I do wish I kept up on my writing this
past year – it has been so packed and so many miracles … I got way too busy with the school.
God has been telling William now for
several months that we need to start back with proclaiming the Gospel
through singing Christmas Carols. So in November, he mentioned to
someone at the Patriot meetings that we were planning on doing this
(the only date he set was Dec. 23rd in Ashland, but said
he wanted to do this in Coos County as well), did they want to be
involved? Somehow, someone there took this on and set the dates and
printed posters, announced it to the Patriots and started with the
Dec. 4 Christmas Parade in Myrtle Point, in which our school got
heavily involved in. The kids all had built in previous weeks, their
Dirby cars (yearly contest held that evening at Hometown Hardware),
the kids dressed up for a live nativity where someone brought in a
donkey, 2 goats, 3 sheep, and the 10th grade girl had painted a portion of a camel
for background – it was awesome. Anyway, caroling was scheduled
for 6 pm and I assumed we were going to stand in front of the school
and carol, but instead, we all got on this decorated trailer pulled
by a tractor and we went through the parade caroling from the
tractor. I found out later while we were singing out lungs out, no
one could hear us! The whole time I was singing; however, I felt the
spiritual impact of singing about Jesus, the truth, the Gospel, etc.
that entire evening. Even specifically, whenever I said certain
words and phrases, I felt the ‘screams’ of the enemy as he fled.
Anyway, Christmas caroling was also scheduled in Bandon (18th)
and Coos Bay, North Bend (11th). It rained while we were
in Coos Bay, but about 15 or so came out to sing – same thing, I
felt the Spirit around and we saw evidence of impact from what we
were doing (via people stopping in the rain and listening, honking of
horns as people rolled their windows down, listened as they drove by.
North Bend we were inside Pony Village mall – some people just
walking by stopped and sang with us. Toward the beginning while we
were singing, some masked up guy got on his phone and called security
to throw us out; however, security had already given permission AND
he liked it! I know great warfare was taking place throughout each
caroling event.
A side topic dealt with Max’s ex-wife
who had moved back into the area last summer. A couple time she had
tried to connect with me over the months, but I found her to be very
pushy and she irritated me (I know there’s a spiritual thing there
… long story) so I kind of kept her at a distance, even though we
continued to invite her to all gatherings – she showed up at Sunday
meetings a couple times, etc. I know she just wanted to fit in and
be helpful, but there’s something about her that really irritates
me and I don’t want to be near her. I know I’m not supposed to
be that way, but I think it is a familiar spirit thing and I’m not
the one to be working with her. She and her cousin Barb (one of my
art studio artists), wanted to make cookies and did so. Anyway, she
kept hounding me about the caroling events, dates, times, what we
were doing, etc. and I shared it with her as I got the information.
Somehow or another, she got it in her mind that I was in charge of
this whole thing and was getting nitpicky with me about some things
and I kept saying, “I don’t know, I’m not in charge,” yet
somehow she kept missing the part I wasn’t in charge! Well, she
ended up getting mad at me because of Dec. 4th – she
showed up at 6 with a couple people to sing, along with Max – they
went to the school, but the rest of us were already headed for the
float a few blocks away. Only about 5 or 6 people sang at the school
and she got mad at me because I and the rest of the singers were not
there! Anyway, I found out later that during that time, she got into
an argument with Max and he took off.
The next day, I get this text message
from her:
“Well, we did it! Thank you for the
inspiration behind reaching Coos County for Jesus! [then she asked
for info about the other caroling events and she was giving me all
these instructions on how to pull off the Bandon event and telling me
to keep my phone on to take calls from people she was sending to me,
etc. and etc.] “since you are organizing the event and everything.
…”
Anyway, it REALLY pissed me off for some reason and I called
her and lit into her. I know I wasn’t right in doing so, but I DO
NOT LIKE BEING PRAISED FOR ANYTHING!! Putting that on me was really
not a big deal, but I took it as such for some reason and it really
made me hopping mad for days. I never told her I was in charge and I
never said she could give out my phone number, etc. and etc. It
doesn’t matter one way or another, I’ve been in charge of things
before, but that wasn’t the point. Anyway, I kept telling her
otherwise, gave her the schedule (where Bandon and Coos Bay were
swapped on another poster – I think there was more than 1 person
doing posters and got dates swapped – there was no coordination
between anyone. Anyway, I had to repeat myself several times and she
just wasn’t getting it and getting mad at me for giving her wrong
info! So, in the end, I never saw her on the 4th, I got
back and she wasn’t there. She showed up at Pony Village Mall and
then in Coos Bay, but was very subdued, didn’t really talk to me,
but I was too busy trying to lead the singing. I guess, though no
one said so, I became the leader for singing from the 4th
on. I about lost my voice several times. It just fell to me, no one
knew or said, but it just happened that way. Somehow from the
beginning, I knew that to be so that I was the appointed song leader
as in leading the Israelites in battle song – it was a Biblical
victory thing. She hasn’t talked to me (or visa versa) since.
Like I told William, I don’t know what to do about this since I
believe I am the wrong person to work with her. She is in serious
need of deliverance.
William and I were sick in the weeks
leading up to Christmas (I started getting sick the week of
Thanksgiving with a head cold) – this flu acted different than
others. William got the worst of it because of asthma, so his lungs
got real full. I started with a head cold, it ended up in my chest
and I had a harsh, severe cough for a couple weeks. To this day, I
still cough too much with too much flem. Not only that, but both
William and I lost our sense of smell and taste – everything tastes
the same, and I know certain things should have had a strong smell,
and we smelled nothing. Real weird. Also, to this day, William has
way too harsh of a cough for the time it’s been and he’s still
using his breathing machine several times a day. I had to go to the
school 3 days a week anyway while I was sick (I think I had a fever
for a few of those days prior, so while in school, I just had the
severe cough), because Denesa had Jury duty and we are still unsure
of our volunteers at the school – when their kids are gone, there
go our volunteers! So we aren’t sure if we’re going to show up
and find that we are the only ones there (which has happened a couple
times) – we agree that one or the other of us has to be there at
least part of every day. Anyway, William hasn’t worked since Nov.
due to his back being out in Nov. for a couple weeks and then getting
sick – I think he worked a couple days in between, but God has
provided for all of our needs – 3 turkeys and 2 hams in the
freezer – pulled off a great Christmas (and Thanksgiving) dinner!
Chris moving in with us early Dec. and
John moving into our trailer in Oct. Now that was a story:
John text us one Thursday in Oct. on our way to Prayer meeting,
“help!” and that was it. So we immediately tried to call him,
couldn’t get him, text him and found out he was on the side of the
road with all his stuff having been evicted. So we spent the evening
rescuing him. Soon after, Denesa hired him a couple days a week to
deliver furniture for her furniture store. We had told him initially
that he needed to take this opportunity living here with us, to save
all his money to find his own place; however, as time went on, we
realized he was spending it too fast, not saving, going to that new
ceramic store and painting – all of which is his own business and
choice; however, we told him our trailer is not a permanent solution.
Jon called us one day in early Dec. and
said, “Chris wants to move up there with you. We’ll be there in
a week. He finally quit the dollar store.” We saw this as an
answer to prayer and a total miracle. Chris has been on the streets
these past 4 years, lost and getting worse – schizophrenia,
paranoia, living in the public bathrooms – locking himself in for
days, refusing to communicate with family, then other times,
expecting Jon and Jen to take him in days on end, etc. I guess, he
one day recently, he crawled into his tent, opened his bible and got
set free. Not 2 days later, Jon shows up with Chris on our doorstep!
We were just getting used to the idea let alone doing something
about it (clean up the downstairs room, etc.)! Anyway, we were
shocked yet joyful that he was set free and in out of the cold. I’ve
noticed ever since, how clear-minded, God-seeking, joyful, and
interacting normally with us he has been. What a total miracle!
Also in October, my daughter moved in
with my mom. Mom has almost been totally bedridden for months now,
her roommate Debra died last month, Albert is getting sicker from
cancer of the lungs, etc. and is sleeping almost more than mom these
past few months. Anyway, I’m glad Laura moved in with her so she
could get the care she’s been needing; however, Laura,
unfortunately, has turned into her father – that over-controlling,
evil spirit that was on him, seems to be worse on her. Between her
rebellion from age 18 on getting worse and worse in deed and heart,
she is not my daughter – the daughter I raised is not evident in
her. Last Aug. when I went to visit her (first time I’ve seen her
since 2016), I could not believe how dark she had become.
Spiritually, physically – I saw no love, no joy, no happiness
whatsoever, no warmth, no familial ties, no words even to express
such, etc. She’s even worse now. Where William and I were gaining
ground with my mom Spiritually and Politically – she was actually
listening to us and saying she believed what we were saying, etc.,
Laura comes in and completely tears it all apart – not even mom
talks to me much anymore, let alone Laura. I told mom I was coming
down for the days before Christmas to visit her somewhere around
Thanksgiving. She was excited, yet gripped that I wasn’t staying
longer as well as through to her birthday – celebration the whole
time. I told her I couldn’t due to other obligations and she
gripped that I put others before her, etc. and etc. Anyway, the end
of it was that not only her, but Laura yelling so in the background,
“you cannot come in here without wearing a mast the entire time.”
I said no way. Now, this entire past year-and -a -half, she has
never once asked me to wear a mask around her, nor was she hesitant
(even in Aug. when I saw her) to hug me, etc. Now, she’s like
Gestapo insisting! No, it was a Laura, being a control freak over
mom now – she has taken charge (the devil sent in some big guns to
block mine or William’s words of salvation from getting through)
like a gate keeper now keeping me out. Prior to my visit to the
valley, Laura was very guarded in conversation with me, and very
short and vague. After I was home, she was all jovial and chatty –
it is she who does not want to see me! That was the situation last
October when both Laura and Kelly came to mom’s – they really
didn’t want to see me but they all plotted together to make me out
to be the bad guy and in the end, coming within 1 hour drive from my
house, yet made no effort to see me. (the spirit in them knows the
Spirit in me will whoop them)!
Arrived in the Rogue Valley Dec. 22nd
– stopped, almost like last minute, literally, at Steve's house. He had just gotten home and was still outside, hadn’t even
gone in yet. He was so excited to see us. I had noticed when we got
there, he was stooped over more than usual, looked sad and lost. But
after our hour-long conversation, he was so perked up and happy
looking. I felt that there were angels in the room the whole time,
that when we came in there, there came light, and as we talked, we
got more and more excited in the Lord – I believe our last minute
stop was God-inspired and Steve was blessed! What’s cool, is that
he invited us to the Medford Gospel Mission (where he volunteers) for
their Christmas dinner. I was so surprised and impressed on the
improvements on the place. Not only was the dining room like a
restaurant, but the ladies delivered the food to us – very good.
Not only that, but the whole place had been modified and refurbished.
Next, stopped to see mom, she refused
to see me (whole episode over mask), got signed paper work for my
house (I had mailed her a form earlier in the week), from her
dresser, she was in bed with her back to me, awake, but refusing to
turn over. When I went into the house, I was rather shocked to
notice it was all dark entirely, no fire was going in the fireplace,
and not a person was to be seen anywhere. I noticed that Karen’s
dog was yapping in the driveway, right under the loft apartment
(where Albert now lives). No one seemed to be about. Now, I wonder,
is Laura really taking good care of mom? Mom refusing to talk to me
when I called the 25th and 27th; however, she
talked with Denesa when she called about the house on the 28th
and was very pleasant. Mom is being controlled by Laura as
well. William and I have been doing warfare for their sakes ever
since we realized what has been going on, and William especially, has
been getting even more intense in this way over them.
Dec. 23 Christmas Caroling on the plaza
in Ashland – after 9 years of being gone, very powerful. It has
been raining pretty steadily all day, but William and I kept saying
throughout the day, “it’ll stop while we are singing”. Sure
enough, while we were unpacking the car, it was pouring. I had the 3
girls (Tamara’s) telling them to stick to me like glue all evening
(and they did). About 10 or so people showed up with umbrellas,
ready to sing (me and the girls also each had umbrellas). I talked
to this one guy and my mouth took off without me again … he was
asking what church was sponsoring this, and I said none, that we were
just out to preach the gospel through Christmas songs, to re-take
Ashland in the name of Jesus through our caroling, and on I went like
that, which was all good and true; however, I ended it with “and we
are the real deal.” And he stepped back with a surprised look and I
realized how bad that sounded, even though I only meant to say that
we were just out here doing what Jesus would do – I wasn’t
meaning anything toward praising myself or any such thing, I just
realized I must have sounded like I did – it wasn’t my intention!
I did also say, “It will stop raining when we start singing, and
it will resume when we stop.” And sure enough, that is what exactly
happened!
Anyway, by then we had about 20 or so
gathering. One group were all masked up, took the books, and when we
started singing, they just looked at their books and would not sing.
They backed away from us to the edge of the Plaza, stood there
through another song, looking like they were confused and didn’t
know what to do about this situation. They then ended up across the
street doing the same thing. I lost track of them after that. When
we started singing, an intoxicated man came into our midst (different
than 9 years ago where he stayed on the outer parameter cursing
God), this guy would sing, but when we got to anything about Jesus,
or Emanuel, or the blood or cross of Jesus, he would freak out,
scream, and wiggle around real weird. Throughout all of this, me and
the girls were standing on the concrete boarder area above the
people, leading in song. At the same time, an obviously
Spirit-filled lady kept praying for and over him throughout caroling,
William, I could see, was nearby, observing everything AND praying,
in the end, he was set free, sobered up, and left his large, paper
bag of weed behind.
Since it was Tamara’s birthday and
she was working, we dropped the kids off at their house (dad was
home) and went to the bar where she worked. We sat there for quite
some time appalled and annoyed at the culture around us – how much
people have changed/TV has changed over the past 40 years, etc.
almost ready to call it quits, when Tamara finally shows up with a
friend to introduce us – who when all gaga over William and his
hair. Anyway, we ended up in the smoking lounge where she
introduced us to her boss. There William and he get into this great
discussion about God, really making an impact on both and Tamara.
She had been struggle with God while lamenting the struggle of being
a mom with a cheating boyfriend, etc. Yet, still holding back from
God and the seeking she needs to do …
Anyway, back to the day before, after
we left mom’s, we went to get Jon (he got off work at 3), then went
to Tamara’s, came home the 24th via 101 (5 ½ hour trip)
due to snow on the pass, wonderful trip home, picnic (packed food –
too broke) on the beach (Gold Beach), got home around 4 or so …