
Fields of blue flax blossoms…

I see the face of God in…
Kind act-doers

I see the face of God in…