His Whole House Blog
By Claudia O.
Path to Life
This picture illustrates the small gate and narrow path that leads to life. Matthew 7:14.
Since my journey with the Lord began, I’ve been searching for the path that leads to abundant life. However, I couldn’t find it because I was too filled up with pride, anger, and resentment. In order to protect myself, I created shields and structures which didn’t allow Jesus in to work, fully bless and honor me in life. I often morphed into other shapes and sizes (the diamond) in order to become what I thought others wanted me to be. Today through the work in prayer ministry, I am on the trajectory to enter into abundant life and all the Lord has for me. As you can see now, I am the right shape, about the right size, and have been emptied of the weights that used to hold me captive. The Holy Spirit surrounds me, protects me, and guides me. I am moving towards the gate. God has me, and we work together as I move into His promises for my life.
Kent was born May 26, 1925 in Joplin Missouri to Virgil and Helen. Kent went home to be with his Heavenly Father May 18, 2018 in Tomball Texas at the age of 92 years, 11 months, 23 days. Kent and Grace Hope celebrated their 14th anniversary on March 9.
Kent was baptized in 1934 by Pastor Ross Musgrave, in The South Joplin Christian Church in Joplin Missouri. He preached his first sermon at the age of 17 (on crutches) and was ordained as a Pastor with the First Christian Church in Joplin Missouri, a recognized ordination by Elim Fellowship of New York, on May 10, 1943. An apostolic call to the ministry, Kent has preached and spread the word of God throughout the world. A Pastor to Pastors, missionary to Brazil, Paraguay and Argentina, Kent has impacted the Body of Christ with his testimony of love for over 75 years.
Grace Hope Newman
Martha Jane Meyer, Gayle Poindexter, Terri A. Newman, John R. Newman,
Patsy A. Newman, Joy L. Asbill and Molly C. McNamara
Other children who have preceded their Father in death are
Darla J. Correll, Stewart K. Newman, Patrick Parker and Vera S. Parker
Numerous grandchildren, great-grandchildren,
nieces, nephews, other relatives and many, many friends
So the question to consider might be: What is my part?
Plight of the Cottonwood Seed
Part 3 of 3
By Gerri Wilson and Vicki Freleigh
Tonight we’d be in Riggins, Idaho and tomorrow in Utah. My “moment in time” was now and I was trusting Jesus with the outcome!
I began to say what, for me, were silent prayers at the start of any trip: “Please, Jesus, keep Vicki and me safe.” I denied my tendency to imagine the worst by thinking, “Oh that couldn’t happen. Jesus wouldn’t let it.” Then I remembered the cottonwood seed landing on the water! I thought of people like Keith Green and all the Christians who’d died in the Twin Towers on 9/11. Yes, it COULD happen! I recalled His words to me in the hot tub…”Where the seed lands and what becomes of it is up to Me. I watch over each one.”
Suddenly, I was overcome by His immense pleasure in my decision to risk failure. What a thrill to be following my heart on the path He had laid out for me! A deep satisfaction of completeness swept into my being. I finally was aware that I fit in this universe. If I died today, it was well with me. Then, suddenly – our pudgy little red car was spinning in a graceful dance all over the winter highway!
Fifteen minutes into our adventure I rounded a blind curve a little too fast. An oncoming car was just starting to cross over the double-yellow line. When I swerved to avoid the collision, my rear wheels dug into slushy snow. The steering wheel refused to respond to my commands! I can still remember the string of swirling snapshots passing across my windshield. Highway, mountain wall, highway, cliff, highway, mountain wall, highway…..
Adrenalin must have turned on the slow motion camera as a flood of thoughts came pouring through my mind at a snail’s pace: “Our journey is over already – we’re landing on the water! Here comes the embankment. I’ve killed Gerri! At least we ‘flew’. We’re going to roll! This luggage in the back seat is so heavy. If Gerri is hurt, it’s my fault! At least we ‘flew’. How can we survive this? We can’t! Oh Jesus, Jesus, Jesus”..…
(Gerri and Vicki)
We didn’t know fear and peace could exist simultaneously, but they can. Under- girding us amidst the highway flurry was an abiding peace --- or was it Joy? Deep, deep inside our hearts was the satisfaction that we had finally “flown”!!! If our journey was supposed to end now, we had fulfilled our call.
Vicki and Gerri continued combining prophetic art with Prayer ministry for eleven more years, ministering in most of these United States and parts of Canada. Today there are approximately 5,000 anointed drawings which, when shared, still bring revelations and healing to hurting hearts!
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By: Dana Moody
"The Jews had light, and gladness, and joy, and honor." Esther 8:16
Esther got to a time of light and gladness with joy and honor. As I pondered that verse, I realized that she honored others first. She released her agenda and body to her kings—to King God then the earthly king. She went all in. She accepted her lot. She had suffered the loss of her parents, yet she trusted God enough to open her hands and touch the King’s body with so much love, compassion and honor that he instantly was drawn to the essence of her and knew he would be a better man with her by his side.
Since Esther was a beauty queen, I don’t think I have ever aspired to being “like her”. Yet, I can honor my King when I touch my husband and kids with hands so surrendered to God that His healing energy passes through my skin to theirs. I can be fully present with them because my spirit, soul (mind, will, and emotions), and body no longer are being pulled to other places to find my comfort and identity. This indeed is the “quiet” spirit—the one who emanates acceptance.
However this acceptance was a hard-fought battle……….
Being an extroverted, rambunctious, never get tired of talking girl has made me question my worth. After all, 1 Peter 3:4 says “Rather, it should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God's sight.”
Like Jacob I have fiercely wrestled with God and my earthly Father for the blessing of identity and self-worth. From my earliest memory, my life has been a struggle, and I had hated my name because it was a masculine name. Bitterness, the belief that God did not intervene the way He should have, caused me to believe that I could not trust God or anyone else to help me, be there for me, guide me, or affirm me. Like Jacob I was exhausted with my head up against a rock, when my Lord came to me and asked me to “let go”.
For years I have asked, “Let go of what”? The meaning of the name Jacob describes a person who is clever at finding a way around an obstacle. Jacob did not want to rely on his earthly father or heavenly father to bless him with provision and identity. Instead, he used self-protecting tools of manipulation, control, and deception. I deceived myself into believing that I was a good Christian who “trusted and relied” on God while I was trying to control everything and everybody around me.
Like Jacob something in me has broken. I am walking in a different way because I can now lean on my staff—I am turning to prayer and His Word as quickly as trouble arises and true comfort soothes me.
Isaiah 43 is real to me because I have accepted it on all levels—spirit, soul, body.
To surrender the burning desire for God, people, and myself to do what I have decided is the “right thing” is a hard-fought battle. Jesus said in John, that He only said what God told Him to say and how to say it. Pressing into solitude in order to hear God then obeying what He says do is so terribly hard when your flesh, others, and the enemy are putting competing thoughts in your head.
I have come to be very grateful and praise God for the gift of His precious Spirit that stays with me, allowing me the grace and time to find my balance, as I limp along. May we be ever diligent to pick each other up daily, believing more in His ability, than our own. I will not be deluded any longer—the potholes covered by water are in my road, so I am learning to welcome and will rely on my staff and my guides, God, Jesus, Holy Spirit, and trustworthy, believing brothers and sisters in Christ.
Quickly, my life translated into that of a cottonwood seed. I saw myself tightly tucked up in the corner of an open seedpod---still in the tree. Like watching a movie, I recognized numerous incidents over the years where I had chosen not to risk. For the most part, I had lived my whole life afraid of landing on the water!
“So, Lord, if You’re okay with this seed not becoming a cottonwood tree, what is it You DO want from a cottonwood seed?”
“What delights Me, Gerri, is when the seed longs to become a tree! I created it with exactly that passion. Where the seed lands and what becomes of it is up to Me. I watch over each one.”
All of a sudden the responsibility to know how to “NOT land on the water” lifted off my shoulders! I was now free to risk --- knowing my final destiny was in God’s hands. My job was to come out of the shadows, allow the sun to dry me out (so my puff-wings could sprout) and let the natural course of events unfold! At that moment, I understood my truest destiny was in agreeing to enjoy the journey with Him!
Six months after our shared “epiphany” in the hot tub, the ministry we were involved in folded. Gerri and I suddenly found ourselves jobless and homeless! This was so out of our box I suspected God was doing something. I settled down to listen to Him…”This is your opportunity to combine art and prayer ministry, Vicki. Will you risk it with Me?”
Knowing Gerri would understand if I put it to her this way, I said, “I think it’s time to be cottonwood seeds. We have nothing but a car roof over our heads, Gerri. I believe God is telling us it’s time to try prayer ministry and art together. Are you ready to let go and FLY?”
The nano-second Vicki posed the question, I knew it was God. Two weeks later we were packing Vicki’s car with way too much luggage. Ministry doors had opened to give us three weeks of counseling appointments in Southern California. With little clue of how art and prayer ministry could go together, we said, “Yes” to this adventure. The wind of God’s Spirit would take us! Our part was to delight in the journey and see what He would do.
The last square inch of cargo space in my little red car was filled. Dear friends were hugged good-bye, blessings were spoken and hands were waved. Although snow clouds hugged Northern Idaho the morning of February 2nd, 2003, our horizon was wide and free! I was behind the wheel and we’d be driving out of this weather soon enough.
To be continued in Part 3...
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