Dear Heavenly Father

I had a question for my Heavenly Father.

For the children who have been so loved and lost, but chosen to be with such great favor to hear that unmistakable voice in their hearts.

To the one who is set apart from the world and seeking for answers,

Well I don’t know the answer you are searching for  but I have great knowledge that most people can find exactly what they want to see.   Or move on till its found to be acceptable to them.

I am not an exception to this.

It all comes down to a choice

The hard cold truth .

The comfortable middle.

The bliss of total dismissal of the whole subject.

Can my way of belief be totally changed ?

No.   I take it to be a personal and private decision to make on my own place in life.

Faith is not free of worry  .     Doubt that brings guilt for going against the world and even against the ones who have raised you, is not easy. .

It’s okay to be with questions ab  religious beliefs and traditions.

But you have been gathered to me and set apart for a reason . I hope I can comfort you and you can draw courage to continue to sow seeds and preserve the words hidden in your own heart.



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I have tirelessly and persistently requested mercy and closure for the children. My heart is broken to relive the memories. everyday I scream out for your children taken by the very same people who took me. We are not all dead.. just invisible — C.L. FORD (@Iamclford2121) October 6, 2019 My #requestformercy remains denied […]

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Connie Ford Johnson


The smallest of all three me”s

is in my youngest memories..

In the green pastures i will forever find her there …

Beside the still waters she plays without a care…

By her tiny right hand God led her to this place…

He let her little body fall
And set a choice all Gods children face…

No words were spoken by her Heavenly Father that fleshy ears would hear…

Her soul was gathered in God’s love that innocently was without fear…

He gave her the choice of live or to die..

She chose to live and she told her Heavenly Father why..

She knew by death … here she would remain..

In the presence of God’s love .. no words can explain..

She answered
“” i would like to live so i can play””

God restored her soul. By his gift of life. …is the very breath she breathed..

Where she had fallen as dead upon the grass ..

Her first death has come to pass…

God opened her eyes
She was able to see…
There was no veil to divide….

God opened her ears to hear.. upon her heart he wrote his law for her life she would abide..

He planted a seed and its hidden in her heart…

Such a gift found in the words she sews….

In Gods love she continues to grow….

The lords prayer verse on Bible Gateway

The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever. – Psalm 23:1-6

Isaiah 40:3 (KJV) – Forerunner Commentary

Following the links. What am I SEARCHING for ?

I am not the only one, yet I am alone , but never has God left me.

I run in circles and tear my clothes. I battle with an unseen enemy .

Never before has it been tolerated to speak of a serpent spirit of fear.

How foolish I am to think that God would tolerate my fear . I am ashamed of my lack of faith.


Dear heavenly Father, guide my right hand and judge the intentions of my heart. Let not the enemy come between me and my works.

I sew this seed for the children who will follow me through the darkness.

I sew these seeds not to save my own soul .

I sew these seeds in my books of remembrance to honor God .

My faith is unmovable and unchangeable as i know that God has not forgotten the children enslaved by men. The children who are now being rescued.

Children who have been taken imprisoned sold beaten raped and murdered without any accountability for their innocence that is taken.

Let God lead you .. follow the links

Life in the Word

“Do you know what you have done for them?” I wasn’t quite sure what he meant, so I didn’t answer at first. “You make them live again by speaking their words.”
The word he used was k’astajisaj, meaning “to cause to have life,” or “to resurrect.” The written word has the power to survive the death of its author, to preserve the most precious souvenirs of human existence—thoughts, hopes, ideals, and acquaintance with the sacred. We tend to take writing for granted. The Maya do not. The ability to write words and have them preserved long after the death of the author is a miracle.
Many of the larger highland Maya communities possess wooden chests containing books and clothing owned by their ancestors which they revere as precious relics. These objects are said to bear the k’ux, or “heart” of the ancestors

For those who search.