and...THE RESTORATION OF ALL THINGS
I'm sitting here in the office working on class for this evening. Its a very bright sunny day out, April’s showers are taking second fiddle to the sun so far, a whole lot of month still to discover. Remind me I need to find some kind of roman shade/ blinds to cover the immediate window behind me as the “Sun” makes it difficult to see my computer screen, not a first world problem.
I hear the tiny wind chime on the front door jingle jingle, then direct my eyes to the door to greet my visitor. “Hello” may I help you? Thinking that this colorful creative individual must be in search of the apartment manager as so many people think this is the “managing office”. Thus begins a barrage of questions and fragmented thoughts from her.
She was lured this way by the prophetic art that we have displayed around the office and it spoke to her creative nature. Shall we call her Poe? That is what her name means “Place of Elms” Gaelic. Poe is easier.
I invited Poe to have a seat in the Marilyn M. chair and she nestled on in and I began to have a conversation with Holy Spirit on “her” behalf while listening with my heart to her questions and or the need at hand. Her clothing was that of a unique college student. Short jean jacket, dark leggings, ankle boots, bangles and bracelets on both wrists, beautiful cursive tattoo on her forearm. I asked her what it said as it was in “French”, “hardship to the stars” she replied and she kept asking me questions about the bible, shared that she had a degree in foreign languages, greek being one of them and proceeded to share with me some of her interpretations of the cross and the book of revelations. Her spirit was not one of confrontation but one that had a voice of expression misunderstood from the community around her. About this time I looked a little deeper under her bright red hair/wig, done up with bobbles and things like someone would if they were sporting dreads. Hair memorabilia is what I call it. Her voice was comfortably soft flowing from a jawline covered by a 5 o’clock shadow. Hands large covered by fingerless gloves, feet small. My heart began to dig deeper into my visitors visit, not wanting our now “apparent” different worlds to clash. Poe’s conversation and words always seem to choose words that were “dual” even Christ was a “dual” person to her, I listened on and then asked her if she would like to have a conversation with Him. This surprised her on one hand but then the gap and casm in her idea of Jesus appeared. He was not real to her. So I purposed my words to only respond with affirmations and continued to listen. Sharing testimony from a spiritual place about my Jesus which she loved, the “mystic” stuff. The conversation seemed unproductive so I jumped of the transparent bridge and asked her a question. I asked, “Poe do you feel and sense that I actually, genuinely care for you?” All random thoughts went out the window at this point as I had made myself vulnerable to her response. She thought about it for a moment, said a few uh’s, Hmmm’s and then said yes! I do feel like you really care for me. “Whew” were my thoughts, I was placing myself in a Holy Spirit test to see if I was emoding a religious spirit in any way. Poe said “But aren’t these places suppose to be filled with caring people?” She had a point.
Maybe about 45 minutes into our visit and my desire that Holy Spirit and I were trying to hit the mark!!!! Here…….a woman came in the back door of the office asking for a phone book to locate a local Dr. office……...she walked with a limp easy to notice..this woman grumbled a bit, obviously in pain, and a bit perturbed by the local medical field. I grabbed the phone book from the cabinet and said that I could probably find her Doctor easier by googling the name, which I did……..then I copied the directions and gave them to the woman. Yes, you know what I did next? Ha ha ha, I asked her what was wrong with her foot? She was suffering with a type of neuropathy, in a lot of pain, on her way to a neurologist, I ask her if I could pray for her. “Oh yes please I know Jesus she said”. I shared with her 2 testimonies that I personally had of the Lord healing neuropathy thru my hands, all the while Poe is still warming Marilyn's chair and watching all the “office” happenings. I prayed for this womans feet 3 times, what began a pain level of 200%, now freed and loosen greatly, she never gave me a reduced number, nor did she desire to continue to investigate what Holy Spirit was already doing, for in her mind she was on her way to the “Doctors”.I blessed her and sent her with directions in hand and returned my attentions to Poe.
During our brief interruption she had gathered her things as if we had spent enough time together thus far, so I asked her if I could pray for her, she replied yes.
I often see things with the eyes of my spirit and saw an arrow piercing thru her right shoulder. I shared this with Poe from the most positive manner that I could put into words and asked if that meant anything to her. She said yes and no. Then I asked her if she was aware of anyone that she needed to forgive that might represent the “arrow”. Poe pondered and said nope. Then I jump out with a most sensitive unction, I asked her, could this “arrow” be self inflicted? At this point the tears began to well and fall. Holy Spirit and I had found the “sore” spot so to speak so we walked thru some forgiveness and then I did a prophetic act and pulled out the arrow and then with her help we laid our hands on the wound and Jesus healing it up.
Tears of freedom fell from her/his misunderstood heart and I shared at this moment that that was my Jesus she just met. Poe told me that when she watched me pray for this other woman Jesus had hands that she had never been introduced before too. I hugged her and blessed her. Holy Spirit will continue to reveal and love.
I'm so thankful that the Jesus I know, in me could be witnessed today to Poe, someone who He dearly loves.
Meeting Wisdom was most definitely a highlight day. She is gorgeous, motherly, kind and of course wise. Sometimes its just easier talking with your "Mom". I have a great relationship with my folks, Mom and I have had blessed communication since I grew out of my teen years.
She, Wisdom is the key component to getting understanding for me. I have unexplainable encounters, my white board app that I use on my i "products" helps me at least draw some kind of representation, google does well too........but Wisdom deals with my desires to obtain the uh huh! Her intuitive nature to "ME" as she was there with Gods thoughts towards me becoming me give her inside information. Her dress around me has seemed simple but everything she does is extravaganza. The queen of "Bow and Poof" in my books. Ask me another day about that.
When Jesus described/desired to gathering Jerusalem like a hen gathers her chicks I sense that Wisdom was helping Him from the inside out. Outside He couldn't force the will of others to be manipulated in anyway, but inside is where eternity could grasp the desire.
I was introduced to Wisdom's Heights before I was introduced to it's Matriarch. Strange huh. Actually that is where I began to encounter heaven before you could talk about encountering heaven. It certainly is nice to be able to have a conversation and ask questions.
Her hand maidens are very stealth what seems like a sous chef, they do all the leg work/prep work and the chef deals with the people. Good comments about the food or complaints.
My favorite thing about Her is just us being. We always meet at the junction of a pathway and sit on a bench. See Prov. 8. Its a women thing I suppose. Not busy but simple and easy to undo all my pondering s. She is very patient with me if my emotions are caught in the pondering s as well, managing to bring out the truth of the matter which leads me to see Him from a pure heart and thought. It is all about Him you know.
Well just wanted to share.....go get understanding she will lead you to Wisdom. blessings
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