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To my Follower

Thank you for visiting my posts. Hidden within my unorganized and chaotic articles are prayers to God, my Heavenly Father is who I call upon.

To guide my right hand and judge my heart. My fear of offending God is strong . Offending God with my own fear of my enemy.

I call upon God to bless this pen and guide my right hand. This is not about religious traditions of mankind.

This is one of numerous sites that I have given back to God for all that God has given me.

I hope to hear from you about your thoughts on whatever subject matter brought you here.

Thank you for visiting. I am sorting through this to hopefully reorganize and simplify the subjects into categories. Thank you so much for your time and kindness.

Connie Ford Johnson. C.L.Ford

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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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Scattered Children



Father send me your scattered children..

The broken bones..the healing wounds..unlock the private prison cells..

Let your streams quench their thirst… the water is cold clear and clean… Let your trees grow fruit to feed…

Let those who understand see.. Let them know that they are freed..

The enemy will not escape from the crumbling stone. The seed is sewn..

The children are safe.. the lion and the bears circle the way.

Where two witnesses can agree..

Declare the testimony to be true.

God bless this seed once more..

The spirit of truth is riding across this land.. SETTING the children free.. Inspiring me…

As God turned his hand against the children The promise is not lost that was written..

In the wilderness Gods children are placed into the darkness of man …. This is for those who understand… This is the promise of the seed…

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Our Exodus

https://www.bibletools.org/index.cfm/fuseaction/bible.show/sVerseID/19686/eVerseID/19688

Dear Heavenly Father, Guide my right hand and judge the intentions of my heart. Let not my own thoughts mislead your children.

Dear Heavenly Father, let your angels surround your children as they endure .

Dear Heavenly Father, let not the evil one steal the words of my heart. Still my thoughts .

The invisible serpent tests my faith and I have great fear of offending God.

As God allowed his children to be bitten in the wilderness, I, too , know that my faith is on trial.

I would rather stand in judgment as a drunken, thieving harlot than stand in judgment for failing to uphold my responsibilities to preserve the life within the word of God.

This book is my offering to God. To show you, to speak to you .

If it be worthy and true , even though it will not pardon me from my disobedience to keep a sabbath day.

For the world is busy but everyday I battle because I love the Lord my God. And everyday I search and listen. Ready to write what the holy spirit leads me to reveal.

Even though I do not understand , nor can any one declare to know the mind of God.

Such a terrifying and indescribable overwhelming love .

I do not question why. For I have witnessed all the children from every corner of the world gather to shores of the land of the free. A land that has taken the children into captivity.

Exchanging innocence for silver and gold. In the name of Christian charity , to satisfy a lustful greed , at this moment I write this book , from your yesterday, for today you are free.

The children were not forgotten by me, all I have endured I stand witness to.

I sent out a request for mercy to the leaders of the land, requested accountability, and my request was denied.

God saved me and I was just one of the few from yesterday it was foretold

Of the day the few become many and God stretches forth his hand and the request for mercy becomes his demand.

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Scattered Children

Father send me your scattered children..

The broken bones..the healing wounds..unlock the private prison cells..

Let your streams quench their thirst… the water is cold clear and clean… Let your trees grow fruit to feed…

Let those who understand see.. Let them know that they are freed..

The enemy will not escape from the crumbling stone. The seed is sewn..

The children are safe.. the lion and the bears circle the way.

Where two witnesses can agree..

Declare the testimony to be true.

God bless this seed once more..

The spirit of truth is riding across this land.. SETTING the children free.. Inspiring me…

As God turned his hand against the children The promise is not lost that was written..

In the wilderness Gods children are placed into the darkness of man …. This is for those who understand… This is the promise of the seed…

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Galatians 4:10 (KJV) – Forerunner Commentary

https://www.bibletools.org/index.cfm/fuseaction/bible.show/sVerseID/29142/eVerseID/29142

I share with you a scripture out of context with my own longing to understand something personal to me.

I battle with worldly distractions and all I have been warned of comes to be.

I feel so tormented in a state of mind that once opened my eyes to see and hear the living word that was given to me.

How long upon this earth is my time ? How much longer will the holy spirit come to me and find me not willing to carry out my responsibilities to preserve the books given to you?

The invisible serpent spirit of fear flees from me when I seek to continue the task at hand, the task of my hand , the written word, this is such a mystery, but not to you and me. It was , is and will always be given to God’s chosen children.

This is my testament and my faith can not be moved to please the world.

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I am One

13 yr. Old Girl’s Request for mercy denied .. I am not unrealistic to think that I can change the world.. I do have an unmovable faith that God is preparing the child who will. ……..Clford2121

13 year old girl from Tennessee walks 40 years after being dumped in Charlotte NC. . Trafficked under protective custody and interstate compact for placement of children..

This is an amazing account of how Congressional leaders and government bodies refused to respond to the request for mercy and closure . She still today is fighting a losing battle .

Denied by county, state, judicial, Blue Ribbon task forces , victims of human CHILD SEX TRAFFICKING are SURVIVING TODAY . THE HUNDRED THOUSANDS… Could even and realistically be MILLIONS.

I am one … I am clford2121

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I am clford2121

Following the links

#requestformercy.

Dear Heavenly Father I chose to live..

Here i will always be alive to see your  children gather by your  hand.

There will be no mercy  in the land flowing with  milk and honey..

Selling children  In the name of God.. for money

God will defend them all.

The children will stand

The wall will fall.

I gathered one.  God gathers all