A Conversation with Jesus, Part One

It doesn’t take much with Jesus, you know. A few words and your life is not yours anymore. And, isn’t that what Christians knew all along? Yes, yes it is. I laughed this morning because, well, it is simple and we all think we are going to conquer it all for Jesus when we never will, we never will. What we must do is what our Jesus said we must do: become children again and walk that way.

I’ve seen him thrice in that place of a conversation with Jesus. I’ve seen body forms of the Lord so many times now it is exhausting to contemplate–for him likely just as much as it is for me to admit it. I dunno what it’s like to be able to walk through walls and appear as any number of men of God to a stupid 51 year old woman who just keeps moving, but it seems to me He gets tired being the Son of God and Man just like I get tired being a mother of ten kidz and a prophetess in the office of it.

I have been watching and praying across 4:44 AM Central this morning, so there will be pictures of how my day is beginning. I don’t get a walk today because a thunderstorm of love supreme swept upon us here in Austin in the 3:00 hour or so. I slept soundly and I hope you did too.

I told us in some deleted FB public recordings that I wasn’t going to release the math of my life from April 14 to April 14 across 2017 and 2018; however, the time has come during a thunderstorm in August of 2017 when I have finally put my life of three blogs, a ton of coloring work that I love, and my home schooling of children in order for the last time.

So many times across the last ten years, I thought this life of mine is SO freaking complicated, and it was. It was. It takes Jesus, one tiny conversation, and three times of seeing him for me to realize it isn’t complicated for me anymore.

Yesterday, Austin Oaks put in their new pastor and I fell asleep in the packed congregation building. God help me, that is a blessed relief, hey? But the sardine on my left and my right were two men of God whose families weren’t with them–I seriously doubt they knew what to do with the gal in between them who colored and fell asleep while lifting my hands straight in the air a couple or three times to catapult the world into the Throne Room all glory to God while my Esther Grace did it at the YMCA that afternoon.

Oh the people swimming with my children–so beautiful when I looked up from my coloring and saw them populate the heavenly doors ministry of Uncovered No More, Eagle’s View Ministries, and Chavda Ministries International in Austin, Texas which is embodied within Three Rivers otherwise known as Rivers International: if you’ve got one, you’ve got them all so to speak.

It is the river of Revelation 22 I’m talking about so don’t try to figure it out, people. We cannot figure anything out anymore. If you’d like a glimpse, go view the tortoise Bobby Conner and I dealt with across Asia, America, and back again on my Uncovered No More public page–@CaraAnnBeatyCoffey. I also announced on that page beforehand how I finished my work of the ministry right before Bobby Conner and I spoke the pain of a tortoise in the wilderness.

Here is the math, first:

2017 – 1948 = 18

At this time, Jesus is 69. Israel became the nation it is in 1948 all glory to GOD.

51 – 33 = 18

I am 51 years old. Within my life bio, it is found I have 144 in my core. The man named Justin who led me to take communion and then came down out of heaven (Revelation 9) as the Morning Star on November 19, 2016, is 33 years old.

Eighteen is the physical representation of two things: 666 and 99. Something repeated is worth remembering, right? A double portion of judgment beginning in the house of GOD when Cara was 50 and Jesus was 33 on November 19, 2016, is evidently enough for the King of kings and Lord of lords but I couldn’t testify it until Bobby Conner was freed, all 13 of my children have the last name of Beaty, and Jesus told me my standard poodle Bar None Valentine is well cared for on a walk somewhere or other in this crazy town called New Jerusalem; Austin, Texas.

 

 

 

 

 

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