Quilting Majix

Quilting is peaceful to me. I can sing, pray, talk to God, listen to God and quilt, design, and lose myself in all of it.

I have started at 6 am and quilted till hunger pains drew me to the kitchen for a peanut butter and bannana sandwich. Go back and begin where I left off and quilt till midnight.

Some of my most beautiful designs have hit me in the middle of the night in dreams. I would get up, cut out the design, lay it out on the spare bed, wake in the morning looking at what I had dreamed about. The first time I did that, I thought I was going crazy….but after a while, I realized…..it was creative me doing my thing while sleeping.

Examples follow:

One of my most colorful designs, made exclusively from flannel material.

Hope you enjoy…

Sweet peace….

If you have never had anything bad happen to you, or if you are walking in Alice’s wonderland, then this post may not be for you.

I want to tell you a tale of an elderly man and woman who have been married for 54 years, 7 months, and 7 days. When the old man was young, just out of service, he asked the young lady to marry him. She, being a very common sense type, said, “No, we haven’t known each other but 5 years, and you were in service for the last three of those years. You need to get settled, find a job, get the war time out of your blood and we need to get to know one another beside writting letters to one another. You might not even like me if you get to know me. And who knows, I might not even like you once we get to know each other again. His response was, “Well, if you decide you want to get married, you will have to ask me!” They both laughed and began to date one another on the weekends. She lived over a 100 miles away from where he lived.

Six months later, still dating on weekends, he told her they needed some space to date others to see if this was what they really wanted. She smiled, said, “sure, if that is what you want, but you will have to ask me to come back if you change your mind.” She walked away knowing he was already dating a blond in his home town.

Her best friend lived in his hometown and he saw him and the blond together several times at the town ice cream place. Her best friend knew all about the relationship of letter writing while he was in service. He knew she was dating him after service was completed. He knew they were close and wondered why he was seeing someone else at the same time he was seeing his best friend. So, he asked his best friend about the blond and what was going on.

So, she was not surprised when he wanted to part company to date other people. Her best friend talked to her like he always had. Told her if she was patient, not angry, really loved, then it would all work out the way it should. She smiled and said, “You always say the right thing. How did I get so lucky to find a best friend like you at such a young age?” He smiled as he hugged her and said, “we may never know the answer to that question.”

She dated others for a while, then decided it wasn’t worth the effort. Men only wanted one thing after spending money on a movie, and dinner. She wasn’t giving anything to anyone before she got married. So she told her best friend, “When you don’t have anything to do, and want to go see Elvis, call me and we will dance the night away.” They spent the weekends talking on the phone, singing Elvis songs, and pretending they were dancing the night away.

Spring of the next year brought her soldier knocking at her door. He broke it off with the blond, dated a red head for a while, broke that off and decided he missed his one true love.

When she opened the door, she smiled and said, “What took you so long,” He said, ” I missed you every day. Did you miss me?”

“No,” she replied as she shut the door. He said, “Well?” She said, “When do you want to get married?” He took her in his arms and whispered, “how does September sound?”

They were married and stayed that way until he had a stroke and disappeared into the realm of life in which one comes and goes ….she takes care of him…

Her best friend calls to ask how he is doing and how is she doing…sings Elvis songs to cheer her up when things are low…last song was:

You are my sunshine. My only sunshine.. you make me happy when skies are grey…you’ll never know dear, how much I love you, please don’t take my sunshine away. I’ll always love you and be there for you…I’ll protect you from harms way, cause I adore you…you’re my dream come true, you’re my beautiful sunshine. You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are grey, you’ll never know dear, how much I love you, please dont take my sunshine away.

How does one woman have such loving men in her life? I believe Jesus sent them to be there when she needed them…until He comes to carry her away into sweet peace.

And then nothing…

SATURDAY! I can go visit! We have been hoping for a new thing to bounce off the walls and hit us all at once, but then, nothing. Nothing at all happened until today.

Today, the nursing home called to say, “she passed at 7:30 a.m. quietly.”

She was the first woman in my life I had the privilege to know who was not a backstabbing, gossipy, lier, other than my mom. She could get mad as fire in a wood burning stove at you over leaving her car running too long, or yell obscenities at you for doing stupid stuff, then turn around and treat you as if nothing had happened to make her mad in the first place. She would give till her pockets were empty, and go to the bank and withdraw money to give till she had nothing left to give. She was generously giving to those she loved and those she didn’t care for.

She would call, talk on the phone for hours to me, then say, “has it been that long? Oh, my, call me when you can, so you call do all the talking.” She was funny, but dry in her humor. If you told her a joke, she waited until you explained the punchline before she giggled like a little girl. She loved my husband like he was her son and invited us to stay at her house when we traveled north. She commissioned me to design, make and quilt her a bedspread quilt from fabric from a bedspread her husband had bought her before he died. I took that bedspread apart and used the top for the back of the quilt so it fit her bed perfectly. She bought all the fabric to make the top which I designed, cut, pieced and quilted. It was beautiful.

Now she is home with Jesus and I’m going to miss her a lot. We talked twice a week for the last two years because neither of us could drive the long distance between our homes.

That last Saturday that I spoke to her, before the Monday she had the stroke, still plays in my head. She wanted to know what we had been doing all day that had caused it to be late for me calling her. I told her we had gone out to eat at a place we had never gone to before. She wanted a detailed description of where, when, what, how we spent the day. We talked for two hours. Near the end of our conversation, she said, “I’m tired, so tired. I wish Jesus would come get me and take me home.” I said, “be careful what you wish for, old girl. But then again, He could come in the rapture at any moment….and we could all go home together.” She laughed, I laughed…we continued to talk till my husband intrupted us with a phone call. He is disabled and uses the phone to call me when he needs help. I told her he was calling me so I had to go. She said, give him big hug and kiss, love you! ….will call you Wednesday as always. We hung up not knowing this was our last conversation with each other. People never think about how short life really is, until its about over. She was 86 years old, and in good health we all thought.

RIP my dear sister-n-law. Jesus has you home and you can rest now.

Missing in Action

Haven’t been able to get a chance to write lately. My sweet sister-n-law, Barb, had a massive stroke which left her in transition to her husband’s home on high. We were all shocked when the doctor’s said she would never regain consciousness, nor be able to function, because the stroke was so huge that 3/4 of her brain was none functioning.

She was placed on every machine possible to help her regain consciousness, but they decided to remove the ventilator from her body so she could pass quietly. She began to breathe on her own once they removed the vent. I called the hospital and asked the nurse if she was responding to anyone. She said, “No. She sleeps all the time.” I asked if they could put a phone to her ear and let me talk to her. We have always been like sisters to one another. When I spoke to her and told her who I was, she opened her eyes, she moved her left hand, arm, leg….Well, doctor’s don’t know everything. She followed the nurse, holding the phone, with her eyes. Nurse said, “she is responding to your voice. Keep talking.”

I talked, telling her about how much we love her and are praying for her. Told her I had finished the scripture quilt I had designed and made, how much Jesus loved her and was working to heal her so be patient and rest. Told her Martha and kids love her and were praying for her. Told her Bill was hoping she got well soon so we could come see her. Just small talk like we always do. Told her I would call her again soon, didn’t want to tire her out keeping her on the phone. The nurse thanked me for calling, said she wished more family members would do that.

I called everyday, twice a day until the doctors moved her to hospice care. Now, I can go see her, but the doctors said it must be before Saturday, because she won’t last any longer than that. I can’t go until Saturday…so we will see if doctor’s know..

Revelation 13:16-18

And he does great wonders, so that he makes fire come down from heaven on the earth in the sight of men, and deceives them that dwells on the earth by means of those miracles which he had the power to do in the sight of the beast; saying to them that dwell on the earth that they should make an image of the beast, which had the wound by the sword, and did live. And he had power to give life unto the image of the beast that the image of the beast should both speak and cause as many as would not worship the image of the beast should be killed. And he causes all, both small and great, rich and poor, free and bond, to receive a mark. IN THEIR RIGHT HAND OR IN THEIR FOREHEADS; that no man might buy or sell, save he that had the mark, or the name of the beast, or the number of his name. Here is wisdom. Let him that has understanding count the number of the beast:

for his number is 666.

This is repeated in Revelation 14:9-10

I believe this must be very important to Father or it wouldn’t be repeated… so i ask, Are You Ready?

Creator?

Who is this in me?

When I wake up blue, what do I do? ‘Turn over and go back to sleep,’ this little voice whispers, ‘crunch your eyes to the light and kick off the covers, get up’, another voice demands.

But I lay still, listening to the song playing in my head. 🎶 Rise up my beloved, and come away with me, hold tightly to my heartstrings for you are mine, and I am yours 🎶….. I lay still listening.

🎶 The music is real, the song is loud and I hear:

I am the Creator of the Universe; I have come for you, to be with you, and I will be with you for this is your day. You have no needs to be met, no place to go, nothing to do, except,

Spend this day with me…so come away my love and let me connect to your heart at a higher level. Approach this day seeking to find in me all your desires met. Before you get up, open your eyes to this new level, because I have prepared a path that will excite your senses, delight your eyes, entice your heart to sing a new song. Come into my Presence, bringing only your mind for rest and renewal, your heart for spiritual growth, because this new dimension holds surprises, gifts freely given, untold thoughts, heights never moved too, dreams never dreamed, thought too high to go there without me. Ready? Jump!

I jumped….into a new demention of Eden. The garden of Our hearts being one. I was walking in the permanent resident of where my Creator lived.

I Am the Alpha and the Omega, the first and the last, the beginning and the End. I Am stabilizing your heart to walk higher with me, the place you have yearned for, for years. I created this home perfect and now I want to teach you to live above the circumstance of this world. I want you to begin living by the faith of the Son of God. No longer your tiny mustardseed faith, but My Faith. Let me anoint you with My Presence. As you draw near to Me, envelope Me into your being by drawing near unto Me. Worship Me in Spirit and Truth ….let everything in you, choose to glorify Me and be not afraid to walk it out among the people. Let your light shine, I will be glorified. Cling to obedience to My will and My Word. You may walk always in this garden with Me..daily…Choose this Day to walk in this new level and We shall never part again.

I choose to obey.

Angel Voices

They were saying with a loud voice, ‘Worthy is the Lamb that was slain to receive power, and riches, and wisdom and honor and glory and blessing.’

He is coming as King of Kings and not a little baby lying in a manger. He is coming to set up His kingdom and rule for a 1000 years. Blessing and honor and glory and power to our coming King..

Jesus is coming soon!

Are you ready?

Sister Returns….

Been thinking about baby sister a lot today. If she were here, she would be calling me to tell me I had forgotten to send her an Easter Basket, or card, or text, or something else she remembered I had forgotten…

Once, she called me to tell me her grass needed to be cut and she didn’t know anyone who would do it for her except maybe me and my husband, since she did not have a husband, or any friends, or kids or anyone to do it for her and she knew I knew she was disabled and could certainly not do it herself, right?

And, yes, she was right. Only she wasn’t aware that my husband had had a heart attack and wasn’t able to cut his own grass. So, what was I to do, but get in the car and go cut it for her.

As I cut the grass, I prayed, “Lord, give me strength to cut this yard and then give me strength to tell her to hire a kid in the neighborhood to do it for her the next time.” I looked up and there she stood with a large glass of cold water holding it out toward me because I could not hear her calling me to come get it from her porch. She smiled, I stopped and cut the mower off, got to her in a split second…she said, “thought you might need a drink from the well, it is so hot out here.” I took the cold glass and lay it first against my forehead and prayed…’thank you Lord for this water, cool my body, soul and give me supernatural strength to finish.’

I felt refreshment before I drank and peace filled me as I drank down the coolness of the water. “God is good,” I said, as I handed her the glass back. I finished the yard, washed my hands and face, told her I would call her and let her know I got home safe. She smiled and said, “thanks sis. I appreciate this more than you know.”

I loved her just like Jesus.

ZOA

Do you know what Zoa is? Well, lets explore….

Description of Zoa:

Like a Lion: like means similarity to, so a Lion’s characteristics are predictible, agressive, confident, a born leader, dependable, fierce, bold, huge in muscalar strength.

Like a calf: similar in characteristics tender, gentle, large eyes, stays close the parent.

Face of a man…. countenance….masculine in appearance, tall, angular and square chin, large wide jaw, attractive with larger eyes, narrow brows, high cheek bones, smooth clear skin,

Like an eagle in characteristics: fully feathered, crowned head, strong, able to swoop thru the skys with speeds above the ability of any bird, powerful ability to kill quickly, more powerful than any of its kind, dwell in high places, able to glide on the winds.

Zoa are called beast in the translation I read, but in studying with the Holy Spirit, I get a glimps of Zoa as powerful angelic beings who call attention to God’s Holiness, who fall postrate in worship, sing and play harps, offer the prayers of the saints to God, call forth the horsemen, give vials to angels, listen to the worship of others.

These beast of angelic beings are before the throne of God 24/7 because they have been with Him from eternity past and will be with Him into eternity future. They were faithful when satan rebelled, they never changed in any way when the rebellion hit heaven and were constant companions to Father who created them. Loyal, beautiful, powerful, fierce, bold, aggressive, confident, leaders in worshipping God who created all things and made them good. Zoa stay near to God all the time worshiping and leading others to worship God.

JESUS IS CALLING his children to become overcomers, so we can join Zoa in true worship of our Father who created us to be His family. How do we become overcomers: Ask and you shall receive…Seek and you shall find…knock and the door will be opened so you can become an overcomer here and there…

Overcomers in this world will be granted to eat of the Tree of Life…eternal life.

Overcomers will not be hurt by the second death.

Overcomers will eat hidden manna, be given a white stone (pardon) a new name, name written in book of life, confessed to Father, and to angels.

Overcomers will become pillars in temple of God, go no more out, have God’s name written up on, name of city of God, and His new name written upon you.

Overcomers will be sitting on the throne with God eternally safe in His kingdom. John 3:16

Read it for yourself in Revelation

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