Searching for life’s treasures can be challenging if you’re unsure of what you seek.
In my younger years, I came to realize that I possessed several spiritual talents. Yet, these abilities stayed inactive well into my adult life until I attended a Pentecostal church. Creations that the Almighty crafted to bless humanity that we have access to. He is our treasure, and inside His treasure chest is all we need to create with Him.
In this journey, He has shown me how to do various activities. I became more and more frustrated as I struggled to reattach a metal loop while using my sewing machine. While napping, the Lord showed me how to twist the wire and wrap the unused part. After waking up, I tested it and it worked!
Sometimes, I lose track of the connections in my dreams, but they always resurface. I had a concept for a story and jotted down thoughts. The famous painting depicted a Vestal Virgin presenting bread and water to a deity. (This picture is similar to what I saw in the dream). I had a moment of reflection where God disclosed the artist’s name. He presented me with a vivid image of a woman in the painting. She left behind the bread and water and ran into the arms of Jesus. This is significant, as by breaking their vows, they were put to death. The Louvre painting sparked my idea to draw what I saw. I was determined to find the painting. In the dream, I knew the artist’s name, woke up, wrote it down, and then lost the paper. That’s when I learned to use Color Notes on my phone. I used it on my iPod before, but I no longer have it. I know once I find the painting, I’ll be able to draw the image from my dream.
These examples have brought back forgotten memories from my childhood. Like me, my dad had similar visions, but he was discouraged from pursuing them as a child. He tried to pass that mindset on to me, but I didn’t embrace it.
I composed a concise account about a pilgrimage to the Courts of Heaven with my father. The occurrence was intriguing. When I visit the Court of Scribes alone, I notice a photo of him on their wall. I taste the treats left by the Holy Spirit. If you read my books, you see that Holly (The Holy Spirit) leaves treats at the Court of Scribes and at the Chancelor’s home.
I have very little information about my grandparents. My birth mother passed when I was eight. She would have shared her childhood with me more than anyone else. One night I was dreaming and a file folder with their names on it. I knew God wanted me to search for the stories I needed about them.
A few nights later, I had a vision of visiting my grandparents’ house to make lunch for them. Their home was very similar to the residence I experienced when I was 14 on a trip to Wisconsin. The kitchen had the formica table and the viny chairs. While we were eating, I was telling them of their granddaughter and her accomplishments. I asked my grandmother what she was taught during her childhood that stuck with her. She told me that no one in the family would extend their education.
The next day, my daughter shattered that curse and announced she would graduate from the local university as Cuma Sum Laude in Business and Marketing.
I take these visits more seriously now.
Eagle's Garden 