I am quite literally the tree God did not cut down, though He had every right to. I’m grateful. Sometimes God’s transitions are actually His mercy.

I watched a black bear try to break into my bedroom. When the door didn't work, it looked for another way in. Eventually, it found one.

During one of the evening sessions, my spiritual father walked over to me while I had my head bowed in prayer, begging God to deliver me from whatever had me bound. He laid his hand on my shoulder and began praying, "Lord, You know. Show her. Show her. Show her." Then I felt a hand on my head. It seemed like he stood there for a long time. But as time passed, I heard my spiritual father's voice across the room praying for someone else, while there was still a hand resting on my head.

Years back, me and Chloe were having a conversation. It was at a time where it felt like the enemy was coming at her from every side, trying to take her out. Work stuff, family issues, finances, friendships, the works. While we were talking, I got this download from heaven. I saw a vision of the devil standing in front of this conspiracy board/evidence board.

Last week I dreamt that I was on a work assignment in what we would call a House of Prayer. A literal house where people just pray the heart of God. While on this assignment I started to become perplexed because I was looking at the investment numbers and I did not see a return. It looked like no progress was being made. So, I sent in a complaint to customer service asking for an explanation of what in the world was happening.