Reciprocal Here, There, Everywhere 4/14 & August 2017 Part Five

The Point Is Part FOUR

You better start repenting. The more of my family’s dreams I release, and I will continue to release them until this thing breaks obviously in the United States of America, the more you are going to realize that had you been paying attention, oh American Christian, you would have seen me coming like John Paul Jackson did. He’d already released the Perfect Storm Prophecy by the time I sent him my first book. If there were two people who could interpret the shit right out of you, it was him and me by about 2013. It took me a few minutes to catch up, you see, and that process began in from 2009~2010. I cannot honestly remember when I began to under the surface inform Streams Ministries International. Idiots–all of you. Did you honestly think I was going to blow my life story wide open and leave my family to be picked apart? That family is Beaty-Davis-Jackson-Coffey. Do you now have any questions, American Christianity? Get over your freaking selves. Every time I now get near water or anywhere else easily transported, I transport. I can guarantee you one thing John Paul and I are highly skilled at at this point: taking out anything for Mahesh Chavda and Cara Coffey anywhere worldwide that the Womb of GOD (or glory bubbles as Brother Mahesh calls them) are being compromised. I talk to John Paul, you know. He talks to me. We don’t abuse the privilege GOD gave him and me to keep our families safe. I haven’t seen or talked to him in a while. Well now; I guess it’s time to get my ass over to Life Austin in Jesus Name, amen.

April 14, 2017: my son born on my birthday in 1993 is currently the reciprocal of when I became 42 and my grandmother, Eara Davis Beaty, was wracked with pain in a bed and died of uterine cancer in Texas while my daddy didn’t speak for a year it was so horrific in 1948 for my paternal family.

August of 2017: Eara Abigail turned 15 and this is the reciprocal of my 51 years right now all glory to GOD and in Jesus Name.

I didn’t see how reciprocation was in this old blog article that I posted by 3:00 PM on 10/6/2017 until right then while the whole article had been being seen and built for about 2 weeks before. I always do this, people, so I would suggest you stop blocking me on Twitter and thinking I’m wrong. *wicked, Halloween laugh*

400 Kings in My Ministerial Midst
September 14, 2014

This blog article shows the obvious interference my family has encountered for me to do what I have stated in the Home Page of this website: pare it down, leave what I can, and keep moving in watching and praying for Jesus Christ to come to us. Within “I Wish Christian Men Understood” linked below, the reciprocation information was removed along with other parts of the article. Reciprocation is basically numerically the concept of First Corinthians 13 of when we look in a mirror.

I am going to place a dream Eara (child #7) had on this website for reasons of prayer associated with my children’s generation of Christians who are a part of the 144,000 of Revelation 7:4; 14:1,3; and the measurements in Revelation 21 of the Temple Who is GOD.

Richard and Eara Coffey are the only pair of male/female in my line up of ten live children that are as it was in the beginning. Two other pairs of the male/female children in the Coffey family are switched and the daughter is older. Edith Renae (#1) and Patrick Stephen (#2) have suffered greatly for this testimonial and prayer fact. That allegorical situation in my prayer and testimony life is as according to Job 42 which is within my <a href=>United States Prayer Initiative</a>. Leviathan is within Job 42, and the number of Job’s children at the end of the chapter was seven sons and three daughters who received an inheritance like the sons. My children reciprocate those children of Job. I talk about reciprocation and what it means within, <a href=””>I Wish Christian Men Understood</a> . Curtis understands Job as do some other men of my acquaintance on both ministerial and grassroots levels. (Prophetess note: my two oldest children had suffered and still suffer. Edith is finally laughing a little bit. What you would have found out if my published works had stayed published like they were supposed to is something John Paul treated with the utmost care: my daughter had a nightmare locked inside of her. Little Sister here handled several of Edith’s dreams with my daughter because we are skilled in the exact same way, she and I. We effortlessly enter back into nightmares and dreams and fix it. Whatever, people. I told you long ago on a blog that when my daughter found out what was really going on, there was going to be hell to pay. And then even more people dropped dead. She’s the one who heard that a man at SWFF had been ordained an elder while a teen son of the family was homosexual. Edith immediately cursed the church. Curtis and I watched the pastor sin in a very grave way toward another elder and now, that church is gone due to financial strain and a satellite church, with some re-building, was put into place by 2015 or 2016. The building projects are happening now–I drove through the parking lot of that damnable place about three months ago under unction of the Holy Spirit.)

I am praying for them all. In this dream, you will see Eara, Richard, and Hannah. So as according to the blog article linked last, this dream has to do with the balancing force that is removing the curse off the earth according to Revelation 22. Mary Hannah points to my ministry as a gatekeeper because she is the child who moved into my gateway bedroom with me as a two week old nursing infant who is named after my mother in the first name of Mary and a strong woman of God, Samuel’s mother, in the middle name.

My world began to turn even darker fifteen years ago when we moved here. It had been odd and oppressed my entire Christian life according to the woman at the end of Revelation chapter 12, though. Satan laughed. I cried, asked forgiveness over and again, and now I am writing an article that I don’t want to write for the sake of the turtledove of Psalm 74 worldwide. Leviathan is in that particular passage too. Freemasonry is a modern day “leviathan” and my daughter Edith Renae knows that very well. You need my daughter, oh body of Christ. You need her to pray in your midst. This is blog article #400. There are very real reasons for that numeric fact. I am simply going to place the dream here with interpretation.

I found a castle, and I was going to steal everything in it. But I got killed because they were afraid of me. And so I regenerated like in Minecraft . So I went back in and they killed me again.

This dream is mimicking the parable of Jesus in Matthew 21 where the servants of God (prophets) were beat up but then the Son was sent and the vineyard “owners” killed Him. This dream is also pointing to how Jesus is going to come back and it will be like a “thief in the night” according to First Thessalonians 5:2 and Second Peter 3:10. Oh yes, they are afraid of me.

Then I went back in and a man slit my pointer finger then killed me. Then after I regenerated again he wanted to be on my side. And we found a second castle and went in. There was a mad king, and he wanted to kill me but I killed him and then we built Richard, me and the other king a castle. 

At UNM, I kept “pointing to” the sin in the midst of the body of Christ according to First Peter 4:17 and asking God’s forgiveness. I was slain in the spirit realms several times doing that work for a variety of reasons; that testimony is on this blog in varying articles. The last time it happened was last month and it is testified within “I Wish Christian Men Understood”. This work was also according to the overall sin of the bride of Christ as recorded in Revelation chapters two and three. The reason I kept getting slain in the spirit realms like that was because of the concept of generational sin found in Exodus chapter 20.

The “regeneration” in this dream is simply resurrection processes according to the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ, and Lazarus, prophetically. I had to keep praying and enacting deliverance ministry despite all the fear around me and therefore, I have been slain in the spirit realms many times over since I am the gatekeeper of a property having to do with heavenly openings.

The pointing finger was slit because our family was under attack as I kept writing across 3.5 years. Our family is still under attack though that attack is lessening over time.

Then, I took a very wise man (an archangel of God) into the castle that had the mad king in it and he said I would die for what I did and the mad king came back and invited me to a feast (Marriage Supper of the Lamb small scale model about which I’ve testified). So I went and it was a trap (this is not about any people; this is demonic). I was sent in to get executed by a little girl (a young church I’ve dreamt of several times–once with John Paul Jackson in the dream when he was hesitant and looked longingly across our porches to my dad’s house but then went ahead and came in and sat down while the little girl was in the doorway of my kitchen and put a Monopoly game on the living room table–four of us played).  I had a pair of sunglasses and told her if she let me go she would get the sunglasses so she let me go. I ran and climbed a ladder up to my castle. (I dreamed this week that our family moved to <a href=”″>Houston</a&gt; so this is likely that spiritual move for her to go up a ladder). And the little girl was there with Hannah. The king’s servant was there too and they told me they wanted to be on my side.

The reason Eara had sunglasses was because one ministry on the religious left provided headship for Uncovered No More whether they knew they did that or not. As a result of the synergistic relationship of ministries involved with heavenly openings, it feels like a prophetic body needs sunglasses sometimes; we get a lot of “Son in our eyes” as prophetic people. Thank You Jesus.

I know what it is to face demonic forces hitting the kings of the land in this day and age. I kept throwing demonic, cursed fruit back so that my daughter Eara in the spirit realms–as a daughter who is a part of the “new church” little girl who is embedded within my life core as explained numerically on the About Page of this website–could bargain with the kings of the land today who are building the young church of tomorrow faithfully along with the daughters of Jesus Christ of the land. I am glad “they”, whoever they are, want to be on our side. That comforts me as we inhabit this new castle altogether.

April 14, 2018: my son born on my birthday in 1993 will be the in real life reciprocal of my age of 52. You know what he said, right? I hit delete on it some time ago: April 14 is one bad-ass day. Happy birthday to me; happy birthday to me; I love you Jesus; happy birthday to me in Jesus Name and all glory to GOD. Let’s GO!

Matthew 25

25 Then shall the kingdom of heaven be likened unto ten virgins, which took their lamps, and went forth to meet the bridegroom.

2 And five of them were wise, and five were foolish.

3 They that were foolish took their lamps, and took no oil with them:

4 But the wise took oil in their vessels with their lamps.

5 While the bridegroom tarried, they all slumbered and slept.

6 And at midnight there was a cry made, Behold, the bridegroom cometh; go ye out to meet him.

7 Then all those virgins arose, and trimmed their lamps.

8 And the foolish said unto the wise, Give us of your oil; for our lamps are gone out.

9 But the wise answered, saying, Not so; lest there be not enough for us and you: but go ye rather to them that sell, and buy for yourselves.

10 And while they went to buy, the bridegroom came; and they that were ready went in with him to the marriage: and the door was shut.

11 Afterward came also the other virgins, saying, Lord, Lord, open to us.

12 But he answered and said, Verily I say unto you, I know you not.

13 Watch therefore, for ye know neither the day nor the hour wherein the Son of man cometh.

14 For the kingdom of heaven is as a man travelling into a far country, who called his own servants, and delivered unto them his goods.

15 And unto one he gave five talents, to another two, and to another one; to every man according to his several ability; and straightway took his journey.

16 Then he that had received the five talents went and traded with the same, and made them other five talents.

17 And likewise he that had received two, he also gained other two.

18 But he that had received one went and digged in the earth, and hid his lord’s money.

19 After a long time the lord of those servants cometh, and reckoneth with them.

20 And so he that had received five talents came and brought other five talents, saying, Lord, thou deliveredst unto me five talents: behold, I have gained beside them five talents more.

21 His lord said unto him, Well done, thou good and faithful servant: thou hast been faithful over a few things, I will make thee ruler over many things: enter thou into the joy of thy lord.

22 He also that had received two talents came and said, Lord, thou deliveredst unto me two talents: behold, I have gained two other talents beside them.

23 His lord said unto him, Well done, good and faithful servant; thou hast been faithful over a few things, I will make thee ruler over many things: enter thou into the joy of thy lord.

24 Then he which had received the one talent came and said, Lord, I knew thee that thou art an hard man, reaping where thou hast not sown, and gathering where thou hast not strawed:

25 And I was afraid, and went and hid thy talent in the earth: lo, there thou hast that is thine.

26 His lord answered and said unto him, Thou wicked and slothful servant, thou knewest that I reap where I sowed not, and gather where I have not strawed:

27 Thou oughtest therefore to have put my money to the exchangers, and then at my coming I should have received mine own with usury.

28 Take therefore the talent from him, and give it unto him which hath ten talents.

29 For unto every one that hath shall be given, and he shall have abundance: but from him that hath not shall be taken away even that which he hath.

30 And cast ye the unprofitable servant into outer darkness: there shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth.

31 When the Son of man shall come in his glory, and all the holy angels with him, then shall he sit upon the throne of his glory:

32 And before him shall be gathered all nations: and he shall separate them one from another, as a shepherd divideth his sheep from the goats:

33 And he shall set the sheep on his right hand, but the goats on the left.

34 Then shall the King say unto them on his right hand, Come, ye blessed of my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world:

35 For I was an hungred, and ye gave me meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me drink: I was a stranger, and ye took me in:

36 Naked, and ye clothed me: I was sick, and ye visited me: I was in prison, and ye came unto me.

37 Then shall the righteous answer him, saying, Lord, when saw we thee an hungred, and fed thee? or thirsty, and gave thee drink?

38 When saw we thee a stranger, and took thee in? or naked, and clothed thee?

39 Or when saw we thee sick, or in prison, and came unto thee?

40 And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.

41 Then shall he say also unto them on the left hand, Depart from me, ye cursed, into everlasting fire, prepared for the devil and his angels:

42 For I was an hungred, and ye gave me no meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me no drink:

43 I was a stranger, and ye took me not in: naked, and ye clothed me not: sick, and in prison, and ye visited me not.

44 Then shall they also answer him, saying, Lord, when saw we thee an hungred, or athirst, or a stranger, or naked, or sick, or in prison, and did not minister unto thee?

45 Then shall he answer them, saying, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye did it not to one of the least of these, ye did it not to me.

46 And these shall go away into everlasting punishment: but the righteous into life eternal.

It is possible; though I do not know if it is probabale, that this “everlasting punishment” is explaining the free will of vessels of humanity. It is possible this is explaining how we do not change, even in the Christian state of being. 

The only channels of change in these cases are James 5 and 1 John 1. The longer you have been an unprofitable servant or goat or unwise virgin as a Christian according to the church sin of Revelation 2 and 3, the harder of heart you become. You take away faith, hope, and love when you stubbornly keep requiring GOD and, say, a stupid little girl named Cara Ann Beaty, to prove it to you how Jesus Christ really is King of kings. You equally take away the Impossibility Markers of God in these cases. That is why Jesus never knew you as spoken in Matthew 25. 

People are still hiding from Prophetess Cara Ann Coffey. I Will NOT be Moved had to painfully be written by me just last weekend. 😰😭😘

And people are still denying my testimony—after November 19, 2016. I don’t know what to do with that. But I could interpret it. I’ve decided to scare the hell out of you instead. At the point GOD finishes your judgement in that everlasting fire above and below stairs as a Christian, it is probable you are blotted out of the book of life whether male or female even though it is probable no human female burns in everlasting fire of Matthew 25. Women and their children suffer so. Human Males cannot squirm away from this damnable reality since you are so arrogant about your male-ness—just like I AM is all MALE in the Bible yet Jews know of the Female Side of GOD and human women are created in the Image of God every bit as much as human men.


You keep hiding, and it means you are not pure in heart. That in my case is true from about the age of 33 on up across the world if you are not a turtle dove according to Psalm 74. My children have been attacked, and there are billions of children by now who are innocents but they may not look like it—just like my 13 children in the spirit realms. That’s called love grown cold.

As to the parables in Matthew 25, I find it noteworthy how this is the only Gospel the parable of goats is within. Matthew was the tax collector previously. He was not Peter, Thomas, or Iscariot. He knew about evils of money. Yes, these points are noteworthy. 🤑😡😱🤐

So much of my stuff has had to be removed and/or moved for me just to survive as a prophetess and author that it is unspeakably damnable to me—in the United States Of America—all glory to GOD. Yes! Even here I will praise my GOD! But I’m in prophetic pain today to write like this. 

We had an incident this morning involving a cat and Valentine. I told the story twice at the YMCA while a couple of guys keep being around me who need to see me coming and stay away. Anyway—be scared as hell male and female Christian because let me tell you something female: even if you don’t burn in second heaven hell, if you commit idolatry toward a stupid husband and hide shit I have a question for you according to 1 Corinthians 7 possibilities: if you are removed from the book of life and so is your husband—like Ananias and Sapphira from Acts—what does that mean for children who need at least one parent to be saved? You just left them in the cold called “love of everything except GOD” in your meantime. God isn’t mocked and none are Holy. He already knows. Your kids are loved by God Father perfectly there. 😵😬🤔😈 And I’m just saying everybody back then who flew except Apostle John, the one disciple Jesus loved–why didn’t you freaking get a CLUE before Jesus got on the cross to die? And I have a question for Jesus Son of Man–exactly what were you doing with the rest of them if that was the ONLY DISCIPLE  John whom you loved, Man? This little sister would like to hear You name that emotion because whatever that emotion is which wasn’t “the disciple whom Jesus loved” is the emotion that makes me feel like hitting, in the flesh, white men older than me on a regular basis. In front of a camera. PLEASE just take me to jail. Do it. Sheesh and shaboopie!

8 Bear fruits that are deserving and consistent with [your] repentance [that is, [b]conduct worthy of a heart changed, a heart abhorring sin]. And do not begin to say to yourselves, We have Abraham as our father; for I tell you that God is able from these stones to raise up descendants for Abraham. 9 Even now the ax is laid to the root of the trees, so that every tree that does not bear good fruit is cut down and cast into the fire.

Hagar Speaks
October 19, 2013

This blog article is allegory. This is my husband’s birthday, and we have experienced a resurrection beginning today. Curtis Edward Coffey, he is that Husband Adam who does not eat with his wife of the knowledge of good and evil. Happy Birthday Curtis. And to be clear: I am basically saying that how I was taught to be a Christian woman across 40 years is slavery that I will no longer have anything to do with. There are a good many of us with this testimony whether we see that or not, and it is according to Revelation 12. Curtis and I know one thing: it is most inconvenient to acknowledge how this is so; what we’ve been taught needs repenting. I have written seven years of tribulation testimony in four years and seven weeks but the difficulties in my life as a prophetess increased so much over the last eighteen years of living in Austin, Texas, that I unpublished most of my blog. It is explained within <a href=”″>Going Home</a>. (Prophetess note: I leave this link so you can see what I’m talking about, oh Arrogant, White Christian Nation who cannot even see the Golden Value of #TakeAKnee thereby requiring me, on the night of 10/5/2017, to block Franklin Graham, Billy Graham’s son, because he errors in his arrogant Twitter way. It is all glory to GOD every bit as much as how glorified bodies are now occasionally appearing in my home to leave me something to privately communicate what American Christians openly tormented my family to try to get. Yay GOD and in Jesus Name, I decided not to seal this little testimony for ya, Babes. Fuck off and leave me be.)

Cast of Characters

Hagar: This is me in the second heaven for the past 40 years of my Christian life witnessing what I have to be where I am today writing what I have written across this blog and two books. I have a ball gown on of glittering yet subtle rainbow colors. You almost cannot see the colors are there.

Ishmael is two allegorical children. They are unexplained on this website at this time. But in this allegory, “Ishmael” will be called Ryan and Evelyn Rose. (Prophetess note: I didn’t know John Paul Jackson had gifted the heavenly door responsibilities of New Hampshire to Scott Evelyn until around September of 2015 after the fourth blood moon of that time. Um…..I have seen both Scott and John Paul, those sons of God, so again….fuck off because heavenly door ministries are the New Jerusalem of 12 Tribes (Revelation 7, 12, 14, 19, 21, and 22) and I’ve seen enough of your arrogant, Laodicean, Jezebellian rebellion ways to catch a thief but it ain’t Jesus I’m talking about. It’s that other one on the cross beside Jesus whom Jesus said not a word to up there. God help me may they all not sons of God whom God allows to remain rest in peace 24/7 forevermore all glory to GOD and in Jesus Name, amen.)

Abram & Sarai: are that part of Christianity that has misunderstood/ignored me across five years.

Abraham & Sarah are my Christian counterpart whom I’ve been praying for. It is they for whom I carry deep prayer unction in faith, hope, and love these three according to First Corinthians 13.

You will see Hagar switch between the pairs of the Abraham/Sarah couple, and when I do that it is because they have been in bondage right along with me. This is allegory; it is not fiction to me. I have the gifting of faith which means I can look at, say, “Sarah”, and see what she did that wasn’t godly in the Old Testament so that I don’t do the same thing as a Christian.

Many of my counterpart do not walk in the freedom of this kind of faith as they read the Bible; therefore, many doctrines are spun off the Bible that are perhaps biblical in the black and white, but it is without the grace of First Corinthians 13 and First, Second, and Third John. This is true in this day and age for a number of reasons.

If you read in the more “religious left” they have more grace, but it is not balanced according to the book of Jude among other places in the New Testament. The phrases associated with “freedom from sin” are taken entirely too far in a lack of the fear of God in these doctrinal cases.

I have encountered flat out deception here and there among some writings/teachings within the ministries/churches of American Christianity though those entities as a whole are not false. This is confusing, but not to me. I am used to looking at it all and tiptoeing through the tulips, so to speak. I have done this for so long it’s second nature now. But that is why I got marginalized by Christian men particularly across the last five years. Oh goodness, yes. And that is an issue of “Hagar” of Christianity who is actually one of the elect women of Second John as much as Sarah is. Let us remember, there is neither slave or free in Christ just like there is neither male or female. What a beautiful mystery.


I was ten, and there was so much hustle and bustle within the House of Abraham and Sarah around me. They had just taken my aunt out of my room because my parents and I had nursed her while she died. I was sad, but I realize this is when my pondering journey began that built up over my life to this point. I remember standing on the porch back then as I cried for my auntie; I remember thinking I had better not feel sorry for myself because it would do me no good. It is kind of like when I asked <i>Why?!</i> when my brother died four years later.

At that point, God said abruptly, “It is not yours to ask.”

So I stumbled on, comforted yet not, as I grew up. My friends served Abram and Sarai too, we all were so tired in it sometimes yet we had our fun. We trusted them completely. It was confusing. But later, my friends kept spinning out uncontrollably as I stayed in the house with Sarai, trusting her and doing as I was bid. But Abram, he just looked at all the sad happenings yet kept living and leading us the same way.

So we went on like that. Sarai and I kept working in our own ways. I trusted her; trusted Abram. They knew better, always, to me. I cringe inside to realize it was never mine to question; indeed, that wasn’t a meek and quiet spirit. I am just a servant, nothing but an unnoticed soul among all the saints of such importance around me. But it is okay, for if I can just polish door knobs in the house of the King then I am satisfied. This is what I kept saying for most my Christian life.

Trust is well defined in this place. I was a submitted daughter and then wife; I stayed home, bore children, and yet the whole time there was this huge backpack on me. It was full of dirty old clothes; as it were, perhaps they really were dead man’s bones and old wine. Yes, and Sarai always required me to carry that backpack, even in my sleep. I am a twisted slave; it is so easy to see.

One day, I went to a wedding. I went up to one of the minor masters Abram and Sarai; I shook their hands, but then Sarai slapped me across the face right there after the wedding. And they screamed at me: “Stop calling us Abram & Sarai! We are Abraham & Sarah you witch!”

I was startled awake from my burdened slumber. Painfully, I kept writing confusedly because it was not Abraham and Sarah I was serving, was it? But I trusted them all and called them what they wanted me to call them.

(This is the stage of my life that was longest. These type Christians above automatically assume I don’t submit to my husband and therefore I am ruling him. You can’t ever do things right for these people.)

Then the next week, Abraham met with us. He said he didn’t know me, but he is awfully sorry I suffered so. He had read my first book and he believed I’d been through it, but he insisted he was just Abraham and there was nothing wrong with any of it. “Carry on, Hagar….we love your children so please go home and have more!”

(These Christians are simpletons in the second heaven who don’t know what to do with anybody who has prophetic gifting in their congregational midst. They are calling the shots, and we aren’t needed.)

Then, my kin threw a birthday party for the Mary of the house, and Sarah made me go. But I was Cinderella that time; I had nothing to wear but rags. Oh, yes, rags and the backpack. The old wine had spotted my dress, and I had been so busy cleaning up because of all the partying in the House of Sarah that I had no time to take care of myself. But I again obeyed her and went to the party though they laughed at me because I am so ugly. Sack cloth and ashes, they are not fit for Abraham and Sarah. They are dressed as kings and queens. But I do know that our King did come for me; for them. All the past doesn’t matter when you are privileged to see the King a little bit like I have.

(This is my relationship with the ultra-charismatics during the last five years of my life in the second heaven.)

I stumbled out, so confused, and they cannot see me. They cannot see me though I know in my old youth I had drunk from the wellspring of hidden manna in the desert though even that was confusing; for after all, every time I drank deeply, Satan was there laughing. Every single time, Satan was there laughing and my daughters even heard it; dreamed it; and lived it with me in horror.

But we kept going to church with Abraham and Sarah though they sneered at us under their bright and holy exteriors. They hit us without being seen, and they laughed because it was not held to their account while we stumbled about bruised and bleeding. Why, oh God? Why do they treat my children and I so? Why is my husband bleeding to death in this wasteland of Christian living? Why are my friends bleeding to death? Why does Satan laugh at us betimes?

Hagar, she did bear ten children this way; she did submit to her dear husband until the mental death; she did wash, clean, and cook until there was not any soul left of her. I must speak of her in third person lest I enter the pain of it. It was so confusing to experience. But they just kept saying they were very sorry I had gone through it, though every time they say that I don’t think they mean it. For if they are truly sorry, then why don’t Abraham and Sarah help me?

I became pregnant with faith, hope, and love these three because I had already seen the Lord betimes. Sarah became jealous and so she would strike me in my pregnancy. Abraham, I suppose he prayed for me but when I asked for help he gave me a stony silence for my bread; yeah, I am hungry because of all the loneliness of sorrow I have partaken. It is painfully empty calories at best. And this is no way to birth a child; yet Ryan was indeed born, and quickly, thank God.

Then my second natural son, Alva Richard, did bring me another child and she is precious to behold just as is Ryan. Evelyn Rose, oh Evelyn Rose, you have been brought to me. And I laugh with my wee children who were given to me in the desert where I drank from that wellspring for forty years occasionally; for indeed, I would go home and serve that one who is Sarai yet she is Sarah. Abraham would smile at me occasionally, and then he was always so busy so he never noticed my new children, my tears of pain, or my heavy backpack. It went this way for five long years; the horror of it indeed is fading quickly as I see the beauty of these dear children who are mine.

But one day, as I was taking care of the babies and assuming all was well, there was a demonic force that beckoned. For while I cared for these two wee infants, this force wanted to harm my fourth natural child and so I will arise and go forth with the Sword of the Word. This I will not have; I will not carry my natural children, or these two wee ones, into the next wilderness bearing the marks of Hagar the slave concubine whose children can be misused at will by second heaven demonic forces.

I looked up from the beautiful wellspring in the last of my desert walk of slavery, and I realized there is no Hagar any longer. I don’t have to go back to Sarai who calls herself Sarah, and I know she is bound too. I don’t have to carry a burden for the Word says Christian living ought to be done loving myself and my neighbor, it ought to be an easy yoke. I will not go back in the Name of Jesus. For I am not Hagar nor have I ever been though Abraham and Sarah insisted that I was though I realize they honestly didn’t know how they were saying that to me.

Come to me, Abraham and Sarah: come to the wellspring out in the new desert where there is an abundance, and we don’t have to strike any rocks for water to come forth as Moses of old did. There is water aplenty and hidden manna in this new wilderness. Come to our Jesus, for He is saying anew how His burden is light and His yoke is easy. We are those elder brothers and sisters, and we have labored in the Hot Son yet we can choose to move forward in rejoicing and not complaining as the new ones come in our evening to work alongside us. We can repent betimes and work some more in the sands of time because I have seen the Oasis of Everlasting Secret Places where there is new faith, hope, and love in abundance and in more balance for a new season in America, and the world.





12:55 PM Ask an honest question of Jesus Christ and He gives you an honest answer. That is my story this one day if none other ‘round about my entire, pea-picking life. 🙏🏻🙏🏿🙏🏽🌏🌎🌍💛💜💚


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