I’m having a rough time of it for nine years. But in this tenth year of mine coming up where we all are finding out some lovely things about our lives whole across the world, I have this to pray after I talk about my feelings for a minute here in a little place of heaven called Uncovered No More on Weir Loop Circle in Austin, TX, at the zip code of 78736.
My feelings: I wish to God Protestants had trusted the work of Christ in their little sister better than you did. You’ve cost my Beaty-Coffey family and the family of Davis in heavenly door ministries in Mississippi more than you understand in all of your Christian largess. That being said, my feelings not ignored, I do indeed know the value of forgiveness where I AM is concerned. And, once I get over being self conscious of how powerful the testimony of Uncovered No More is, then rest assured all the churches I’ve said I wouldn’t step foot in will indeed see me. Why? Jesus Christ, him crucified, and him risen again is why you will see me. But when you see me next time, realize that isn’t me. It’s me, whomever that is, which I AM is defining every day in a way that is embarrassing to your little sister in this little house my daddy and uncle built, as I keep moving as a strange prophetess in the office of it.
If I have ever mentioned you anywhere as Christians, we all know you are forgiven. Bob Jones of Bob Jones Ministries lost his soul for me to be able to say this, and that process began Valentine’s Day, 2014 when he passed away. I’d done some work earlier, and that dog named Valentine is now owned by Eara Abigail. He still loves me as his little sissy, that Valentine. Now. Here is my reality: it is entirely possible I just snatched Bob Jones hard-set from burning and his soul will live again. There are testimonies on the Internet of people being held in holding tanks: in other words, they didn’t burn like Hitler did before Hitler was destroyed, and he was. Bob Jones has some faithfulness in his life. I know that. But if you are me and Christians have misunderstood you and defied you to the point of no return, you have to hold their feet to the fire in the first heaven to have the testimony that I have. I will never, ever, forget the face of Jesus named Justin who blocked me off in a kitchen desperately just so I’d say one thing to Him. I complimented a necklace that represented to me my daughter Esther Grace. And Esther Grace is named after two women of God the world was not worthy of.
I almost went away again last night. I didn’t get tempted to hit delete on two of my three blogs; however, I did get tempted to disappear forevermore and let Jesus do His work alone again. NO. Every time I see Jesus save for a very few times in the very churches which are being refined right now in Austin, Texas, He is alone, alone, alone. That breaks my heart. So Protestant and Catholic Churches, I have this to pray: