Wake up there are roses to smell in Heaven.

I just don’t know what to think anymore. All the horrible things going on in this world. People are incited to come against injustice. Yet we know that will lead to police states. We will end up in camps under arrest, control. I don’t seeing it too far in the future. Most people don’t even know there are detention centers all over prepared for this. It has been planned by those behind the scenes. What about those 15,000 Russian troops working with FEMA?  They won’t have a problem with us will they? Big everything, money, power, and the biggest evil, Satan, yes he is their ultimate leader, father, master. He planned it all, knowing he is already defeated. In any despicable way he wants to take your soul with him to hell. You have said it or heard over and over “I wish these Christians would stop preaching and go away.”‘ We won’t have time to warn you then or say see ya. You’ll be at the great white throne judgement (Revelation 20) and then we won’t see you anymore. Because after the worst coming upon this world, worse yet, you will suffer for eternity away from the God that loved and made you. He sent His Son, God incarnate, to live the only perfect life. He preached the kingdom and performed miracles. His apostles had the power to do some after He died. It was so those seeing and believing would tell us not seeing then believing. He sent His son to take our place for our sins. He died. Do you believe? Do you believe that He rose from the dead? Have you believed when you heard the gospel many, many times in your life? You will be without excuse for not believing.

I made a joke (so my family thought it was) that if they come with the red truck you will be gassed right away. If they come with the green one you’ll be gassed but you have some time. I know what I have read in many places, with all the signs in front of our faces, “Why don’t they see?” Most can’t. So we reach those that can and will see. I like my new label BPD, borderline personality disorder. I truly can relate to that one. It fits perfect. I am an outspoken In Christ Christian with a BPD thorn. I believe all of us have thorns. The matter is if your thorn will bring you broken to the cross of Christ and to the throne of God. You are not in charge. He is.

It took me most of my (vapor) life time here to be that broken clay pot. Remember, He is the Potter. I looked up and said I can’t do it anymore. He already knew it. Amen I believed. I trust. I follow. He leads. He is The Good Shepherd, My Savior, My King, My God, The I AM.

It’s been a while since I have felt like writing. God has been very busy everywhere. My brother’s twin does not want me there anymore. I am his sister. Sister to both the non-believing brother and believing (saved, born again) brother that has a few hours, a day maybe. I can’t be there. I am alone at my mother’s house. Because he can’t handle that God is working right next to him. He is angry. There is nothing he can do to stop his brother from pain or dying. He does not want to accept it. He wants to blame me or rant on me. Poor BPD me. That thorn sticks hard when you have all this going on.

I have been back since Friday alone. My aunt is wonderful to me. She was already here when I got here, my second comforter. I have had some pretty sad moments all in faith with the Lord. I have had joyous moments knowing my brother’s suffering for over a year is almost done. What made me write tonight is what my aunt said. My brother is sedated but, still is going through the motions of working at his job. He really loved what he did. I thank God he let him enjoy doing it from home until near this end. I cried visualizing  him working. I won’t be there when he dies. You see I had to move out-of-the-way. The closer it got the more I had to let my other brother exert his so-called power. He does not have any power. He will face that soon. I don’t know the after part. I only know that God knows it.

This year our church had a new mission. It’s called “Each one Reach one”. I pray that is the case.  Lord Jesus it is all for you, not for us.

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