Appeal To Their Hearts

What is your mission?

“Appeal to their hearts” is what he told me right when it was the last thing I wanted to hear but that’s what he told me.

After Obama got re-elected, our skies were smothered in chemtrails.

For mommy time a couple times I week, I would drive out to Pat Mayse Lake to go hiking and swimming in Sander’s Cove in prayer learning to recognize and discern God’s voice from my own fanciful imagination.

I brought roses from my garden. I would swim out and spin around letting them float to God praying for all life on the planet trying to add a little more love floating for hours looking up asking for God’s healing to bless the water cycle as we are all one creation sharing the same elements. Always I would leave love messages for God in the sand.

By Thanksgiving 2012, we were being assaulted by chemtrails to the sounds of trains arriving followed by 5 to 10 gunshots beyond the trees at Camp Maxey.

Quickly, my little slice of heaven on earth turned into what seemed like a black lagoon.

In spring 2013, God led me down the rabbit hole and left me questioning everything.

By summer, I was carving messages in the sand for the satellites,

God will destroy those who destroy the earth.

Revelation 11:18

God was silent.

Chemtrails blotted out every summer sky. Choppers would fly over the cove so close I could feel them and the rumble was ferocious but I couldn’t see anything above the chemtrails.

My heart completely broke.

By August, I was on the verge of astral traveling up there to knock them out of the sky if it were at all possible.

Then as I floated on the wild side of the lake seething beneath the chemicals, God spoke,

“Appeal to their hearts.”

“What? No!” I blurted out splashing around all the while knowing that yes, I was to going to have to do this.

During a subsequent hike, I was praying and I asked God, “But why me? I’m no one. I have nothing.”

And he said, “Exactly.”

In those days, political correctness controlled the narrative and no one dared stray lest they be cancelled.

No man can serve two masters: for either he will hate the one, and love the other; or else he will hold to the one, and despise the other. Ye cannot serve God and mammon.

Matthew 6:24

So began my “Please stop chemtrailing me” posts.

I was targeted and stalked throughout Obama’s second term.

But then we Trumped them.

And now we are here and my mission is to call up Christian candidates to get our government resting on the shoulders of Christ so that we may “Occupy till he comes.”

For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace.

Isaiah 9:6

And he called his ten servants, and delivered them ten pounds, and said unto them, Occupy till I come.

Luke 19:13

We’re flipping this upside down world back upright!

Satan has his secret clubs.

God has the boldly spoken truth.

Rise up, church! Don’t be lukewarm.

We are on a prayer line the devil can’t hack!

Do whatever God tells you and prepare to be amazed by how we all work together for good although we may never meet in this life.