#3: “Home-run Hallelujah”

There’s exactly 10 days until it is officially Fall (not that anyone is counting-right?!).  I don’t know about you, friends…but I have heard the stories of many people that are “dragging” to get up in the mornings and it makes perfect sense to me.  I believe our bodies know that the cold weather is coming and despite the year going by fast…we are tired and are ready to “hiberate”.  In the Midwest, it becomes increasingly difficult to get out and about in incremental weather and in the “4 letter “S” word” (I can’t even bring myself to say it yet-Ha!).  So with all this in mind, I want to share a story about Summer since my last blog was about Summer (which I am being called to revise this upcoming week so I will have another blog on Friday and revise the last).  For now, here’s a story that I will NEVER forget about Summer.  I hope it impacts you just as it did for myself because I believe there are no coincidences with God and in fact…we often have trouble walking by faith because our human sight interferes with God’s living miracles. What are you choosing to believe and see…coincidences or miracles? Are you willing to let go and be perpetually obedient? How far would you go to be obedient? Would you be willing to “look crazy”? I encourage you to read this story and to answer those questions in prayer. If a notoriously stupid commercial can ask us “What would you do for a Klondike bar?”…surely you can answer, “What would you do for the creator of the universe whom loves you unconditionally?”

Some of the following information may repeat for a split moment to give you a fuller perspective on this miracle that I was blessed with and about to write about.  After my relationship with Jase the ended because he didn’t want me to be a disciple of Jesus or go to church…I urgently moved away from Indiana and with my family as the situation had grown dangerously abusive.  I’ll speak on this forever….I have the best family God could have ever blessed me with and I do my best to not take that for granted and to serve them how I am able to.  This means, I do my best to actively help my family out as much as I possibly can; this includes my 82 year old Grandmother whom I call “Gram” and love to NO end.  We are more alike than I would like to admit at times because her resilience and strength always amazes me in a world that I tend to grow tired of at times.  Yet, I see this 82 year old woman do things I have NEVER seen an 82 year old do; things like moving furniture, cooking large amounts of food with my Aunt, and her beautiful ability to listen to Holy Spirit with consistent moves of generosity.  She never goes unnoticed and her heart is beautiful to me.  So take away the fact she’s my Gram, take away the fact the Bible says to take care of widows, take away the fact I love her unconditionally…and in the end I see my heart to help others where and when I can because I am here for a reason; God made me a helper and there’s no greater joy in life than seeing someone grow or someone’s face when I am able to be a vessel to help another.

At the beginning of this Summer (2025),  I experienced a miracle that involved my Gram.  Side note, part of the reason I want to revise the last blog is to  include the exact moment of submission that I had to Abba because I can EASILY pinpoint it in Fall of 2024.  I side note this because I gained a healthy fear of using prophecy in the wrong way after that point of submission.  I didn’t even ask for it, however it was given to me…so I don’t typically share prophecies given to me.  I will say on occasion WHEN I AM MOVED TO or feel it’s safe…I will share with a trusted individual in Biblical community to make sure that I am still “on the up and up”.  That being said, I was fully submitted with a healthy fear of misusing my prophetic gifts when I was helping my Gram at the start of this Summer in our yard.  She had goals she wanted to accomplish and 9/10 I take helping as an opportunity to bond with others, show love, and reflect God’s light.  We have a beautiful yard to match the beautiful day Gram and I were working in; the sun was shining, the clouds looked like vanilla cotton candy, the fresh air in our lungs matched our ability to create a revitalized atmosphere in our yard, and the smooth afternoon allowed us to work together to clean our yard up and to plant various pretty flowers.  One thing I love about nature is FLOWERS, they’re just aesthetically pleasing to my eyes so I was excited!!!  I had tossed a cardboard box in our firepit and Holy Spirit flooded me with a vision of a baseball.  Again, most divine communication I have is auditory so I didn’t understand why I was being shown a baseball and then I heard Holy Spirit’s still small voice, “The next baseball that comes over the fence from your neighbors…you are to invite them to your church.”  Now…to avoid misuse of my gifts…I am going to be as objective as possible to give you the broadest and most honest perspective that I can.  It is not a rarity for any type of ball to fly across our fence seeing as the neighbors behind us have like 4-5 kids active in sports.  The dad takes a lot of time and pride in his kid’s ability to play ball.  

I felt moved and safe to tell my Gram the moment after hearing Holy Spirit because no differently than you and I having dialogue face to face did I hear Holy Spirit’s voice (which is truly not uncommon-I have a near constant flow).  Despite the fact that Gram and I were in the groove of working hard towards our yard goals, I stopped what I was doing and asked that she did as well to take a moment of respect and rest to tell her exactly what had just happened.  I call divine messages “VIMs - Very Important Messages) and have for many years now.  So I told Gram about the VIM and she simply smiled.  Sometimes friends…I flat out feel “crazy” when I get VIMs because in humility…I know and am grateful for my place as a vessel for The Lord.  I also know my heart better than I ever have and I have removed MY plans and MY agendas for Abba’s purpose and His kingdom.  So when I got the simply beautiful smile from Gram, it was sweet but I also felt “50 shades of “cray”.  Anyways, Gram and I carried on working outside and quite awhile after, I was reminded by my body that I have a bladder and needed to go inside for a quick restroom break.  Gram was determined to stay outside and keep working (which honestly didn’t surprise me with that previous strength I was writing about).  So I went inside quickly but was also stopped by my loving Aunt on my way out that Gram had forgotten her phone.  During the few minutes I was inside, I came out with Gram’s phone in hand to see she was on her hands and knees by our trash cans.  This area of our property is not stable ground for her to be trekking and I knew she had fallen.  I dashed over to make sure she was okay.  She was shaking on her hands and knees but was actively trying to get up so obviously I helped her but as I helped her…in her left hand I saw an UNEARTHED baseball.  This baseball was stained in an array of greens and browns because surely it had been there for an extended period of time.  We got Gram up and I tied up loose ends in the yard…and in gratitude for being a vessel for The Lord.

I found it no coincidence that the family was outside working in their yard as well so I took the opportunity to return the baseball in loving gratitude for Jesus and full obedience for God’s kingdom. I had never had a conversation with these people and I am pretty introverted because I struggle with internal social anxiety though no one would know this.  I fight that social anxiety each day by being brave and having dialogue with others.  That is precisely what I did; I walked over to the fence to meet the dad and children.  Through that God driven moment of conversation, I was told that the family is Jewish, however I invited them anyways. I did exactly what Holy Spirit guided me to do and in fact… I continue to go above and beyond each time a ball flies over the fence by inviting them.  To be honest, the balls over the fence have lessened which may be a skillful contribution to the situation but I believe that family knows my heart.  I never told them about hearing Holy Spirit of the vision of the baseball prior to that but I continue to invite them to church when a ball flies over the fence.  None of this is about “being right”...it’s about being obedient.  If you’re walking in obedience the way children of God are called to be…it will ALWAYS be a continuous practice…even when we feel “crazy”.  Feelings come and feelings go.  FOREVER God’s truth has power over the enemy’s attacks that include lies and feelings that may seem hard to realize are TEMPORARY.  I will forever stand with Abba to continue to be the best vessel I can be for HIS will to be done.  I want to take the opportunity to quote the amazing movie The Forge (If you haven’t seen this-I really encourage you to.): ”Be a fountain…not a drain.”.  I feel I am the best fountain I can be when I am open to Abba, love like Jesus, and allow myself to be intentionally guided by Holy Spirit; for this I am beautifully…

#Satisfied