What do ya think about that globe? Pretty flipping cool don’t ya think? I think. My belief is…Father is saying I am going global. 😜 I have some words to use about that…BUT first…let me set the stage for this post.
One…I am all over the place today. I have been to a thousand places in my mind and back since last night. I slept a few hours last night…up at 1. Wide awake. Working. By 5 this morning, I was showered and ready to go for the day. It is like I have had a pot of coffee.
Not sure where this post is going…what I am going to include. It will be a surprise for us both. 😂
Two…brace yourself. I am about to get a bit racy here. 🤷♀️ When I felt like Father was sharing with me this morning…He wanted me to do this post and include what I am about to say in it…I was a bit taken aback. Wasn’t really on board with including this in the post. It is now 5:30 in the evening…and I am convinced I am to share. Just sharing the truth here folks. 🤷♀️ I am reminding myself…I am not looking for the religious folk. 😂
Sex
I need sex. 😂🤔
Bad!
I need a MAN. Needing some pleasure only a man can bring me. Testosterone. Ya know what I am saying?
This morning, I started feeling that frisky feeling. Needing sex…wanting to play. Be a bit ornery about it. I started telling Christ…listen…I need some output here. This ole gal needs her physical needs met…which can only be met with a physical body-in-the-bedroom kind of thing. 🔥👀🤨
Needing some physical ACTION. 💋
Just being real here. 🤷♀️
He has been serenading me for several days with a number of songs. One of those songs is Rihanna’s Love on the Brain. It is playing on repeat in my ears now. It might be feeding the fire burning inside. That drumbeat…goodness!!! Delicious!!!
I am in the mood. All about it man.
Sometime in the last 36 hours or so, I heard…take a week off. Had to chew on that a bit. Finally…in my sassy, playful, frisky, sexual mode…I said to Him…the only way I will take a week off is if you get me out of town. You are going to have to put out. Wine me and dine me. Give me some lovin’. Pleasure me. It has to be a week of pleasure for me. Need to be intoxicated with some lovin’. Some intoxicating love. Needing Him to intoxicate me. Some of that eros love.
Passion. Fire. Desire.
🤷♀️ Got lovin’ on the brain…and in some areas of the body. 🔥🤨
There ya go. Now ya know. The fire has been lit. It is legit.
Promised Land
We have been discussing the Promised Land a lot. Some time ago, I saw a vision of Moses standing on the cliff looking at the Promised Land. I also knew…it was me. I was standing and looking at the Promised Land.
Had this epiphany recently. As I have mentioned before, at different times…I struggled to believe the promises were real and would actually be met.
Many years ago, He told me…promises made…promises kept. Five years in Hell kind of…well…shot that all to Hell in my mind.
Sometimes when I am talking to Father/Christ/Holy Spirit…I will simply say to Holy Spirit…tell me what to ask for. He is my guide. Most of the time…I say…Holy Spirit…take me by the hand and lead me to the Truth. Christ…tell me the truth or truths I need to know.
Here is the epiphany…I said to Holy Spirit…take me by the hand and lead me into the Promised Land.
🤦♀️🤦♀️🤷♀️
Not sure why I haven’t said that to Him before. *sigh* Some days…I feel like an idiot. 🤯
Threshold
Typically when having that conversation, I say to Christ…carry me across the threshold. Pick me up and carry me through the veil. Open the door and carry me across the great divide.
This time…I merely asked my GUIDE to lead me into the Promised Land. That IS His job. 🤦♀️
This convo started back up because I was reminding Him it isn’t my job to convince myself of the truth.
Here is a truth. It is the husband’s job to convince his wife of two things.
ONE…he loves her…as Christ loves His Bride.
TWO…that he is a man worthy of her. It is his job to convince the woman HE is her husband. No other man can compare to him.
It is a picture of Christ with His Bride.
Oodles of years ago, Father set a boundary for me when He told me to Feed His Sheep. He told me…your job is to teach the people. To present the truth to the people. It is NOT your job to convince the people of those truths. That is Holy Spirit’s job.
I SO appreciated that boundary line. Took ALL the pressure off me to get people to accept what I was saying. My job is merely to present it. What happens after I drop the seeds…is not up to me.
I like to remind Father of this on occasion. CUZ…it isn’t my job to convince me of truth either. That is the male gender’s job. Ya know what I am saying? Takes all the pressure off myself. Such a relief.
Globe
I used to own a globe and different atlases. Love to learn…I do. 🤩 I like the idea of being Father’s (Teacher) pet. Could use some heavy petting right now. 😜 Just sayin’.
Been feeling the need to have a globe. For a while now. Father made me give away the old one I had.
Recently watched a documentary. Well…quite a few of them. One of them was sharing info on the Drake Passage. Ya know where the Pacific, Atlantic, and Indian Oceans come together? Seems like a cauldron of Hell. 🤯
I was feeling the need for a globe and/or atlas while watching that doc.
One morning after that…I woke up and Father said…go buy a globe.
This frustrated me because I tell Him on repeat…you spend money like you own it all. 😉 Imagine that. Another thing I tell Him is this…in this relationship…you are the spender, and I am the saver. Keeps us at odds. Would love to have His money to spend on myself in some lavish manner here. Feeling the need to lavish myself. OR…better yet…He could lavish me with some lovin’. 😍
Went to one of my favorite stores to start with…teacher supply. Feels wonderful just like an office supply store. Makes me happy just walking in the door.
Sat my fanny down on the floor and opened up all the globes to check them out. Wasn’t feeling it.
Book Store
The next stop was another one of my favorite places…the bookstore. They had a larger selection of them. Sat my fanny down on the floor and opened up every box to check them all out.
The one I purchased was what I felt like Father was saying to buy. BUT…also felt like I was supposed to get a world atlas too. Buying the globe alone didn’t feel complete.
I went back downstairs and pulled the atlases down. Made myself comfy on the floor and compared the atlases. Settled on the one above. Felt like that was what Father was wanting.
Next up was seeking how He was going to pay for them. 🤦♀️🤨
Had to do two separate transactions…but I got-r-done.
The Apron
Fast forward in time…now He wants me to buy an apron. 🤨 I rarely cook anymore…mostly because I don’t have a house…don’t have a kitchen. Don’t have my kitchen stuff. 🤔 I remind Him of this often. 🤷♀️
To buy this apron…I saw the store Home Goods in a vision. Ok…I know where I am going. When I get there, I ask a clerk…where are your aprons.
I hate shopping. For real. In addition, I prefer efficiency. Get in…get out.
The clerk leads me to some aprons hanging in a strange place. They are shoved on a rack with some kitchen towels. As I looked at the aprons, they kept falling off the rod because they didn’t belong there.
Wasn’t feeling like any of those aprons was the one. Nothing felt right. SO…I think well…I will head to Target. It was next door.
They were completely out of stock. Wow…ok.
I decided…TJ Maxx…they are next door too.
They don’t carry aprons.
*Sigh*
Back Again
In my head, I am thinking…ok…gotta go back to Home Goods and purchase one of those. I thought maybe I missed something.
When I go back to the rack of aprons, I start sifting through them again and out of the corner of my eye…down the aisle…I spot a splash of color. I knew it was Father directing me. I stopped to focus. There at the end of the aisle was where the aprons belonged. The apron in the photo above was the splash of color I spotted.
I walked down to them and sifted through them. I found a navy-blue apron I kind of liked…but this one was screaming at me.
For about two minutes…for real…I said to Father…that one is pink. I don’t buy pink. 🤨😳
We were in a standoff. Seriously. With my left hand holding the pink apron and my right hand holding the blue one…I kept saying…this one is blue. Meaning…this is my color…my favorite color. He would point to the pink one. I would say…but it is pink.
You see who won that battle. He always wins. 🙃 Not sure how I have any fight left in me at this stage in my life.
Global
When I knew I had to purchase a globe, I thought I would be getting a regular globe like my old one. Had no idea they had such cool globes today. The two-in-one globe I got is so FREAKING cool…I can’t stand it. A globe by day…and by night it displays the constellations. Wow…makes me swoon. Be still my beating heart. 💓
I know…takes so little to amuse me. Takes so very little to make me swoon. For real. 😂
This little globe is super prophetic in a gazillion different ways. It hurts my little pea brain. Excited to have it. I like to turn the constellations on and stare at them. Makes my little heart so happy. Little pitter-patters fluttering in there. Represents so much goodness…can hardly stand it.
In addition to the apron…adding the two together…makes me think He is saying I am going to Feed the Sheep globally. How bout dem apples? Loving that!!!
Let’s do it!!!!!!!!! I am all for it. 100% in. He is spinning His wheels waiting on me…this ole gal has been revving the motor and ready to go for such a long time now.
Tired of being a barren woman. Tired of living in the desert. Wine me and dine me honey. Intoxicate me with your love. Primed and ready to receive. 💜
Final Thoughts
Gotta share this here before I go.
Father has been having me follow the Daystar scandal. So gross. Just going to say this here for future comers. Every single adult in that scandal is guilty. People are taking sides…but no one is taking Father’s side. His stance is this…every single one of them…guilty. Every. Single. One. Not just…mommy dearest.
Lots of deception behind the scenes…fueled by impure motives in the hearts of all involved. Don’t be taking any man’s side. Take Father’s side. All need to apologize and get right with Father because ALL have fallen short.
Another tidbit I want to share is a link to a YouTube video He had me stumble upon. IT IS GOLD in my book. It is a video by a man who likes to expose the false prophets. I certainly don’t agree with some of the things he says in the video…however, he does such a fantastic job putting these clips together. It is about the false Esther MeToo movement that came together at the National Mall in D.C. It is comedy gold.
The Messed Up Church…I think his name is Steve…put together clips of the craziness summed up in a 30-minute video. It is truly a depiction of the false prophets on Mount Carmel crying out to the gods they built. Complete with their little altar they built to tear down.
The thing is hysterical to watch. I sent the video to the girls. We all laughed together at the lunacy of it all. The roaring is probably what tickles me the most. If you want a good laugh…watch this video.
Signing Off
Alrighty then!!!! My little teapot is empty.
Going to sign off and do a bit of dancing with Rihanna before bed! Have a marvy freaking day!!! Having one myself. Hoping to get some male action soon! Expecting Christ to provide a bit of love and intimacy for this ole gal.
🥰🔥👀😉🙃