Good morning ladies!
I know it has been a long time since I have been writing and for that I am sorry! But that is changing! God has given me this writer’s block these past couple months to get my behind closer to Him as I have been navigating these new waters called Self-employment and this deeper level of faith He has brought me to.
It’s been an incredible journey..For those who don’t know, God called me to leave my job as a behaviorist to work from home because quite frankly, my kids need mama home! I am homeschooling my daughter and been focusing on building my parent coaching business and of course, life coaching is still available. I have also begun another business venture in which I hope to launch in April, creating another blog called SacramentoMomsBlog to connect local moms with knowledge, resources and relationships here in the Sacramento area. I am also looking for Sacramento mom contributors for the blog so please let me know if you are interested! I know, that was a shameless plug, but hey, it’s my blog, I can do that!
So I am writing today to talk about something called The Earthquake Inside. This weekend my family and I had a life changing experience that shook us all to the core and my children got to experience God and His power in a whole new level.
It began Friday. I was babysitting for some friends of mine with plans to head out of town to my parent’s house that night. I planned to be gone all weekend, with my son staying here with a family friend so he can go to basketball practice. Late in the afternoon I all of a sudden got really sick, dizzy, headache and began throwing up. Totally random! I decided to stay home for the night and just head down in the morning.
Come evening as I was sitting at the table eating a bowl of quinoa to settle my stomach, something inside me got very restless and I told my friends who were over that I didn’t feel right. I felt like I was waiting for something to happen…and it wasn’t good…I then realized there was a very specific reason I was still home, I just didn’t know what it was. I closed my eyes and began to pray quietly asking God to show me what was going on. After a few moments, silent tears began to fall because the intensity inside was so strong. I saw an image of my son who was at a basketball game with his friends… I called him to check on him and of course he said everything was fine…though I didn’t feel fine I told him to make sure he called me when he was on his way home.
I kept asking God what was up because this internal earthquake was not going away…And one word kept coming to me…repeating itself… “PROTECTION”… then “I am protecting your family”… Okay, but from what, God? Who exactly and what am I supposed to do? The more I asked I could sense this death angel was somehow involved in the scenario… I saw an image of my dad, I’m praying for my dad, my pastor in Russia…my son. All this is happening in silent whispers as I am sitting there at the table. My friend puts her hands out and tells her husband and I we have to pray, because while she was sitting there watching me, she was silently praying herself. (It’s an amazing blessing when God brings you a friend who is on the same frequency you are!)
She says she can only hear one thing but refused to say it unless one of us said it first… I told her of what I was being shown…She then says, take the kids and run. As we sat asking the Lord to show us exactly what He meant, the Lord tells me, “Go get Jordan NOW”. I’m almost in tears because the intensity was so strong that my son had to be with me, I was not to wait until his friend brought him home. As I am getting my keys and jacket, I hear “Take the girls.” I am stepping out completely in faith trying to figure out what the heck is going on because mind you, I am starting to feel a little bit crazy right now!
As the girls and I are on our way, He tells me “Go to your moms.” I am gonna be honest, I argued with Him here. I mean here it is nine at night…I’m still in my sweats from all day, no make-up and I had already told my mom I would be there in the morning. And now I am supposed to randomly show up at almost midnight!? (That’s the time I would get there) That’s just CRAZY!
I get my son and this wave of peace hits me for a moment… I considered just going home and not going to my moms but then the pit in my stomach comes back with a vengeance. So I obeyed, again in faith despite the fact that I felt absolutely crazy. I then hear from my friend that God had showed her a man coming to my door. Yup, crazy or not, we were out! We packed up and drove down, my son not thrilled that he was having to miss basketball practice in the morning.
This is going to sound crazy but I could sense there was a battle going on for my family but I wasn’t fighting it, it was the angels in the heavens..and while they were fighting I could sense there were 4 angels carrying my car as I drove, and we were completely protected. It was almost like we were in this spiritual witness protection program, being snuck out in the midst of the battle to a safe place. I didn’t get any rest in my spirit until we hit Stockton. It was then I knew the battle was won and we were safe.
Through the weekend I kept asking God what on earth that was all about. I knew at my mom’s that we were all supposed to be there together. Yet, there was no catastrophe, my house was still standing… what was all this about God??! I kept thinking about the man that was supposed to come. Did my ex husband put a hit out on me or something?! All these crazy thoughts kept running through my head as I pondered the events from Friday night. I kept telling God how stupid I felt and how I was never gonna listen to my friend again in those moments because maybe my crazy and her crazy just feed off one another! But it was all so undeniably REAL, Lord, I just don’t understand! I couldn’t shake the image of my son and his school, but wouldn’t get an answer more than that.
Monday comes and we drive up and I drop my son off at basketball practice. The only answer that I was getting was that all this somehow had to do with my son and that he was supposed to be at my mom’s with me and his sisters… I didn’t know anything more. Later that morning my friend and I are talking about it (she was having the same thoughts and battles I was) and she tells me that the Lord showed her that the events of this weekend were all about Jordan. The man she had seen was a police officer that would have been coming to the door with the news that my son was dead. As soon as she told me this, I realized, I knew it all along.
Later that day my son found out that on Saturday morning about the same time he would be riding his long board home from basketball practice, there was an accident involving a drunk driver on the same corner he had recently gotten stuck at with his long board. That was the trap the enemy had set up for him. I have NO doubt in my mind that God saved my son’s life this weekend. In all reality he saved my family. Had anything happened to my son, it would have destroyed me…it would have destroyed his younger sisters…It would have destroyed the work I do with our church youth because I am not so sure I could ever go back to that if my son were lost. When God told me He was protecting my family, He meant it to the utmost depth. The ripple effects of that would go further than I could ever imagine!
I share this story for a multitude of reasons…Of course number one to give God ALL THE GLORY AND PRAISE for saving my son and allowing me to still have him on this earth with me today. But also to share with you the power of listening to that earthquake (even a tiny one) in your spirit. Sometimes it comes in dreams. Some may call it “gut feeling”, others “intuition” but the truth is, it’s God himself is trying to talk to you through the Holy Spirit. I could go on and on about other times…when His still small voice prompted me to pray for my sister, who got in what should have been a fatal car accident one night but walked away…the still small voice that told me to go put my hair in a ponytail as I was headed out the door which saved my daughter and I from being caught smack in the middle of an armed bank robbery…as I continue to grow in my relationship with the Lord, it gets stronger.
Don’t ignore it ladies…this isn’t just for moms but for everyone! How often to we shrug it aside, doubting ourselves and thinking we are silly or just paranoid? Imagine if we were all on high alert and armed with prayer, the enemy wouldn’t stand a chance!
In my devotions yesterday morning God gave me a scripture, talking to me about the events of this life changing weekend, “First we heard, and now we have seen, that God will always keep His city safe. It is the city of the Lord All Powerful, the city of our God” Psalms 48:8 NCV
Oh yes, I have heard, I have believed…but now I have SEEN it… you can’t tell me I haven’t! My family, your families, are His city…Because when you seek Him, no matter where you are in your walk, you are His…He will honor and meet you right where you are at!
What will your response to Him be? He has His angels on alert to come to your rescue. I guarantee you that He is talking to you… the question is, are you listening?
Til next time,