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Whenever someone hears his name they always ask me, <i>"Where did his name come from?</i>" or <i>"Did you name him after Princess Diana's fiancé, Dodi El Fayed?</i><br />
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<span style="color: #990000;">An angel appeared to me in a dream and handed me a kitten. He said, <i>"his name is called Dodi."</i></span><br />
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When I awoke from this dream I wrote it down in my dream journal and then I looked up the meaning of the name Dodi.<br />
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Pronounced <i>Dough-dee</i>: which means, "well loved, precious gift."<br />
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Several months later I received this adorable kitten as a gift, therefore I named him Dodi.<br />
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Whenever Dodi looks up at me, I am reminded of the angel in my dream. Dodi's eyes are so heavenly and I am so thankful for this precious gift. I also continue to share my story about him with others.<br />
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A few weeks ago I was thinking about all the name changes in the Bible. It fascinates me that Jesus changed people's names. This shows me the importance of a name and the meaning behind it. Our name is our identity and our identity is our purpose.<br />
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As I was pondering this I began thinking about all the people that are struggling in this world. They are broken, bitter, depressed and lost. Most of them don't know or don't understand the power of Jesus' name. They don't know that His name is above any other name. They don't realize that they can call upon His name and be healed and restored from anything that they are going through or struggling with.<br />
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I myself am going through a season of heartache. My dad has cancer and I've been completely heartbroken. I was telling <i>x</i> that it's so hard to watch him be in so much pain and become weaker and weaker. <span style="color: #990000;"><i>X said, "if God could do it for Hezekiah then he can do it for your dad.</i>"</span><br />
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Those words pierced my heart and re-reading this story about Hesekiah in the Bible has given me so much hope. I'm calling upon Jesus name to heal my father and I'm praying for a Christmas miracle. I'm also praying for all of those that are hurting during this season.<br />
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As we exchange gifts this Christmas, let us not forget about the most precious gift sent down from heaven above.<br />
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<br />Farfalla Dreams ~ Lisa Marie Farfallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15814072026273780357noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292281250911404959.post-89520621804699465412018-11-20T15:22:00.000-08:002018-11-20T22:53:20.676-08:00Goddess of Wisdom<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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From the day you were born, I knew you were special. The first time I held you in my arms and you looked at me with your big round eyes, my heart melted. My sweet Athena, you lived up to your name. You were so beautiful and precious.<br />
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Although you spent the first 6 months of your life in and out of hospitals, you were still purring and so loving. The experts said you wouldn't make it to 3 years old with your condition, but you beat the odds and lived to be 3 1/2 years old. You fought for your life with all that you had and through it all you were so gracious and sweet.<br />
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You were the topic of the Pet Neurology Convention in Las Vegas as they shared your case. You gave the Veterinarians and Neurologists wisdom and through your willingness to survive, you allowed them to be able to study your case further. They were able to do so much more research and development, so they could help other cats and dogs that suffered with your condition, in the future. When I would take you to see a new Doctor they would already know who you were and they were so excited to meet you.<br />
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Athena, you were so loved by everyone who came in contact with you and you left a special mark in their hearts. You had the will power to survive baby girl and I sacrificed all that I had to keep you alive and happy. Since you've been gone, I am at a loss and completely heartbroken. I got so used to you being in bed with me and always giving me kisses at night. I still wake up at 3:00am when I would usually do your medicine and I lay awake and cry. I miss you so much. I'm so sorry I couldn't stop your seizures and I'm so sorry you suffered the last few days.<br />
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Even the Doctor cried when we had to put you down. I'll never forget the way you just stared at me, still purring in my arms and how much I didn't want to let you go. You ended up pulling the catheter out and the Doctor had to inject you twice. Till the very end, you were still fighting for your life.<br />
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My sweet angel, you taught your mama what it truly means to love unconditionally, to sacrifice all that you have and to fight for your life. And most importantly, to fight for love. In sickness and in health, till death do us part.<br />
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R.I.P. my precious baby girl.<br />
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It was a gorgeous fall day when many people came out to hear the music and listen to my Pastor preach. I loved seeing everyone worshiping The King. It was such a diverse crowd, from old people to the youth and everyone in between. The Holy Spirit was flowing and the music was spirit filled. My Pastor came up to me with a big smile on his face and said <i><span style="color: #990000;">"I'm stoked that so many people showed up, I've never seen a revival break out like this before."</span> "Me either, it's amazing,"</i> I responded.</div>
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After my Pastor spoke the crowds began to disperse. I started to clean up. By the time I was finished a mild fog had rolled in and the air became misty and cold. I looked out into the field and noticed a woman sitting in the distance with long dark hair. I then saw a man walk up to her, bend down and whisper something in her ear, as he glared over at me. The woman turned around and glanced over her shoulder to look at me. I recognized who the man was, as he was walking away.<br />
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I started walking briskly towards the woman. Once I got closer it appeared as if she was digging in the dirt or burying something? She didn't notice me at first until I started speaking. <i>"What did he say?"</i> I said, in a stern voice. Her eyes were completely glossed over as she looked up at me and said, <i><span style="color: #990000;">"He said that we're going to kill you."</span></i><br />
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I started running back through the field and ran up to my sisters screaming, <i>"Where's Seth, where's Seth?" </i>They told me to calm down and asked me what was wrong. I began to tell them about the woman in the field, as I was frantically trying to call <span style="color: #990000;">x</span>. My sisters were telling me that there wasn't any woman sitting in the field. I grabbed them by their arms as I was pleading with them to believe me. Once I touched them, I heard the sound of breaking bones.<br />
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A few days later I was talking to x about my dream and he said, <span style="color: #990000;"><i> "Everyone's poppin' pills, drinking and trying to escape the pain. Maybe you should tell them how to get set free?"</i></span></div>
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He then shared a poem he wrote. I am paraphrasing the poem because I don't want to put his complete poem out there.<br />
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When I wrote my previous blog 'The Invitation,' I received several questions about how to pray to get rid of evil spirits and how to be free from sin. I believe one of the reasons people are so angry, hateful and being tormented today, is because they're in bondage to sin. Many people are stuck and don't know what to do to be set free. They are fighting addictions and sin on their own without the One that can help them break free.</div>
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One spirit that I notice that is more prevalent today is the Jezebel spirit. The world calls it narcissism.</div>
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There are four effects of this spirit that is projected onto others, which is fear, isolation, exhaustion, and depression. Thoughts of depression, suicide, sexual impurity, thoughts of quitting or resigning are also symptoms of a Jezebel spirit. The people that operate in this, manipulate mainly through guilt. The goal of this spirit is to disqualify you for ministry and your destiny.</div>
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Most people that operate in the Jezebel spirit were rejected by their father and have a dominant mother. And most people are afraid to confront a Jezebel spirit or a narcissist because they fear the reaction they will get back. But the Jezebel spirit only has power if you tolerate it.</div>
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I found this prayer by Pastor Robert Morris and I think he covers everything you may be struggling with or tormented by.</div>
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<span style="color: #990000;">In Jesus name it is not the authority of my voice, it's the authority of the Lord Jesus Christ. I am covered by the blood of the Lamb, I'm overcome by the word of my testimony. I'm born again not of corruptible seed but incorruptible seed that lives and abides forever and the angels are mighty in strength watch over Your word to perform it. The word of God is living and active and sharper than any two edged sword, it's sweeter than honey and purer than gold and His name is the word of God and by the word of God and by the blood of the Lamb we are set free today.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;">Every spirit of pride or lying or the Jezebel spirit, rebellion, deception, manipulation, control, I command you to go, in Jesus name.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;">Every spirit of criticism, judgmentalism, arrogance, prejudice, or racism, I command you to go, in Jesus name.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;">Every spirit of greed, materialism, selfishness, covetousness, selfish ambition, I command you to go.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;">Addiction. alcoholism, drunkeness, drugs, gluttony, I command you to go, in Jesus name.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;">Every spirit of legalism or religious pride or heresy, or false doctrine, I command you to go, in Jesus name.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;">Every spirit of stealing of slothfulness or laziness, unbelief, rebellion to authorities, go in Jesus name.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;">Every spirit of guilt, shame, embarrassment, humiliation, I command you to go in Jesus name.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;">Every spirit of sickness or disease, infirmities, chronic health issues, I say go in Jesus name.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;">Every spirit of witchcraft, the occult or blasphemy, I command you to go in Jesus name.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;">I break every word, curse and spell spoken into me, in Jesus name.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;">Every generational curse, I command you to go right now in Jesus name.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;">Every demonic spirit that has held me in bondage, I command you to go right now in Jesus name.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;">Lord, I receive the Holy Spirit and will You fill me with the Holy Spirit in every place the evil spirits left, in Jesus name, Amen.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;"><i>"Come and see" ~Jesus</i></span></div>
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It was late Saturday evening when my phone rang...<br />
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<i><span style="color: #990000;">I need you to come here tonight.</span></i><br />
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<i>Tonight? It's almost 11:00 and I have church in the morning. Is everything ok?</i><br />
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<i><span style="color: #990000;">You need to come tonight!</span></i><br />
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I sensed a tone of desperation in his voice.<br />
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<i>Alright, let me get dressed and I'll be right there.</i><br />
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I got out of bed, got dressed, threw my hair up in a ponytail, grabbed my purse and headed out the door.<br />
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I arrived to his house an hour later. When I got there, I entered the code and went inside. His place was dark and quiet. I walked to his bedroom and lightly tapped on the door. There was silence... I tapped again and cracked the door open. I could see the reflection from the TV and I called out his name. There was no answer so I walked in and found him laying in bed with his headphones on, watching TV. He saw me, smiled and then removed his headphones.<br />
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I sat on the side of his bed and hugged him. His scent was heavenly. I whispered in his ear. <i>"I miss you."</i> He squeezed me tighter and let out a sigh as tears rolled down my face.<br />
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<i><span style="color: #990000;">I haven't been able to sleep since I got back and whenever I do fall asleep I have gruesome nightmares. There's an evil spirit in here, I can feel it. I need you to help me get rid of it.</span></i><br />
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<i>Whose been in here?</i> I asked<br />
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<i><span style="color: #990000;">It doesn't matter just get rid of it.</span></i><br />
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I grabbed my purse and took out my anointing oil. He got up and went to the bathroom to shower. He doesn't like to hear me pray in the spirit and cast out demons. It sounds crazy I know... but it works.<br />
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After I anointed his room and prayed he came back and laid on the bed. I took my anointing oil and anointed his head and prayed over him. He closed his eyes and said, <i><span style="color: #990000;">"If you stay with me this night, then I'll go to church with you in the morning."</span></i><br />
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I thought he was joking at first until I saw the look in his eyes. I can't recall how many times I've invited him to church in the past 30 years and he's never accepted the invitation. Once I realized he was serious I didn't hesitate. I went and grabbed a T-shirt out of his closet and crawled in bed. We watched TV for a bit and then he fell fast asleep.<br />
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I turned the TV off but I couldn't fall asleep. I was thinking about Church the following day. I prayed that the Holy Spirit would speak through my Pastor and the word would penetrate <span style="color: #990000;">x's</span> heart. I prayed that the music would be anointed. I prayed the people would be friendly. I was so nervous about what would happen or if he'd even actually get up in the morning and go?<br />
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<span style="color: #990000;"><i>"I could stay lost in this moment forever" ~Aerosmith</i></span></div>
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The following morning I got up and got in the shower. By the time I got out, to my surprise he was awake.<br />
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I drove us to church that morning. The drive was pretty quiet and I prayed in my head the entire time. When we arrived at church we went into my Pastor's office. My Pastor had a huge smile on his face as he walked up to <span style="color: #990000;">x</span>, shook his hand and hugged him. <i><span style="color: #990000;">"I'm totally stoked you're here this mornin',</span></i> my Pastor said to him. They chatted for a bit and then we walked into the Sanctuary. The lights were dim as they usually are before worship.<br />
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<i><span style="color: #990000;">"With My holy oil, I have anointed him." ~God</span></i></div>
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The music began and we stood up. Halfway through the worship song 'Holy Spirit' (through my peripheral view), I saw someone's hand on <span style="color: #990000;">x's</span> shoulder. I looked behind him to see who it was and to my surprise it was <span style="color: #990000;">x's</span> Guardian angel.<br />
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He was wearing what appeared to be an all white jumpsuit and he had gold sunglasses on. He lifted his sunglasses, smiled and winked at me. He then lifted both of his hands in worship and was overshadowing <span style="color: #990000;">x </span>with his wings. I looked back at <span style="color: #990000;">x</span> in shock and noticed his eyes were welled up with tears. I put my arm around him and looked behind him once more, but his angel was gone.<br />
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After the service was over I noticed a few fans congregating to get pictures and autographs, so I decided to go through the back of the church to exit. I usually wouldn't mind but we were there to worship God and I felt that this wasn't the place for pictures and autographs. As we were exiting out the back, I heard my Pastor call my name so we turned around and stopped.<br />
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He said to <span style="color: #990000;">x</span>, <i><span style="color: #990000;">"I have a word from the Lord to give to you, from one Prophet to another," </span></i>he said. He then proceeded to prophesy a powerful word over him. It's been years since anyone had prophesied over him and I could tell by the look on <span style="color: #990000;">x's </span>face that he desperately needed that word.<br />
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<span style="color: #990000;">"If anyone thirsts, let him come to Me and drink." ~Jesus</span></div>
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We drove down the street to my brother's restaurant and had brunch. One thing I love about my brother owning his own restaurant is being able to have the place to ourselves, if need be. Throughout brunch I never asked him what he thought about the church service. We talked about family, our animals and he caught up with my brother regarding the restaurant business. After brunch we took a drive along the coast and just enjoyed the view and weather.<br />
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A little over a month had passed since that day, when I was at his house and he seemed anxious. I walked up to him and put my arm around him and I could feel his shirt was wet. I asked him if he had a fever and he said no. He said he had a panic attack. I quickly prayed over him and told him to come lay down on the couch. He had his head in my lap, as I removed his hair from his face.<br />
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<span style="color: #990000;"><i>"Fans ask about you all the time, even in other countries."</i></span> <i>"How do they know me?" </i>I said. He then sat up and said, <i><span style="color: #990000;">"I want to show you something." </span></i> He showed me this beautiful land that he was thinking of purchasing. I told him it was breathtaking. He then grabbed his phone and said, <span style="color: #990000;"><i>"I want you to listen to this"</i></span>... it was an old message of mine that he had saved on his phone. <i><span style="color: #990000;">"I've listened to it a million times." </span></i>I couldn't believe he kept it because I was kind of preaching to him. haha<br />
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He said, <i><span style="color: #990000;">"I feel restless and keep thinking about what your Pastor said about the anthem inside of me and how my gift is connected to my anointing, for His purpose. He said God will give me a fresh anointing. I get it. I know why I was supposed to be there that day. I needed to be in His presence to receive the fresh anointing and accept His invitation.</span></i><br />
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I had chills all over my body.<br />
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<i><span style="color: #990000;">Listen, I know that I've told you this before... but I know it's time. The world is so crazy right now. I know it's time for me to use my gift to fulfill my purpose. And I know I need the Holy Spirit to accomplish it."</span></i><br />
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I absolutely loved this night.<br />
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Thank you, Jesus.<br />
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<span style="color: #990000;">Holy Spirit ~ Francesca Battistelli</span></div>
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<i><span style="color: #990000;">Holy Spirit, You are welcome here</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #990000;">come flood this place and fill the atmosphere</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #990000;">Your glory God is what our hearts long for</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #990000;">to be overcome by your presence Lord</span></i></div>
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<br />Farfalla Dreams ~ Lisa Marie Farfallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15814072026273780357noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292281250911404959.post-82639432484254137462018-06-17T21:02:00.000-07:002018-06-24T15:24:58.421-07:00Good, Good Father<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">He's a single sailboat</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">in the open sea</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">alone</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">he's searching</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">for what shall be</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">So much distance</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">not knowing where he belongs</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">here or there</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">Unaware</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">he focuses on the glistening ocean</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">and listens to his own lies</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">Feeling unworthy</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">rejected</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">undeserving of love</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">in the middle of all his fear</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">his eyes begin to fill</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">He finally realizes</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">he's just a blue shadow of you</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">A diamond lost at sea</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">a teardrop in the ocean so blue</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">Trying to find his way back to you</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">In an ocean so big</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">It would be a miracle someday</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">He bows his head and begins to pray</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">If he's never experienced a father's love </span></i><i><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">here on earth</span></i><br />
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I was having a conversation with a friend of mine a few months ago about a movie that was coming out about his life. He was telling me how surreal it was to watch someone relive his life on film. <i> "It's so raw and real," </i>he was saying as I stopped him mid-sentence and said, <span style="color: #990000;"><i>"How real could it be if your child is eliminated from the film?"</i></span> Stunned for a moment he responded, <i>"This movie is about my musical career."</i></div>
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I tried to keep quiet but I just couldn't. He's such a good father and has always been there for his child but he doesn't want to upset his new wife. I don't understand how women marry men knowing that they have children from previous relationships, but then they can't handle the reality of it?</div>
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I went to the refrigerator and grabbed us a bottle of water and then I went back to the table and sat down next to him and said, <span style="color: #990000;"><i style="color: #990000;">"Listen to me, your child is the greatest gift God has given you and is every part of your music. </i></span><span style="color: #990000;"><i>I know </i></span><i style="color: #990000;">your wife is insecure and jealous but your child and ex are a part of your life and were here long before her. Don't you think they might feel rejected by being eliminated from your film? Are the other band members ex's and children in the movie?</i></div>
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He put his head down and covered his face with his hands as I continued. <span style="color: #990000;"><i>"You've struggled with rejection and abandonment issues your whole life because you didn't know your father. How do you think your child will feel being eliminated from this movie?"</i></span></div>
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Today is the day we honor father's but I can't help but think of all the children that grew up without a father. I know several children and adults that grew up never knowing their father or they were kept away from their father when they were young. It breaks my heart more than anything that they were robbed of having and knowing the love of a father. I can tell you, it has affected every aspect of their life and how they relate to love. It is a constant heartache that never goes away.</div>
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We've all heard the painful and horrifying stories of stepmothers keeping children away from their fathers. Like <i><span style="color: #990000;">Yoko Ono</span></i> keeping <i><span style="color: #990000;">Julian Lennon </span></i>away from his dad at a young age and even in his death she wouldn't allow him to have anything that belonged to his father. <i><span style="color: #990000;">Julian </span></i>had to go to public auctions after his father's death just to buy something that his dad owned, so he had something to remember him by. <i><span style="color: #990000;">Yoko</span></i> might have been the cause of splitting up The Beatles but I believe her biggest crime was stealing a father from his son. And then there's <i><span style="color: #990000;">Robert Williams' </span></i>children who weren't allowed in their father's home after he married his third wife and his kids had to take her to court for their dad's belongings that were willed to them, after his passing. And the heartbreaking story about <i><span style="color: #990000;">Kerri Kasem</span></i> and her siblings being kept from seeing their dad (by their stepmom), as he was dying and his kids had to get a court order just to see him before he passed. There are millions of children living this very nightmare, today. If I could say anything to the women and men out there, I would say...</div>
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<span style="color: #990000;"><i>Please don't use your children as pawns, please don't talk poorly of their father, for you are only destroying your child's character. Don't stop your children from having a relationship with their dad and don't use your kids for financial gain. And to the women who get involved with a man that has kids (from a previous relationship), if you can't handle the fact that he has children, please don't even date him. Those children were there before you. It is hard enough that they have to struggle with their parents being separated and the fear and pain that goes along with all of that. The last thing they need is someone else trying to stop them from spending even less time with their father. Please don't allow your own insecurities or jealousies destroy these innocent children. Stop treating these kids like their feelings and lives are meaningless and it's all about you and your own selfishness and greed. </i></span></div>
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<i><span style="color: #990000;">Please, please, please fight for your children. No woman is worth sacrificing a relationship with your children for. Your children need your love and they need to have a relationship with you.</span></i></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;">Chris Tomlin ~ Good, Good Father</span></div>
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<br />Farfalla Dreams ~ Lisa Marie Farfallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15814072026273780357noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292281250911404959.post-17213747204641204892017-01-17T15:17:00.000-08:002019-07-19T21:54:33.874-07:00Shine<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i><span style="color: #e69138;">"don't feed me your bullshit right now, i don't wanna hear it." ~x</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #990000;">wandering through your beauty</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #990000;">I gravitate towards you</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #990000;">I long to be with you</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #990000;">x</span></i> had just returned home from a 5 day trip to New York and we were laying on the couch doing some online Christmas shopping. After asking him if he wanted me to order a few Christmas gifts and not getting a response, I sat up, put the computer down and asked him what was on his mind? <i><span style="color: #990000;">"I was just thinking,"</span></i> he said. <i>About what?</i> I said.<br />
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<span style="color: #990000;"><i>Adam and Eve.</i></span><br />
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What, where did that come from? What about them?<br />
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<i><span style="color: #990000;">they were given everything and lived in paradise but it still wasn't enough.</span></i><br />
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Well, that's why they were kicked out of the garden. It wasn't enough to walk with God, they wanted to be like God.<br />
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<i><span style="color: #990000;">so what if I have to kick people out? what if it's never enough for them? what if they were dishonest or disloyal? what if they used me?</span></i><br />
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Listen, I know you're hurt but don't beat yourself up over the decisions you have to make or have had to make in the past. Let me ask you this... Do you think Adam and Eve regretted eating the apple? Do you think they wished they could have changed what they had done?<br />
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<i><span style="color: #990000;">yeah, of course. we all have regrets.</span></i><br />
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Yes, and we all make mistakes and sometimes the mistakes cost us more than we could ever imagine. But don't you think it hurt God when he had to kick them out of the garden? Don't you think He was sad when they left? Don't you think He would have rather had them stay? Look... you're not always going to be happy about the decisions you have to make. Just because you have to kick people out, doesn't mean you love them any less or you're not going to miss them.<br />
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<span style="color: #990000;"><i>i hear you. hey, do you remember where we were on New Years Eve in 2007.</i></span><br />
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Yes, how could I forget. I still have the prophecy written in my journal.<br />
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<i><span style="color: #990000;">where did all the time go? i want to feel that power again, i want others to experience it.</span></i><br />
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Well, then you know what you have to do. You are the anointed vessel, it has to come out of you. It doesn't matter how much color is surrounding you, it's the light that shines through you that matters.<br />
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<i><span style="color: #e69138;">"Let your light so shine before men..." ~Jesus</span></i></div>
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I have always said, "in the end, the only person that will regret not using the gifts God gave them... is you." That goes for all of us.<br />
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<i><span style="color: #990000;">you know what, sweetheart? you're like the tree in the Garden of Eden.</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="color: #990000;">the tree of life.</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="color: #990000;">you've always been able to breathe life into my pain and shine light through my darkness...</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="color: #990000;">you've always stirred me back to God and what's important in life. and you've always stood by my decisions (whether good or bad), although i had to hear about it when you disagreed. </span></i>he said, as he winked at me.<br />
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Yes, because I honor and respect you. I'm really glad you took the time you had off, to spend some time alone and listen to God.<br />
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<i><span style="color: #990000;">it's strange, it doesn't matter how much time we spend apart, i've always felt so connected to you. i hear your words echo in my head. you know this Anthem inside of me keeps getting louder and louder. i can feel it beating in my chest</span></i><span style="color: #990000;">.</span><br />
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Then hark the angels and release the sound inside of you. Let the world see you shine. Allow them to feel the power and experience it. Heed the words of the Prophet and receive the Prophet's reward.<br />
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<br />Farfalla Dreams ~ Lisa Marie Farfallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15814072026273780357noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292281250911404959.post-54944693584239363652016-04-21T22:32:00.000-07:002018-06-13T21:01:27.014-07:00The Time<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: purple;">It was years ago back in the late 1980's when Producer Barry called me. He said that the band he was producing had requested to meet me, my sister and one of our close friends. They were playing at The Roxy Theatre in West Hollywood and he had VIP passes waiting for us. He didn't give us any details about the band but said we had dinner reservations at the French restaurant on Sunset Blvd., after the show.</span><br />
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<span style="color: purple;">We had been going to rock concerts at The Roxy Theatre for years but this was something different for the three of us. When the band hit the stage they owned it. There was a different kind of energy, I had never experienced before. From the keyboards, bass and percussion, to the dancing and the flamboyant outfits they were wearing. This was R&B, funk and soul. It was as if we had just stepped into a scene from the movie 'Purple Rain'. We were flabbergasted. </span><br />
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<span style="color: purple;">After the show we went to the restaurant and Barry introduced us to Morris Day, Jerome, Jesse and The Time. They were so respectful, shy and funny. Shh... don't tell them I told you that. ;) We had a beautiful night drinking, eating, talking, but most of all laughing. We were honored to be their guests that evening and it made an impact on the rest of our lives.</span></div>
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<span style="color: purple;">A few weeks later, Barry and 'The Time' invited us to see Prince. If you don't know the history between Morris Day and Prince (other than the movie), they have been friends since High School and played in several bands together.</span></div>
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<span style="color: purple;">We will forever be grateful to Barry, Morris Day and The Time.</span></div>
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<span style="color: purple;">Today: April 21st 2016 - Time stopped as I heard the news that Prince had passed away. </span><span style="color: purple;">It was only two months ago that Vanity had passed and they were both only 57 years old.</span></div>
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<span style="color: purple;">With a heavy heart tonight, I want to thank Prince for his beautiful spiritual music that he shared with the world. And for sharing all the wonderful talent that he discovered, also.</span></div>
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<span style="color: purple;">Now you are home in peace with your son Boy Gregory and also with Vanity. I would love to see your PURPLE crown. R.I.P. Prince. You will be missed.</span></div>
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Farfalla Dreams ~ Lisa Marie Farfallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15814072026273780357noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292281250911404959.post-18235334310883781482016-03-20T20:58:00.001-07:002016-03-20T22:35:23.318-07:00Slipping<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I'm grasping at the wind</div>
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I'm gasping for air</div>
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how do I stop us from slipping</div>
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if your will is to let go?</div>
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or is it me that's dying?</div>
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inserted with every word you speak</div>
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your answer was to vanish<br />
in the middle of the night<br />
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as I catch the chill<br />
from the cold misty air<br />
a shadow of what once was<br />
memories of a time<br />
when love was so kind<br />
I lay here in silence<br />
upon a soaked filled pillow<br />
somehow our sanctuary<br />
became a cemetery<br />
and you're no longer here<br />
haunted<br />
in my dreams<br />
I see you<br />
next to me<br />
I can't escape the nightmare<br />
it's reality<br />
the darkness never fades<br />
as I awake alone<br />
only to mourn<br />
the loss once more<br />
I fight the thoughts<br />
I try to stop the sting<br />
I think they lied when they said,<br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">"Time heals the pain."</span></i><br />
<i></i>I think they lied when they said,<br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">"You will love again."</span></i><br />
<i></i>I cry out to Jesus<br />
catch me, catch me as I fall<br />
I'm slipping, slipping<br />
further into the abyss I fall<br />
I bury my heart<br />
cover the brokenness<br />
and suddenly you reappear<br />
only to return<br />
for your boots and guitars<br />
pulling on my strings<br />
once again<br />
placing fresh flowers upon my grave<br />
breathing life into these dead bones<br />
and here we go<br />
slipping back<br />
year after year<br />
somehow enduring the sorrow<br />
extending mercy to each other<br />
we dug ourselves out of a grave<br />
hand in hand<br />
covering our shame<br />
with a brokenhearted tattoo<br />
we planted a friendship<br />
watered the other with grace<br />
a bond that will never break<br />
we carry the scars<br />
helping each other<br />
through it all<br />
finding solace in one another<br />
we never made it together<br />
the story replays<br />
over and over<br />
within your songs<br />
we can't rewind<br />
the sparkle in our eyes<br />
one filled with love<br />
the other scarred with pain<br />
accepting our own blame<br />
we lay our head upon the Rock<br />
asking for forgiveness<br />
in our resting place<br />
next to each other<br />
in peace<br />
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I wanted to be the first one to arrive at the studio, so I could pray inside before anyone got there. But you can never predict the traffic in Los Angeles. Although I left extra early, I was still late. I said a quick prayer before I got out of the car and grabbed my purse and the cupcakes, I had baked. I have been taught that before meeting with a prophet, you should always bake him a cake first.<br />
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I had butterflies in the pit of my stomach as I walked through the lobby and approached the door. I knew we would all be reminiscing about the past and talking about the good ol' days, but I was hoping to hear some new music. I really miss that magical, spiritual sound of music being created.<br />
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I knocked on the door and the road manager opened it. He grabbed the cupcakes out of my hands and then asked me to turn over my cell phone. I guess this was to make sure that no one would take any photos or videos, while rehearsals were going on?<br />
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It seemed strange and tense at first but as soon as I greeted everyone, it was like time had never passed. The bass player hugged me and shared some exciting news with me. He then played a part of a song that he wanted me to hear. I was honored that he shared the song with me, before anyone else.<br />
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An hour had passed by before <span style="color: #990000;">x </span>walked into the room. Immediately you could feel the whole atmosphere shift. It was a supernatural feeling and it felt as if time had froze for a minute. Right away he began telling jokes and making everyone laugh.<br />
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He then looked over at me and said, <i><span style="color: #990000;">"cupcakes? it's not my birthday yet... but i guess it's quite a celebration, huh?"</span></i> as he winked at me. I smiled and said, <i>"Well I am expecting a Prophet's reward, you know?!"</i><br />
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Several hours had passed as they rehearsed old songs. It's amazing how a song can take you back in time and bring your memories to the forefront. I sat there thinking... how did so many years pass by, so quickly? After going through some of the old songs, they started throwing out ideas and playing parts of new songs they were working on, individually. To be able to witness this was like a dream. My spirit felt alive.</div>
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I closed my eyes as he began to sing and my eyes began to well up with tears. I listened intently to the lyrics and it sounded as if he was bringing everything written in my diary, to life. I could feel everyone looking over at me, to see what my reaction would be to this very painful, personal song.</div>
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I kept my head down and began to weep. I didn't want to make a fool out of myself, so I headed towards the door. As soon as I got out of the studio, I let out a loud cry and ran towards the bathroom. I cried and prayed in the bathroom until I composed myself, fixed my makeup and headed back to the studio.</div>
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I lightly knocked on the door and went inside. It was completely silent in the room. The keyboardist came over and put his arm around me, as if to say... <i>are you alright?</i> I walked over and stood up against the post next to the couches. The band members began going over the setlist and going over parts of songs.</div>
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I watched as <span style="color: #990000;">x</span> stood up, walked over to the table and grabbed a cupcake. He came and stood by me, took a bite out of the cupcake and said, <i><span style="color: #990000;">"thanks for the cupcakes but you missed out on your blessing." </span></i> He then kissed me on the cheek and handed me the rest of his cupcake.</div>
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"<i>Haha! Yes, exactly. Remember they hung their harps on the willow tree and stopped singing the Lord's song. It was a sad song. They allowed their enemies to silence them and steal their joy and their song. Maybe God is saying... Don't hang up your harp, don't allow your enemies to steal your blessing, never stop singing!"</i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #990000;">"hmm... maybe so? i've been meaning to ask you... why did you walk out in the middle of my song, at rehearsals? "</span></i> <i>I'm sorry! I wanted to apologize to you, it was just... I don't know? It was just very painful to hear." </i><span style="color: #990000;">"<i>maybe if you listened to the whole song, the pain would've been easier to bear?"</i></span></div>
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He grabbed ahold of my hand and led me into the living room. He sat down at the piano and said, <i style="color: #990000;">"what we share is different then any other love... it's a spiritual love." </i>and then he began to play. I took a sip of my wine and closed my eyes.</div>
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That's when it hit me. It was then that I realized what he meant, about me missing out on my blessing. My pride stood in the way. I was too worried about what everyone in the room was thinking about me. I ran instead of waiting patiently to HEAR the whole song. I missed the ending, the best part (the most endearing and loving part), of the entire song.</div>
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That got me thinking? Have you ever wondered why we listen to sad songs, when we're sad? Shouldn't we be listening to songs that lift us up? I think we listen to the sad songs because we can relate to what the singer is saying. We feel his pain through his song and in return it helps us heal our own heartache and pain. </div>
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You SEE: Love is not always moonlight and roses. We often hurt the ones we love and they hurt us, also. Sometimes our pride stands in the way, or the hurt is so painful that we run away from it. We can't see past our current situation, so we leave in the middle of the pain. Never waiting to get through the forgiveness and healing process. Therefore, we miss out on our blessing.</div>
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A cake always represents a celebration and cake and music often go together. We enjoy cake and music at birthday parties, weddings, and anniversaries, etc. It is something we share with our loved ones and friends. But if we separated the ingredients of the cake, it wouldn't taste good nor would it look good. We need all of the ingredients to mix together, to create something BEAUTIFUL.</div>
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To experience Spiritual love which is the deepest, purest, and richest love, possible. It is our greatest blessing and our reward.</div>
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<br />Farfalla Dreams ~ Lisa Marie Farfallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15814072026273780357noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292281250911404959.post-41826942781219175302016-01-23T17:58:00.000-08:002016-01-24T13:21:49.436-08:00Poisoned Sleep<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Who's pulling the strings<br />
you're no longer in control<br />
the head of the household<br />
she somehow stole<br />
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to what's so painfully obvious<br />
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right through her facade<br />
she no longer<br />
recognizes her place<br />
once standing behind you<br />
now she's in front of you<br />
robbing you blind<br />
planting misleading seeds<br />
using you<br />
for her families gain<br />
crumbling your fortune and fame<br />
a master at manipulation<br />
potions and poisons<br />
of a wicked woman's love<br />
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<i><span style="color: #990000;">he's a puppet</span></i><br />
<i><span style="color: #990000;">on a string</span></i><br />
<i><span style="color: #990000;">a puppet</span></i><br />
<i><span style="color: #990000;">fulfilling her dreams</span></i><br />
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Oh, but she's so shallow<br />
if you listen close enough<br />
you can hear her rattle<br />
her lips drip with honey<br />
while blood drips from her hands<br />
an empty grave<br />
as she hands him the cup<br />
and he takes another sip<br />
spellbound<br />
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<i><span style="color: #990000;">he's a puppet</span></i><br />
<i><span style="color: #990000;">on a string</span></i><br />
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Oh, mommy dearest<br />
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for the whole world to see<br />
on bended knee<br />
they praise her<br />
because she's closest to the throne<br />
but they don't realize<br />
that she's robbed him<br />
of a family of his own<br />
she poisoned his character<br />
for her own selfish gain<br />
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she has no shame<br />
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It was over 5 years ago when my phone rang and I saw Paul's name pop up. I just stared at my phone for a few seconds, halfway shocked that he was calling me. I wasn't sure if I should answer it or not but something within me told me to pick it up...</div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Me: You're asking me to speak to him on YOUR behalf??? Don't try to befriend me when your intentions are to hurt him, Paul. You know where I stand and where I have always stood. I have been loyal to him and I will NOT waiver, not now... not EVER!</span></div>
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But later that day as I was packing <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">x's</span> things, I kept thinking about Paul. Ugh!<br />
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I felt uneasy and was sick to my stomach. A million thoughts were going through my mind and my emotions were all over the place. I would never do anything to hurt <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">x</span> and I felt like I was betraying him by being there. I started praying and I asked God, <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">"Why are you having me do this? I need to get out of here."</span></i></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Me: I apologize, but neither one of you honor or value him for WHO he is. You've treated him as common, when God has called him blessed. I'm not saying that he is better than either one of you, I'm just saying that you guys STILL don't get it!</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Yeah, that's what we thought... you haven't changed 'Tahnee,' </span>referring to my stage name when I was a stripper.<br />
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I was at Barnes and Noble doing some last minute Christmas shopping. I grabbed a book and headed to the third floor to get some coffee and enjoy the lights. As I approached the balcony, I noticed Paul sitting there having coffee and eating pringles. I tried to avoid him but it was too late, he saw me...<br />
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I listened to him as he began to share the heartache that he was going through. I couldn't hold back the tears, as I listened to him. I could see the humbleness in his eyes and I could hear it in his voice. I told him that I was sorry for his loss.<br />
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My mind was saying, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">"</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Don't touch me" </span></i>but my heart was saying, <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">"Pray for him."</span></i></div>
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The man that caused so much pain, the one who hurt the one that I love and the one that I considered to be the enemy for so long, was asking me to pray for him?<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><i>i can't explain it? but </i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><i>i feel refreshed and restored. how long have you been a part of this?</i></span><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;">"a bird touches your soul unlike any other"... </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;">x</span></div>
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I will forever miss you</div>
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for a brief moment in time<br />
your emerald eyes<br />
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and touched a part of me, unknown<br />
clothed in purple wings<br />
like royal robes from heaven<br />
you humbled me<br />
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I will miss your songs in the morning<br />
your chatter in the evenings<br />
your big personality<br />
and childlike innocence<br />
now silence fills these walls<br />
and my soul is cast down<br />
as my eyes ring the blues<br />
and my heart slowly bleeds<br />
I'm left here to grieve<br />
a loss I can't explain<br />
that destroyed a piece of me<br />
O my precious baby Powder<br />
I am so sorry<br />
I wasn't there<br />
to protect you<br />
suffocating in sadness<br />
I will never hear you say<br />
"I love you"<br />
for now you are in heaven<br />
a messenger in my dreams<br />
revealing His majesty<br />
and comforting me as I sleep<br />
I can't wait to hold you again<br />
Someday<br />
I must believe<br />
but until then<br />
I have your little brother<br />
his name is 'Shadow Blue'<br />
in honor of you<br />
a gentle spirit<br />
he loves to praise and worship<br />
the King<br />
I am sure you can hear him sing<br />
making beautiful music<br />
in memory of you<br />
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Goodbye, my sweet Powder Blue<br />
I will forever love you.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"><i>"My sweet paradise</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"><i>you are the reason why</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"><i>it tears me up inside</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"><i>and I break down and cry</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"><i>didn't wanna say</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"><i>goodbye paradise"</i></span></div>
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<br />Farfalla Dreams ~ Lisa Marie Farfallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15814072026273780357noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292281250911404959.post-57988467391716554082014-05-24T22:06:00.000-07:002014-06-04T20:03:58.653-07:00Tablets of Life<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><i>"Do not be afraid, stand firm and you will see" ~Moses</i></span></div>
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Born into a secret paradise<br />
hidden from the world's eyes<br />
for three months<br />
until I took you<br />
to a sacred palace<br />
in a foreign land<br />
far away<br />
with no name of your own<br />
and no claim to the throne<br />
and they wonder why<br />
you have no name<br />
and they question why<br />
dates and names were changed<br />
and they whisper<br />
to whom does he belong?<br />
stamped<br />
top secret<br />
no identity<br />
confidential agreement<br />
records concealed<br />
silence creeps in<br />
lips are sealed<br />
what shall you say?<br />
honor your father<br />
follow the script<br />
follow the script<br />
don't waiver<br />
from what you were given<br />
for it is the tablets of life<br />
haunted<br />
by the ghost in the mirror<br />
haunted<br />
by their questions<br />
living a life of obscurity<br />
wanting to run and hide<br />
but called to be seen<br />
draw forth<br />
climb the mountain<br />
there's a burning bush<br />
there's a burning bush<br />
turn aside<br />
and see this great sight<br />
don't pass by your destiny<br />
listen to His voice<br />
take off your sandals<br />
and stand on holy ground<br />
for you are called<br />
a prophet<br />
a leader<br />
appointed<br />
anointed<br />
with no words to speak<br />
fearing your own abilities<br />
afraid to speak<br />
a deliverer<br />
what's in your hand<br />
what's in your hand<br />
use the gift you were given<br />
it shall do the signs<br />
don't hide your face<br />
for glory is upon it<br />
lift up your eyes<br />
let the feathers fall<br />
allow your guitar to prophesy<br />
the lyrics shall clarify<br />
part your lips and sing<br />
strike the water<br />
and He'll part the sea<br />
cross through<br />
'til you reach the other side<br />
endure the wilderness<br />
and step into the land<br />
the land of milk and honey<br />
do not fear who you are<br />
for your claim to fame<br />
is through His name<br />
"I am who I AM"<br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">"Stretch out your hand toward heaven" ~God</span></i></div>
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">across bridges I've burned"</span></i></div>
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<br />Farfalla Dreams ~ Lisa Marie Farfallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15814072026273780357noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292281250911404959.post-54253789516878593452014-04-26T22:42:00.000-07:002018-06-14T19:31:29.748-07:00Your Lullaby<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><i>Baby, what do you see?</i></span></div>
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Dream baby Dream</div>
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that you were born</div>
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the son of a King?</div>
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Dream baby Dream</div>
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kneel before you sleep</div>
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Wrap yourself in all His love</div>
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and don't forget</div>
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to thank the Lord above</div>
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Dream baby Dream</div>
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lift your voice and sing</div>
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Use your talent</div>
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to bless the rest</div>
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and do your very best</div>
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release the songs you're creating<br />
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Baby, don't be sad...</div>
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For you are NOT the forgotten son</div>
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You are the beautiful one</div>
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The gifted one</div>
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For you are the APPOINTED one<br />
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O my baby dove<br />
Do you know<br />
you're a precious soul<br />
and how much<br />
I love you so?<br />
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So, Dream baby Dream<br />
As far as your eyes can see<br />
Don't ever give up<br />
'cause you are never too big<br />
to Dream baby Dream</div>
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Do not fret my son,</span></i></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><i><br /></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Elton John ~ Your Song</span></span><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">"I know it's not much</span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">but it's the best I can do</span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">My gift is my song</span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">and this one's for you."</span></i><br />
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Farfalla Dreams ~ Lisa Marie Farfallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15814072026273780357noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292281250911404959.post-65124876140417231922014-03-14T23:17:00.000-07:002015-03-12T21:44:09.063-07:00Crimson and Clover<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;">It was February 2010, when I had a series of dreams about him. They all seemed to have the same theme, which was some sort of celebration. I will share a brief synopsis of what I saw.</span><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;">We got out of a vehicle as cameras began flashing and I couldn't see. I grabbed ahold of his arm and tucked my head into his chest, as we ran inside. He was being honored at this event, but I wasn't sure what it was for? As I looked around at the crowd of people and the beautiful decor, I asked him, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;">"Why is everything green?"</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"> And he said, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;">"Because it's almost March 17th... St. Patrick's Day."</span></i><br />
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</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;">A week later, I dreamt that we were on the beach and it looked like we were part of a wedding party. We were standing at an outside bar and I noticed a woman holding his hand. She was gorgeous and looked like a model. She was tall and thin, with long light brown hair that was flowing. She had delicate eyes and a kind hearted smile. I looked down and noticed that he didn't have shoes on and there was a song sheet tattooed on his right foot.</span></i><br />
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</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;">A few nights after that, I had another dream and we were at a beautiful reception, there were many pools and hills surrounding this place. Both of his sons were playing instruments and singing at the reception. It was glorious day.</span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"><br /></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;">I was excited and happy for him. I knew he was about to enter into a season of celebration, because I was aware of the Biblical symbolic meaning of what I saw.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;">Green = Prosperity/Provision</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;">Wedding = Celebration/Promise/Covenant</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;">Holding hands = Agreement</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;">No shoes = Holy ground</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;">Right = Power/Authority</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;">Foot = Your Walk/Heart</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;">Tattoo = Mark</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;">Song Sheet = Song in his heart</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;">Pools = Healing</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;">Hills = Exalted/Overcoming obstacles</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;">Instruments = Worship</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;">Singing = Praise</span><br />
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There was just ONE problem?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"><br />At the time, he was in a long-term relationship with his girlfriend and was very much in love. But the woman that I saw in my dream, wasn't his girlfriend?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;">Tommy James and The Shondells ~ </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;">Crimson and Clover</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;">Who is she, I thought? I didn't understand what God was trying to tell me, so I kept praying and asking questions. Shortly after, God began giving me more dreams and I saw what was about to transpire. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;">One thing was clear, his heart was about to be broken and would be put on display, for the whole world to see.</span><br />
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I didn't know what to do? I didn't want to see him get hurt, but I also saw the BLESSING that God had waiting for him. I felt such an aching burden in my heart and I cried for him.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;">I knew God wanted me to encourage him during this time, but what do you say???</span><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"><br /></span></i>
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;">"I know you said you would never get married again, but guess what... God has the perfect woman for you, but it's not your girlfriend."</span></i><br />
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or how about...</span><br />
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</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;">"I know you're in love, but she's gonna break your heart and you're not going to be together. Oh, but don't worry, you'll meet the woman of your dreams shortly after and you'll be happy."</span></i><br />
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Ugh! I didn't want to sound jealous or hateful towards his current girlfriend, but at the same time I felt biased, because I already knew what was coming. So all I could do was encourage him and pray.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;">I prayed that God would heal his brokenness and heartache and that He would bring this new woman into his life, quickly. I prayed that she would be a Proverbs 31 woman, that she would honor him, and be a good stepmom to his children.</span><br />
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Soon after, he met the woman of his dreams (or was that my dreams), and they fell in love. ;)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;">Sometimes, I wish we could all SEE what God has planned for us. It would make it so much easier to let go of our own plans and also help ease the pain we are going through. But then again, I guess we wouldn't need faith?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;">It's been 4 years, since I had those dreams.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;">On March 15, 2014 (two days before St. Patrick's Day), they will be married.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;">Congratulations to Mr. and Mrs. Nikki Sixx. I'm so happy for both of you.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;">Heaven is SMILING down upon you and celebrating along with you, today.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;">May you continually adorn yourselves in Faith, Hope, and Love.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;">I love you!</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">all of eternity"... x</span></div>
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">You're the closest to heaven</span></i></div>
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It was about a month ago when I was awoken by my phone ringing at 5:00am. Startled and half asleep, I answered it.</div>
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">hey, are you awake?</span></i><br />
No, well, yes... is everything alright?<br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">can't sleep, insomnia is killin' me and these panic attacks.</span></i><br />
Let me pray for you.<br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">yeah sure, </span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">but I need you to come here.</span></i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">tomorrow!</span></i><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><i>i just emailed you the itinerary.</i></span><br />
Are you sure, you're alright?<br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">yeah, i just... i just need you here, for a few days.</span></i><br />
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The following day I hopped on a plane. I stared out the window most of the flight and prayed...<br />
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<i>"Lord, please protect him and keep him safe. Thank you for allowing me to be able to visit him. Dear Lord, You told me to serve him, so show me how I may serve him best, while I'm there."</i><br />
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I arrived that afternoon. It was my first time at his new place, since he had moved. As I walked in, I was in awe of the beautiful view and all of the windows. I walked around and admired the open space. It was gorgeous.<br />
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I walked down the hall towards the bedrooms and went into his room. Suddenly, I felt the atmosphere shift and it felt a bit stuffy in there. I glanced around and noticed boxes of things that hadn't been put away yet and there was stuff everywhere. I then walked out and entered his home studio and I felt the same thing, something was amiss?<br />
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That's when I heard him scream my name, so I walked towards the sound of his voice and entered the living room. I saw him on the floor curled up in the fetal position. I ran over to him to see if he was alright and he said he'd been trying to sleep for days and his stomach was killing him. I told him that I would make him some soup (to settle his stomach), and I grabbed all the Alka-Seltzer that was next to him. <i>"You can't drink this stuff like water, it isn't good for you."</i> I said.<br />
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I headed towards the kitchen and started making some soup. After he ate the soup, we chatted for a bit but I could tell that he didn't feel well. I told him to lay down on the couch. I then laid my right hand on his rib cage and I prayed over him. Soon after he fell asleep.<br />
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It was quiet and no one else was there, so I went into the kitchen and grabbed some olive oil. I walked around his place and anointed all the windows and doors and prayed in every room of his house.<br />
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A few hours had passed, when his assistant arrived. I went to greet her and I made us some coffee. We talked and laughed as we shared stories about the kids and the animals. I then offered to help her clean out his bedroom and studio. I told her that I didn't mind doing it and I knew she had more important things to take care of. She agreed and said I could go ahead and clean out the two rooms.<br />
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I wanted to declutter his bedroom and studio because those are the two most CREATIVE rooms in his house. His MUSIC and DREAMS are created there.<br />
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It took me hours but I washed, organized and straightened up everything. He slept the entire time and I was happy that he got the rest he needed. It also gave me the opportunity to get everything done.<br />
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The next day he said he felt great. It was pouring rain outside, so we decided to stay in all day. I made his favorite pasta dish and chocolate chip cookies. We spent the entire day talking, eating, laughing and watching movies.<br />
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Later that evening we were having a deep conversation about music. He was complaining about how the music nowadays is so saturated and it lacked passion and soul. In the middle of our conversation, I heard a loud voice say, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><i>"Honor My prophet... wash his feet."</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><i></i></span>I jumped out of my skin at the sound of His voice. I was completely shaken and caught off guard. I had only heard the voice of God (audibly), twice in my ENTIRE life.<br />
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I can't explain it but it's like someone is speaking through a megaphone, inside the pit of your stomach. And the sound is coming out of you, instead of going inside of you.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><i>"are you okay?" </i></span>he asked. As I got up (halfway in a daze), and went into the kitchen. I filled up a bowl with warm water, olive oil and rose petals. I brought it back into the living room, knelt down on my knees and put a towel over my lap. I then took off his slippers and placed his feet into the water.<br />
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He just looked at me. He didn't have to say anything... his eyes said EVERYTHING.<br />
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I began to wash his feet, as he laid his head back and closed his eyes.<br />
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Soon after his assistant walked in (with her friend), to let him know that she was leaving to go shopping and out to dinner. He looked back to acknowledge her as she looked over at me, rolled her eyes and shook her head in disgust. And then she turned around and walked out.<br />
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I could instantly tell that he was pissed off. But before he could say a word, I said, <i>"Let not your heart be troubled, for they do not understand the significance of me washing your feet." </i>He let out a big sigh and then put his head back again and closed his eyes. I finished washing and massaging his feet and then I removed them from the water and began to dry them.<br />
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<i>"Let's sing some old Sunday school songs," </i>I said.<br />
<i></i>He began to laugh and said, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><i>"what? why?"</i></span><br />
<i>It will be fun, besides it's good for our soul.</i><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><i>"Jesus loves me this i know, for the bible tells me so."</i></span><br />
<i>I'm serious, come on.</i><br />
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He got up and headed over to the piano and sat down. I followed him, as he began to play. We started singing, 'Jesus loves me', 'This little light of mine', 'How great thou art' and some old hymns. It was so beautiful.<br />
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He then stopped playing and said, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><i>"when i can't sleep in the middle of the night, your words inspire me. but why haven't you written any blogs, lately?"</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"></span>"<i>I don't know? I don't know what to say? I'm tired of being put down and made fun of, I guess?</i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">why, because they say you're a dreamer? we're both dreamers so take it as a compliment. and don't think that i don't notice the ones that are mean to you, because i do. but I choose to pay more attention to the ones that are nice to you."</span></i><br />
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<i>Yes, I know that you do. I don't care if they call me a dreamer but why do they have to put me down and say that I'm old or that I have a horse face, etc.?"</i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">"listen to me... you've always preached to me about not listening to my critics and not allowing them to stop me. you need to do the same.</span></i><br />
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<i>"You're right, it's just hurtful."</i><br />
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My eyes began to well up with tears as he started playing and singing 'Hallelujah.' This made me cry even more. His version of the song is so powerful and chilling. It is the BEST version I have ever heard and experiencing it IS a whole different story. I pray that someday, the world will be able to hear and experience his version.<br />
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Once he finished 'Hallelujah,' he started playing a familiar song, that he's been working on for quite some time. But this was the first time, I had ever heard any of the lyrics. I could feel the Spirit of God in the room, as he sang and it literally brought me to my knees.<br />
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When he finished singing, I looked up at him and in a tearful voice I said, <i>"When did you write the lyrics?" <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">"just now, they just came out so i just went with it... </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><i>what do you think?"</i> </span>he replied.</span></i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span">"</span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span">It's absolutely AMAZING! </span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span">It IS more than just a song... it's your Psalm."</span></i><br />
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I went into the kitchen and hugged and thanked his assistant for her time and for taking care of him. I then went back and continued packing as I overheard him scream,<i> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">"whoa, come check out the sky."</span></i> I walked out of the bedroom and walked over to the window.<br />
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The entire sky looked like a rainbow. It was breathtaking. I placed my hand on the glass window and silently whispered, <i>"Thank you, Jesus."</i><br />
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He came up behind me and whispered in my ear, <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">"thank you for coming here."</span></i> I turned around and said, "<i>Thank you, for inviting me." <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">"oh and by the way, thanks for throwing out all of my stuff,"</span> </i>he said, jokingly. <i>"I didn't throw anything out, I was just making room for your blessings." <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">hehe</span></i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">He laughed and mentioned something about Halloween. And I said, </span>"Well, this place can have you for Halloween and Thanksgiving, as long as you're HOME for Christmas and New Years."<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">"you really don't like that i'm here, do you?"</span></i><br />
<i><br /></i><i>Well, I'll be honest, I hate that you moved here but I respect and honor your decisions. I understand why you need to be here, for a season. And I'm not questioning you or God... well maybe I am, just a little?!" hehe</i><br />
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As I was on the plane heading back home, I began to think about how often times we will feed our mind and body, but we neglect to feed our soul. I believe, the best way to feed our soul IS through music. By humbling ourselves before the King and worshipping and praising Him.<br />
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Today, many people seem to have a sense of entitlement and pride. They won't humble themselves towards one another, nor will they humble themselves before God. We forget to be thankful for what we have and what we've been given. Whether it be our gifts and talents, our jobs, or our loved ones.<br />
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Think about it for a moment. How did you treat your significant other when you first started dating them? How did you treat your boss, when he/she first hired you?<br />
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Jesus gave us an example of what true humbleness and love looks like. He took the lowliest position as a servant (at the last supper), and washed His disciples feet.<br />
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Peter was uncomfortable with Jesus washing his feet but Jesus said, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><i>"If I do not wash you, then you have no part with Me." </i></span> Peter then responded by saying, <i>"Lord, not my feet only but also my hands and head.</i>"<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">I was standing on the beach looking up at the sky, when I saw a horse and chariot going around in a circle. An Angel was leading the horses and he was holding a balloon in his hand. He released the balloon and instead of it going up, the balloon started coming down, towards me. When it got close enough, I grabbed ahold of the string and pulled it down.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">I noticed, that it had a shark on it and it said, "Happy Birthday" along with a three digit number. I turned around and took it over to the beach chair (that Danny was sitting on), and I tied it to the chair. I then walked over to a table, to cut him a piece of cake. I walked back over to him and handed him the cake, and said, "Happy Birthday."</span><br />
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This had been the fifth dream, that I had of him, in the past few weeks. I knew God was trying to get my attention, but I sensed in my Spirit, that I was missing the message? I began to look at the dream again and try to piece it together.<br />
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I knew that the Chariot represented some sort of battle, but there was an Angel steering it, so that was a good thing. The chariot was going around in a circle, which a circle represents eternity. A shark represents a hidden danger and a balloon is something that pops. But, it also said "Happy Birthday" on the balloon along with the three digit number. I knew the symbolic meaning of the numbers, which was a good sign, also. A cake always represents a celebration and a birthday represents life. Me removing the necklace and placing it around his neck, represented me removing something (maybe pride or fear), and speaking into his heart. The sand represents seed and to purify something means to cleanse it, of all guilt and shame. Some of the sand was light blue and that color represents the Holy Spirit. I wasn't really sure about Danny drawing a line in the sand, but it was after he had been telling me, the joke about the cocaine?<br />
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Later that afternoon, I got online and looked up Danny's website. There had been no activity on it for weeks. I continued to pray for him and I asked God for more revelation. After I was done praying, I felt like God wanted me to reach out to him and help him? I said, <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">"What? I don't know him... how am I supposed to help him? What if he thinks I'm crazy or thinks I'm a stalker?" </span></i><br />
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I asked the Holy Spirit to guide me and help me, write the email to Danny. I kept the email light and positive. I told him about the "Birthday" dream I had (I didn't mention the other dreams), and I told him, that I was praying for him. I wasn't sure, if he would ever receive the message, nor did I expect a response. But I felt like, I had to do something? I asked God to please let me know, that he was alright. Even if he just updated his status or posted something on his website.</div>
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I shared the Biblical significance of the number with him and then he responded, by saying, <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">"Call me,"</span></i> and he left his phone number. I prayed real quick and then I picked up the phone and called him. He told me, that this number was his "lucky" number. That he had seen it for years (including in his dreams), and that he had used the number often, for personal stuff such as passwords, etc.</div>
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After we were done eating, the conversation became more serious. Danny explained, that he was going through a divorce, that his relationship with his kids was strained, that he moved to LA, and his family lived in another state. He told us that he was clean and sober but he blamed his past addictions (of drugs and alcohol), on his fame. He was at a point where he wanted to give up on music, altogether. He felt the lifestyle had cost him everything. He was struggling with some other personal issues, too, that left him feeling guilty. And he was mad at God, because of all of his loss and pain. </div>
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Now, I'm not saying that all dreams are from God, because obviously they're not. But I have been able to discern which ones are. One way is through the revelation of His word, the other is through the vibrant colors and oversized scenery, kind of like you've just entered "Alice in Wonderland." haha And the third way, is through a series of dreams and confirmations. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><i>"By the mouth of two or three witnesses, the matter shall be established." </i></span>The latter, was the case with the dreams, that I had of Danny and the confirmations I received, through him and the Prophet.</div>
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Jesus on the other hand, LOVES us! He came to give us a FUTURE and a HOPE. He wants to bring healing and restoration to our lives, and cleanse and purify the sand. Therefore, He will reveal the TREASURE hidden in the sand (i.e., inside of you).<br />
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It was the Saturday night after Thanksgiving, a few years back. I spent the day decorating and finished around 8:00pm that night. I turned the fireplace on and turned some Christmas music on. I then went into the kitchen to make some hot chocolate, when I was startled by a knock at my front door.</div>
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When I opened the door, I was surprised to see him standing there. He didn't live in L.A. at the time and I had no idea that he was in town. He has always been like a father figure to me. Someone I honor, respect, and someone I could confide in.</div>
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He said, <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">"I came to see your trees,"</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"> </span>in a vampire like voice. I started to giggle and hugged him. He grabbed the hot chocolate out of my hand and started drinking it. He walked in, began looking around at my Christmas trees and jokingly said, <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">"How many tweez does a butterflyz needz? Survey says... F.I.V.E.Z." </span></i>We both started laughing.<br />
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I have always loved Christmas trees and I have several of them (probably more than five), throughout my place, with different themes. <i>I have a Cross and Angel wings tree, a Royalty King's tree, a TX Cowboy tree, an Elvis Rock N' Roll tree, a Butterfly and dove feathers tree, a Purple tree, and a Rosemary coffee tree in the kitchen (with Starbucks ornaments hanging on it), which smells amazing and you can cook with it, too.</i></div>
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I told him that I would make him something to eat and I headed into the kitchen. Some time had passed, when he entered the kitchen and opened up the oven. He started eating the potato fries (which were too hot and not quite done). I told him that he was going to burn himself and to wait. ;)<br />
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He said, <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">"I need to stay for a few days, but</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"> </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">don't tell anyone that I'm here!" </span></i>He then walked back into the living room. And I yelled, <i>"I won't tell a soul."</i> But at the same time, I was thinking... how am I supposed to hide a famous Rock Star for a few days??? haha</div>
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I finished cooking and went into the living room, with his food. I could tell that he had been crying. <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">"There's such a sense of peace in your place, I can't explain it, but it's so unreal."</span> </i>he said.</div>
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After he finished eating, he began to tell me what was happening in his life and a few things about his girlfriend. I had only met her once, but I had discerned that she wasn't good for him. Although, I would never meddle in his relationship, nor would I ever tell him what to do. I was just there to listen to him and pray for him. And all I cared about was, that he was happy.</div>
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He also told me how hurt he was, over his friends and bandmates. But most of all, he shared how much he loved his kids and that he felt like he was a terrible father. I reassured him, that he IS a wonderful daddy and spending quality time with them was the most important thing. He told me, that one of his daughters hadn't spoken to him for months and that he couldn't bare to spend the holiday's, without all of his children.</div>
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We talked for several hours and then I said, <i>"Well, 'tis the season for miracles, so let's believe that Jesus will restore all of your broken relationships." </i>He half smiled at me, but I could tell that he really didn't believe it was possible. He looked disheartened and exhausted.</div>
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For three days, he never left the bedroom, never picked up his phone, never got online, or turned the TV on. He spent most of the time reading books and sleeping. I didn't bother him and I only went in there to feed him, or ask him if he needed anything?!</div>
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<i>"OMG!!! Hahaha... You are CRAZY!"</i> I said. He took his scarf off and wrapped it around my neck. Then he hugged me, kissed me on the forehead and said, <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">"You're an angel, thank you! This is the best 'Hotel Farfalla'... ever." </span></i>And he walked out the door.<br />
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A week or so had passed by, when I received a message from his daughter (the one that wasn't speaking to him). His kids found out that he had been in town, over Thanksgiving weekend. They were upset that he didn't contact any of them or tell anyone. I shared with her, what he was going through and reassured her how much her daddy loves her and all of his children.<br />
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There he stood (in all his glory), as people surrounded him waiting to get his autograph, a photograph, or just to be in his presence. I watched their faces light up at the sound of his voice. He was sharing stories with them and telling jokes.<br />
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I wanted to get closer but I was taught to NEVER enter a king's court, unless he calls you by name. In other words, never enter his vicinity or circle (wherever that may be), unless he asks you or invites you.<br />
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He glanced over his shoulder and smiled at me and I smiled back. He then held up his finger, as if to say... give me a minute.<br />
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So I waited in the wings and enjoyed all the love that surrounded him.<br />
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A few minutes later, his guardian angel Elvis (a.k.a. Francis), walked up and pulled me away. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">"</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Hey darling, I need you to help me out with something,"</span> </i>he said. I thought that was kind of funny because I'm usually the one that's asking for his help. haha<br />
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I said, <i>"Sure, anything, what do you need me to do?"</i> I noticed that he had black leather gloves on and stuff in his hands. He handed me his water (to free up his hands), as he reached into his coat pocket.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">"</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">I need you to give this to him and tell him to play it and record it," </span></i>he said. <i>"Ok, of course I will,"</i> I replied. I glanced down at the CD and I noticed the 'Title' to the song. <i>"I've never heard this song before?" </i>I said. <i> </i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">"I know, I just recorded it," </span></i>he replied.<br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">"Sweetheart, don't worry about what people are saying about him... they don't understand the LEGACY of a king, nor the footsteps one must take to fulfill it."</span></i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"></span>"</i><i>I know this. My heart just hurts to see him being hurt. But I know that Jesus is protecting him and he also has the best guardian Angel, this side of Heaven. </i>hehe<br />
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<i></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">"Haha... Amen! Hey, do you remember the story I told you about when I smashed the grapes on the fender of the car?"</span></i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">I started laughing... </span>"Yes, how could I forget?"</i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">"The reason I did that is because he would've never been able to CREATE the color I wanted the car painted, unless he SAW it first...</span></i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Listen to me honey, don't become weary... everything is going according to plan... His hour has come to be glorified...</span></i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Remember this before the year strikes midnight."</span></i><br />
<i><br /></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"></span>"What? Remember what? Do you mean by December? Of this year or...?"</i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">As I awoke from this dream, I couldn't shake it off of my mind. It seemed so vivid and real. I wrote the dream down in my journal and I started asking God a million questions.</span></i></span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><br /></span></i></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">I began to think about how God changes the times and seasons, removes kings and sets up kings. And how He gives wisdom to the wise and knowledge to those that have insight. But I didn't know what to do with this dream?!</span></i></span></i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">I was perplexed? How in the world was I supposed to download a song from Heaven and give it to </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">him</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">? I wasn't given the lyrics, nor did I hear the song? </span></i></span></i>He was also out of town (at the time), and I didn't want to bother him with my dream.<br />
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Besides, he has dozens of beautiful (new), songs already and I didn't want to add more pressure to him. I guess it was partly my own doubt and fear? Or in some ways, maybe it was just my pride? I didn't want to sound more foolish or crazier than I already do. haha<br />
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So, I decided not to say anything and to wait and see if I would get another piece to this dream. <br />
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But it was then that it seemed as if my dreams went through a drought. I wasn't having any dreams at all or at least I couldn't remember them. It was complete SILENCE. <br />
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A few weeks ago, I was out by the pool. It was a warm sunny day with a slight breeze. I closed my eyes and felt the sun on my face. I could hear the beautiful sound of the water fountain, in the background.<br />
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After awhile, I decided to jump into the pool and cool off.<br />
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As I came up out of the water, I noticed the clouds had suddenly appeared and covered up the sun. And just like that, it began to rain. I looked up at the sky and smiled. I thanked God for this miracle and for pouring down His blessings. The sensation of swimming in the rain was amazing.<br />
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While I was swimming, I started to wonder how the people must have felt that actually got to SEE Jesus perform miracles. Especially the very first time He had performed one, when He turned the water into wine.<br />
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<i>Jesus and his disciples, were at a wedding and they ran out of wine. His mother Mary came to Him and told Him that, they were out of wine. Jesus said, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">"</span>Woman, what does your concern have to do with me? My hour has not yet come."</span> His mother said to the servants, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">"Whatever He says to you, do it." </span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">Jesus then said to them,</span> </i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><i>"Fill the water pots with water." </i></span><i>After they had filled them, He said to them, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">"Draw some out now, and take it to the master of the feast." </span> They took it to the master and poured him the wine. When the master of the feast tasted the wine, he called the bridegroom and said, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">"Every man brings out choice wine first and then the cheaper wine, after the guests have had too much to drink; but you saved the best till now."</span></i><br />
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What fascinates me about this story (aside from the actual miracle), is that Jesus told His mother that His time hadn't come yet. But, yet He still performed the miracle anyway?<br />
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So, what made Him perform this miracle if it wasn't time yet? Was it Mary's faith (by telling the servants), or was it the servants obedience that drew it out? I believe it was BOTH.<br />
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The Bible says that after this miracle, His disciples believed in Him. You see, sometimes people won't BELIEVE unless they SEE a miracle.<br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">"God gets something to you... to get it through you! The only way to get it through you, is through your MOUTH. It might be a dream, a word, a song, or an idea... but the MIRACLE is on your lips...</span></i><br />
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As I walked into the room there was a strong ambiance that filled the air. I can't explain it, but I could feel a beautiful presence in the room. I could smell the scent of the vanilla candles that were burning and I noticed his Bible was sitting on top of his piano.<br />
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I listened, as his fingers danced across the keys. It felt like HONEY had just dripped into my soul.<br />
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I closed my eyes as he began to sing. I inhaled his sweet aroma and all that was pouring out of him. I had never heard him sing this song before? It was beyond beautiful, just like swimming in the rain.<br />
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As he was singing, I recognized the lyrics to the 'Title' of the song that Elvis a.k.a Francis had given to me (months earlier), in my dream.<br />
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I couldn't believe what I was HEARING. It was then that I RECALLED the words that Elvis/Francis had spoken, <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">"Remember this, before the year strikes midnight."</span></i><br />
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<i></i>Instantly, it felt as if someone had just lit a match inside the pit of my stomach and my soul was on FIRE. I felt a surge of electricity shoot from my head, down to my toes and back up again.<br />
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My eyes began to sting and they started to water. I wiped my eyes and opened them. I was ASTONISHED at the sight that was before me.<br />
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I SAW angels surrounding him as he played. I put my hand over my mouth in complete shock. Something so deep was transpiring and I was MESMERIZED.<br />
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Glory filled the entire room, as I watched his countenance begin to change. His face was shining and his eyes were sparkling. I was experiencing a MIRACLE, right before my EYES.<br />
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Then he abruptly stopped playing and said, <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">"did you hear that?" </span></i>I was speechless! I couldn't say anything, I just shook my head, yes. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">"</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">were you singing?"</span> </i>he asked. I shook my head, no.<br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">"well, what was that echo?... what's wrong?... you look like you just saw a ghost."</span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><br />"<i>That wasn't an echo... I just saw angels surrounding you and I think they were singing along?!"</i></span></i><br />
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Tears filled my eyes as I asked him, <i>"Whose song is that?"</i><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">"it's my song... it's something new that i've been working on... it just came to me a few months back, in the middle of the night."</span></span></i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-style: normal;"><i><br /></i></span></i></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">"you think?"</span></i><br />
<i><br /></i><i>"Yes, it IS more than enough! </i><i>Remember this... the dancer becomes the DANCE."</i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">"your little halo hung sideways" ~</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Kevin Max</span></div>
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In HONOR of my friend Kevin Max...<br />
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The first time I saw Kevin perform live, it felt as if the Heaven's opened up and an Angel began to sing. His voice pierced right through my soul, like a strong wind. I was completely awestruck.<br />
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One thing that I love IS a great poet and lyricist. Kevin's songwriting skills are so deep and mind blowing. His voice is angelic-like. His covers of Queen, John Lennon and Elvis Presley (just to name a few), are out of this world. He IS an amazing singer, songwriter and poet... but most of all he has a BEAUTIFUL heart.<br />
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His resume and grammy's speak for themselves but if you've never read his poetry or heard his music, take a listen. He will not disappoint.<br />
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When asked to describe him, you might often hear people use the words 'flamboyant' or 'eccentric.' But when I was asked if I could describe Kevin's music in ONE word, my response was, <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">"Christmas."</span> </i> Not just because he has a beautiful Christmas album, but because his VOICE and music IS a DIVINE gift from God.<br />
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I thank the Lord for his EXISTENCE.<br />
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Thank you Kevin for this beautiful poem that you wrote for me.<br />
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Much love to you, your gorgeous wife, your precious children and the entire ROYAL Max family.<br />
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May you be HONORED and CELEBRATED today and ALWAYS!<br />
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Happy Birthday 'Diamond.'<br />
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I LOVE YOU!<br />
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<br />Farfalla Dreams ~ Lisa Marie Farfallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15814072026273780357noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292281250911404959.post-73162461136952887832012-08-01T10:30:00.006-07:002021-06-16T19:12:41.855-07:00Popcorn from Heaven<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I was having coffee with my friend Trevor from Nashville and we were talking about life. I told him that life is like a movie script. God has already written our script and we choose the role we want to play. He said, <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">"Well what? Is God just up in Heaven, watching us and eating popcorn?</span></i><br />
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I started laughing, knowing that he was only joking. But at the same time I knew that he was speaking out of frustration. He had been going through something for a long time and he was irritated.<br />
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I told him to start thanking God for the gifts that he's been blessed with and not to focus on what he doesn't have. I told him to keep writing and playing country music because his gift is a blessing to others. And every girl loves a <i>"heartbreakin' country love song." </i>;)<br />
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<i></i>As we were leaving, he said, <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">"You have a strange way, of being able to change my perspective about life... in a good way, that is! Knowing you, you've probably tasted the popcorn." haha</span></i><br />
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Well, that got me thinking...<br />
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I wonder what the popcorn tastes like, in Heaven?<br />
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As I began writing this, I thought about what the Bible says, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><i>"Looking onto Jesus, the Author and Finisher of our faith." </i></span> An "author" is someone who writes and creates a story. And a "finisher" is someone who brings it to an end and completes it.<br />
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I also remembered what King David said to God, <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">"You saw me before I was born. Every day of my life was recorded in your book."</span></i></div>
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"></span></i>Although God has already written our script, we will often times find ourselves rewriting it. Maybe we don't want to do it God's way or maybe we think we can write our own story, better?</div>
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There are several people in the Bible that also rewrote their own script. I will briefly share two of their stories with you...</div>
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">The first story is about Jonah the Prophet... God told Jonah to go to Ninevah and speak to the people on his behalf, in order to save them. Jonah hated the people of Ninevah, because they were wicked. He wanted God to destroy them and he refused to go there and speak to them. He then ran from God, in the opposite direction and got into a boat. A huge storm came and he was thrown overboard. He was then swallowed by a big fish. Once inside the belly of the fish, he began to pray to God and thanked Him for his gift. He then agreed to go to Ninevah. Suddenly the fish vomited and spit him out.</span></i></div>
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In both instances they ripped the pages out of Heaven's script and rewrote their own story. This caused them much pain and grief.<br />
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Many of us tend to do the same thing. We become frustrated and tired of waiting on God.<br />
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Maybe we make a wrong decision or head in the opposite direction? We jump into the wrong boat and suddenly a storm hits us. We then feel like we're stuck in the belly of a whale. At other times, we might doubt that it's ever going to happen for us. It's too late and we're getting too old. We then come up with our own way of making it happen.<br />
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One thing that I have learned though, is that our destiny is connected to another person. That other person might also be rewriting their own script, which may cause delay's in our promise from God.<br />
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If you look at the wheel on a bicycle for a moment, it has several spokes. The spokes give the wheel strength and holds it together to keep it moving. But, if some of the spokes are broken or missing, the wheel becomes weak. On the other hand, if the wheel has a flat tire then it's not going anywhere. But, all the tire really needs is some new spokes and a little air. This will strengthen the wheel and get it to move, so it can fulfill its purpose.<br />
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The obstacles and delay's in life sometimes cause us to become discouraged or depressed. At times we might feel like we're on top of the wheel and at other times we feel like we're on the bottom. But how we taste our situation is all that really matters. Regardless of what we are facing in life, we have the choice to be bitter or sweet. <br />
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King Solomon said, <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">"to everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under Heaven." </span></i>He then went on to give us examples, of the times and seasons that we will all go through, such as, <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">"a time to weep and a time to laugh."</span></i> Our seasons in life won't last forever and they will come and go. But how we react or respond during those seasons, could change everything. <br />
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Just like in the case of Jonah and Abraham. Jonah ended up going to Ninevah and speaking to the people. He witnessed God's love and mercy for them and for himself. I believe his heart was softened and an entire city was saved, as a result of it. And in the end, God blessed Abraham and Sarah with their very own son, which effected generations to come.<br />
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You see... it's not just about us. The choices we make in life not only affect us but they affect everyone that is connected to us. Like every movie, there are different characters, that play different parts. Every person we come in contact with, we have the power to impact by the choices we make.<br />
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We also have the ability to change our own character. We can play our part, play a different part, or we can sit back and watch the movie of our life pass us by. We can either, follow Heaven's script or rip out the pages and throw them in the trash.<br />
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The funny thing is, if you look at crinkled paper in a trash can, it actually resembles popcorn. Well, we might have a lot of trash cans here on earth but I doubt there are any in Heaven.<br />
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Maybe we need to start looking up to Heaven. Smell the SCENT of the freshly, popped popcorn and enjoy its FLAVOR.<br />
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You may find that your greatest TREASURE is in the midst of your trash.<br />
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In the end, it's NOT about our reputation or what people think about us. But it's our CHARACTER that makes all the difference in the world.<br />
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Our character... is the SOUNDTRACK of our life.<br />
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BELIEVE that your script is in Jesus' hands, for He is faithful and SHALL fulfill His promises.<br />
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I don't know what the popcorn tastes like in Heaven but I think I might have a pretty good idea. <br />
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Farfalla Dreams ~ Lisa Marie Farfallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15814072026273780357noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292281250911404959.post-75050268813863965092012-07-01T09:00:00.000-07:002019-07-18T19:02:14.582-07:00The Reception<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><i>"did you get the message on my t-shirt?"... x</i></span></div>
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I saw the name on the back of her T-shirt so I began to follow her up the hill. As I was following her, someone must have hit the rewind button because I started going backwards really fast, back down the hill.<br />
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I screamed, <i>"Stop!" </i> And suddenly, I stopped. I then began running back up the hill towards the gate. By the time I got there, she was long gone. I knew that I had to get inside in order to find her.<br />
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As soon as I entered the gate, the power was so intense that I felt paralyzed and couldn't walk. My legs gave out on me and I fell down on my hands and knees, in the middle of the street.<br />
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It was then that my Guardian angel Tobias (Jesse Presley), and his twin brother Francis (Elvis Presley), came and picked me up. One of them were on each side of me, holding me up. Tobias said, <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">"Remove your sandals."</span></i> I slipped off my heels and my white frilly socks.<br />
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My legs began to straighten up and I resumed the strength back in my legs. I then asked them if they would help me find the woman with the long brown hair, wearing the white T-shirt. They said they couldn't help me because they had to get to the reception. I asked, <i>"What reception?"</i> But they had vanished.<br />
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I started walking around and everything was so bright and full of amazing colors. The scenery was out of this world. I also noticed that it was really busy. People weren't just sitting around on the clouds, playing a harp. haha<br />
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I wanted to take pictures but I knew I wouldn't be there long. I needed to hurry up and find this woman.<br />
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I saw several people crossing an intersection, so I thought this must be where the reception is being held? I tried to get across to the other side, but some man was blocking me. I tried to go around him, but whichever way I turned, he was there.<br />
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He finally said, <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">"What are you looking for?"</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"> </span>I said, <i>"I'm trying to get to the reception."</i> That's when he flashed a light that looked like a neon sword and screamed, <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">"Go, go, go."</span></i><br />
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When I got to the other side, I saw a gate that led to a pathway into a garden. I could see guards with glowing swords in front of the gate, near the pathway. They were fighting off people that were trying to get inside. <br />
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I wasn't sure if they would let me in but I started walking towards the path. That's when some of the people outside of the gate saw me. They started screaming and shooting at me, with what appeared to be oversized syringes?!<br />
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One of the guards yelled, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><i>"Get behind me or they'll shoot you."</i></span> As I was running, I saw blood dripping from my hand. I must have been cut by one of the syringes without realizing it.<br />
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I finally reached the guard and hid behind him. As soon as I touched his back, the blood dried up on my hand and my wound healed.<br />
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A few minutes later all the chaos stopped and the guard said I was safe to go. I asked him where the reception was being held and he said, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">"</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Walk through the garden."</span></i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"></span></i>I headed down a long pathway and was mesmerized, by how large the flowers were. The scent was so strong and the garden was enormous. I didn't know which way to go? I started to feel disoriented, so I stopped for a moment to rest.<br />
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A few minutes had passed, when a baby lamb ran up to me. The lamb seemed excited and had a high pitched voice that sounded like it was yelling at me. I knew the lamb was trying to tell me something, but I couldn't understand lamb talk. baaaaa!<br />
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I thought that maybe the lamb wanted me to hurry up and get to the reception, so I asked, <i>"Which way should I go?"</i> The lamb started running towards the right side of the garden and I followed.<br />
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I finally made it to the reception. As I approached the door, I noticed that they had these gold water pots filled with petals on the ground. There were scarlet and gold benches in front of the water pots. So, I sat down and placed my feet inside the golden pot.<br />
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Water began to pour down upon my feet, along with a light bluish colored soap. A lady came over and knelt down to dry off my feet, with some type of white feathered towel.<br />
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She then held up some jewels in her hand and asked me which one I wanted, to wear on my foot? They were absolutely beautiful diamonds and colorful jewels. She had different shapes and colors, with flowers, animals and butterflies. Of course, I chose the butterflies. ;)<br />
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As I entered the reception, it almost felt like I was walking through water. I could sense GLORY all around me. I felt like I wasn't Holy enough to even be there.<br />
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I kept walking and noticed candles along the table with name settings. There were so many names, that I thought it would be impossible to find mine. <br />
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I then heard Francis scream my name, so I started walking towards him. He said, <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">"You made it... sit here, darling!" </span></i>There was an empty white seat in between us.<br />
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As soon as I sat down, I was startled by a loud voice that said, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><i>"BEHOLD."</i></span> I looked at my name setting on the table and my mouth dropped... I couldn't believe it! I then looked over at Francis in shock. He just winked and smiled at me.<br />
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The music began to play and I can't even begin to describe the sound that I heard. I was in such awe that all I could do was look around in astonishment.<br />
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People started bringing in wine and bread. I kept seeing loaves and loaves of bread, being brought in and it smelled delicious. I was in such a state of amazement that I almost forgot, why I was there.<br />
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Shortly after, I saw three women walking in with more bread baskets. I instantly knew that the woman in the middle, was the woman that I was looking for.<br />
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I got up out of my seat and ran over to her. I said, "<i>It is an honor to meet you, may I please see what the front of your T-shirt says?"</i> She put her head down, so I couldn't see her face and handed the woman on her right side, the basket of bread.<br />
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She then turned to leave, but I grabbed her by the arm and begged, <i>"Pleeease, let me read your shirt." </i>She said, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><i>"You can't read it, because it isn't time... yet."</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><i></i></span>I pulled on her T-shirt to straighten it out, so I could read it. But there was so much writing on it that I wasn't able to grasp it. I tried my hardest to piece it together, but nothing was sinking in. She was right, I couldn't read it. I finally gave up trying.<br />
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I then asked her, <i>"How will he ever know, it's me?"</i><br />
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<i></i>And she said,<i> </i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">"Because your face will glow."</span></i></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><i>"In all your ways, acknowledge Him and He will direct your paths"</i></span></div>
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After I awoke from this dream, I asked God to replay the dream for me. I wanted to go back into my dream and see if I could read the T-shirt?<br />
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Sometimes, I wish that we had a video recording device that we could hook up to our dreams and tape record them. That way we could replay our dreams, over and over. Or a website like <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">www.heaven.jc</span></i> that we could log into and be able to research our dreams. haha<br />
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But, one thing that I have learned about faith and being a dreamer is...<br />
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Our dreams are like pieces to a puzzle and sometimes we only get one piece, at a time. The hardest part is waiting for the next piece.<br />
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King Solomon said, <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">"Where there is no vision, the people perish." </span></i>Our visions and dreams are like a word of hope.</div>
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Hope is the essence, which links faith and love together. We need hope in order to believe. And we need to believe, in order to reach our destiny.</div>
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As I was pondering this dream, I found it interesting that the definition of the word reception means... the act of receiving. It is up to us, to receive the word and act or believe that it IS.<br />
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I also remembered the story about Jacob. Jacob had wrestled with God and wouldn't let the angel go, until the angel blessed him.<br />
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This is exactly how I felt, I was wrestling with the angel in my dream. But, I was also wrestling with God, after I was given the dream. I was so consumed with getting all the answers that I missed the blessing.<br />
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You SEE, I didn't have to have all of the answers. I didn't need to understand the message on the T-shirt or know everything. And I didn't need to try and figure out how God was going to work all of it out.<br />
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God doesn't have to give us all the details. He only needs to give us a word.</div>
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I received the word and the answer that I had been searching for, the moment I sat down at the reception table.<br />
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The BLESSING... was right in front of me.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; white-space: nowrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">♥</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">♰</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">♥<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">BEHOLD</span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: nowrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">♥</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">♰</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">♥</span></span><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">"A word fitly spoken, is like apples of gold in settings of silver."</span></i><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">The Rolling Stones ~ You can't always get what you want</span><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">"You can't always get what you want,</span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">but if you try sometime,</span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">you just might find,</span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">you get what you need."</span></i></div>
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