Reflecting on the Call and the Prophecies of 2016 and 2017. Gracious, so many fleeting thoughts swirling around in my head. We are coming up on the 2-year mark of Hunter’s condition. Wow…2 years. He has been “sick” longer than he was “well.” That thought hurts my feelings.
When Our Journey Began
Anyway, our story started in November 2015. Our family had just left our church. We had been there for about 5 or 6 years. Things had begun shifting, and we just felt like it was time to go.
It is *so* weird “visiting” churches when you have a trans-racial, large family. We visited lots of small, country churches and we stuck out. My kids ranged in age from 21 mths (Hunter had just moved in with us) to 20 years old…with some extra kids occasionally. Needless to say, we were noticed by everyone.
The Crazy Church
Finally, we yielded and went to the church with the “crazy people.” I think about at that statement and chuckle a bit. We knew the pastor and his wife. Also, we had some sweet friends that went there, so we knew that there would be friendly faces. There was also zero pressure to be a certain way or do a certain thing.
Yes, things were different. The music was LOUD. People were everywhere, the place was packed. What struck me the most, that first visit was the multicultural array of people I saw worshipping. Blue-haired people, Pink-haired people, bald, old, young, Catholics, Baptist, Methodist…all generations and all denominations. All these people were raising their hands, singing and worshipping.
We Swore We Would Never Go Back
But…then we went back. Again and again. Richie (our pastor) was solidly bringing the Word. It was no longer “watered” down grace we were hearing…it was the solid Word of God. The praise and worship team was terrific. We still struggle with some aspects, but overall, the Spirit moves freely, and we are learning at rapid rates the Truth…finally, after 26 yrs of being with this man. We are under Truth.
Before service started, there was a welcome, and then our pastor called up a man because he had a “word” to give some people in the congregation. We have learned that this is somewhat normal but still very abnormal to our family. This is something we just were not used to. So, we sat, and we watched this man pace back and forth in front of the congregation.
I am a people watcher/reader, and the thing that caught my eye was the fact that he never opened his eyes when he was pacing or talking. He kept touching the insides of his hands. You could tell that he was uncomfortable but being obedient. He said that he had had this word from the Lord. Also, he wanted to make sure that it was, indeed, from Him and not from this man’s flesh. However, he realized through his sleepless nights that this was from the Lord and he had to be obedient.
He said that he had a word for someone in the congregation and so we sat, listened and watched him pace. He made his way down the aisle that we were sitting on and he stopped in front of Big Daddy. I felt like all the oxygen had been sucked out of the room and my mind was whirling. He asked Big Daddy to stand up. I looked up to the altar, where our pastor was standing, and he gave me a look, a nod, and a smile that it was okay.
This man, whom we had never seen or met, told Big Daddy to hold onto his hand. Now, Big Daddy is not a tiny man, and his hands are ginormous, so when he stands, he is noticed. This man said that the Lord was telling him to “Hold on. Hold on tight to the rope and do not let go. To trust and just hold on tight.” I felt an energy move through me and tears flowed freely, which I don’t usually cry or get swept up in my emotions, so this was strange to me. The moment was fleeting, but the air was thick, and I knew, in my soul, we were in for a ride.
Documenting The Moment
As we sat down, I recorded the date in my Bible. I also wrote down with this man said, to be sure I didn’t forget. We had never had that happen to us before, ever. It was the most bizarre thing ever.
Little did we know, what was coming down tracks.
New Year, New Beginnings
2017 started out with a bang. My daddy had quadruple bypass surgery. Then, my niece was sentenced, and my nephew was close behind her. My daughter went to military school due to behavior. Also, we had a family issue involving another baby that was devastating.
Oh, let’s not forget my oldest daughter called off her engagement. She was downsized at work. We were also fighting with insurance companies for my son’s surgery that he needs. Also, we need to add that my Lady was sick. Soon, she decided to go and be with Jesus. Then, the straw that broke the camel’s back happened. Needless to say, we were reminded to “hold on” a lot throughout the first 6 mths of 2017.
Wait, There is Even More
During the incident involving a family member…Big Daddy and I were trying hard to win a case, and it was merely out of our hands. We knew what we could do to help the situation…we were willing…but it was not our call. As I spoke to a friend of mine, she said that I needed to “hold onto hope.” She also said that the Hebrew meaning of “hope” is “rope,” so hold onto the rope. I caught my breath, and I texted her back and asked her who had told her that. She said it was a word from the Lord to me. I asked her if she knew the man that had said the same thing back in December and she did not know him. That is twice, the Lord has said to “hold on.” I felt like we had held on pretty well. Until…
My Sister Called on a Tuesday
She NEVER calls on a Tuesday. We talk on a Monday and then sometimes towards the end of the week. But on a Tuesday? What the heck? The date was Tuesday, June 6, 2017. I asked her if everything was okay. She said they were but that she had woken up to an odd text. She said it was from a friend, a former neighbor, that she used to walk with. That friend said that the Lord placed my name on her heart and that she was praying for me.
I have never met, spoken too, or even seen a picture of this woman. She merely knows me from what my sister had told her. I’m sure I wasn’t the topic of every conversation…although I am awesome like that. I felt like my stomach just jumped up into my throat. I told my sister I did not like that and that meant that something was fixing to happen. My sister told me to take it as a blessing, but I was unsettled.
Rogue Zebra Spotting
That Tuesday, after a nap, we saw a rogue zebra in our living room. All the pieces to my puzzle were being revealed…one piece at a time.
So our journey moves on. The prophecies continue to flood in and the and the word HOPE continues to permeate every facet of our lives.
Enjoy the Concise Reflections of how our lives were turned upside down by our 7th child simply taking a nap on June 6, 2017. Welcome to our reflection journey.