Journal Entry: Sunday, July 16, 2017

Sunday, July 16, 2017

11:59 p.m.

This morning at church a man on the Prophetic Team from Greater Chicago Church had a word for me. He saw me as a boy in the back seat of a family car looking out the window while going on a trip. Then he saw me in the family car in the driver’s seat, and Father GOD was in the front passenger seat. I asked Father, “Where are we going? Which way?” Father GOD looked at me and replied, “Where do you want to go?”

This should have been encouraging, but instead it is distressing. Could I be the next President of the U.S.A. while wearing the mantle of Mariah Woodworth-Etter? Could I lead this nation to GOD? Could I start over as a young man and have the family I had hoped to have? Ministered like LORD Jesus every day? Play and write the music and instruments I drempt of? Could I have the finances and property and family I used to dream of having? Can I really choose a destination I want or do I have to “be realistic” and start where I am and forget my lost dreams? Does anything I used to dream of and desire matter anymore?

Instead, the only things I can think of based upon where I currently am is to know GOD as HE IS, and to become a Living Incarnation of the LOVE and POWER Of GOD, and the same for Anita, Brett, Justin, Nikki, and Kaiden. To be completely healed and whole – spirit, soul, and body. To be out of debt, caught up on bills, and never again be in debt or lack for anything. To give ridiculously. I could list so many things, but in reality, the first two on this page are the only ones that truly matter, or so it seems to me.

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