This letter I am holding is testimony directly from someone who witnessed these wondrous events!
Someone who endured unimaginable persecution because of his faithfulness to this very testimony!
Aware that she would be dismissed by the majority, she sought those with open hearts and minds – those who heard her voice and found her worthy of pursuit.
To my mother, he said, “You have been entrusted with much, and have proved yourself faithful. Your children will rise up and call you ‘Blessed.’”
As guardian angels, we work with our assignments. If they ask or seek our help through prayer, we assist however we can to safeguard them.
Within my frame, I see the mongrels frenzy as they play the horde bearing down on the land about me.
When they helped Him into the boat, the winds calmed down to normal. In a little while, the waves followed suit.
Without thought, I withstood my work and approached her. She paid me less concern than the animal that had pulled her and the caravan about.
The crowd fell into a fearful silence. Jesus recognized the voice of His Heavenly Father, heard so often in the Scriptures and in His heart.
How can the One who created the universe be confined in flesh? thought the mother. “Jesus. His name is Jesus,” Joseph simply stated.
“Hallo!” growled Scrooge, in his accustomed voice, as near as he could feign it. “What do you mean by coming here at this time of day?”
The Phantom glided on into a street. Its finger pointed to two persons meeting. Scrooge listened again, thinking that the explanation might lie here.
Elizabeth explained what was happening—a move of the Spirit of God! The child within her lept at the sound of Mary’s voice and she was filled with the Spirit of God!
I allowed my fingers to trace her name. This woman was an important person in the history of our faith, and up until this morning, I had never heard of her.
The Ghost smiled thoughtfully, and waved its hand: saying as it did so, “Let us see another Christmas!”
Gather with your family and read together about Scrooge’s journey as he meets the Ghosts of Christmas Past, Present, and Yet to Come.
Fricke’s goal to highlight hidden battles and the struggle to open up was effortlessly achieved. Ultimately, the sense that we are all Amy in our own ways grew on me.
“Rabbi!” I said. Tears of a different kind now began pouring out. There were no more questions. No more confusion. Jesus was here.
I don’t know if anyone else noticed it, but there seemed to be a somberness about Him, and I couldn’t help but be more contemplative as I prepared the meal.
“How will I know if the pearl chooses me, Grandfather?” “You mustn’t worry your pretty head over it, Felice. You will know when it comes time if it’s meant to be you.”
“Tell me. What all did you see?” We went through this process after every vision. We fed off of each other’s gifts like we were taught to do in our special seminary.