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Road Trip out West

3-31-2021

I have gotten started and the excitement is unreal. I woke up this morning, got out of bed, and grounded my feet under me. The vibrations coming from my toes to my knees to my hips, then finally to my heart was awesome. I could feel one thing and one thing only; God telling me to move! It’s time I kept hearing. It’s time to get my items needed for the car, get organized, do laundry, pack, clean up, put together my snacks and food ideas for the road, write, and finally sleep before heading out.

The trip to Fleet Farm was short, easy, cheap and done before 10am CST. I brought everything back, got it out of the car, and took the food items to the kitchen. I left any other items in my hallway where I throw everything before I decide to “clean” it up. The joys of living in my own spot, the joys of not feeling the OCD kick it to be “clean”, and damn it feels good to just set stuff anywhere I want and not worry about it.

As, I’m in the kitchen I start to tear open the dried fruit I got; cranberries, raisins, small apple chunks. I peel apart the plastic bags for the mixed nuts; pecans, walnuts, etc…I don’t remember all the nuts in mixed nuts! I open the meat portions I choose to mix with all these goodies, and ladies and Gents, it is bacon jerky….YES! I am pouring everything into a big mixing bowl and I can start to smell the tartness of the dried fruit, the earthy smell of the nuts, mixed with salt and sweet, and then put a little bacon into it…It smell amazing. I separate out 1/2 cup into snack baggies and created 30 snack options that don’t have to be purchased on the road. I look around and see what else I could grab from my kitchen and I bag up the apples, the honey, the teas (tension tamer and immune support tazo teas). I have cereal and realize I can put those in baggies as well and have breakfast on the go for many days! YES! That was done, finished, completed! I stood there looking at the bountiful food, praying over it with words of Love and Support to my body as I travel, and Thanking God for what He has provided me on a small budget and with food that is tasty.

1 Corinthians 10:31

“So, whether you eat or drink, or whatever you do, do all to the glory of God.“

Blessing our food is healthy, good, natural, and allows us to eat “clean”. Thank you, God, for this opportunity to praise you in a different way; everyday! Creating the meal, creating the snack, the details of what we all have in our homes. This is a blessing!

My writings will now be located on my posts. Give me feedback and let me know if you can see the posts. I’m learning how to do this blogging thing with some flare and grace.

Project #2

Dreams – Visions

12:46am 4/1/2021

All I remember, now that I have sat up, awake, excited to get on the road, is this:

My house that I grew up in from age 9 to 21. My family usually refers to it as “the house on Galen”, which gives us all a reference point of what, when, who, and how we all remember that house. Each of my siblings and I remember different things. This is common, we were all different ages, in “our own world” as kids, then teenagers. I digress, my dream, the memory of being in the living room seeing into the kitchen, but before the kitchen was the dining room we always sat at for dinner. I remember one of my aunts sitting at the table and I see my mother across the room, into the kitchen, she’s cooking or cleaning.

Next thing I remember was they are both telling me a friend of my older brother had died. They are telling me my older brother was just distraught. In this part, I found this was interesting because the name they told me was an actual name(which I won’t speak for the sake of permission and it’s just a dream), a name which I knew in the dream my brother didn’t even like this person in real life while growing up. Actually it’s a name I know if I brought up to my brother, right now, he would literally tell me he loathed this person. In this dream I’m wondering what’s the big deal if he died and my aunt and my mom kept saying we have to honor this “friend” of my brother. Except here’s where the dream then takes a turn.

They are telling me I have to be the one to honor this friend. I have to be the one to take food to this place of mourning for my brother and his “friend”, except neither one actually asked me to do this they just kept hinting to me about doing it. I remember standing there, at the dining room table and saying, “If I don’t have a clear request, then I don’t know what my expectations are.” Then I proceeded to “help” with whatever this process was.

Then I woke up about 12:15am; I have been asleep since 7pm or a little earlier. Now “time” seems to no longer revolve around a man made clock again. It’s wild, how being with my mother for her procedure, I set up my own “schedule”, I followed the typical hours; business hours, then as soon as I came back home, rested, got ready to pack and leave again, and prayer time was more prevalent in my day….I no longer care “what time it is.” I noticed it, in this very early morning, and it doesn’t bother me one bit.

This change is easy for me now. When I was working at Kenworth I was working 1am to 9:30am. I loved this job, it was driving truck, and it was easy, I got paid, and I could pray my whole shift in the truck. I came to realize there was no “certain time”, there was no “clock” to my day. I’d clock out at 9:30am on a Tuesday, let’s say for an example, then my next shift would sometimes start on the same Tuesday and at 11:45pm if I needed to fill the truck with fuel and DEF. This was weird, from time to time, I would “forget” what day it even was until Friday and I knew I had the weekend off, which usually felt like a three day weekend. I enjoyed “no clock” in my system, in my spirit, and in my sleeping patterns. It was a feeling of freedom.

4-1-21 at 6am

I fell asleep again. It was a restless night. Sometimes when I sleep I feel as though I’ve run a marathon in my sleep. I say that happens for me for two reasons: 1) I ate right before I fell asleep and 2) The spirit world is showing me something I have to remember.

Right now it’s the spirit world being restless. I dreamt of my mother again except this time she was in Door County. We had a home up there until 2010, the in the last three or four years my mom bought a place of her own up there. She loves Door County. She has friends up there and loves being with them. Well, in this dream I remember seeing a home, but not recognizing it. She was throwing a party, I remember seeing a chimney that had stone on it, but what I also remember seeing is the chimney was “leaking”, there was water on the ground next to the chimney and it was soaking the rug that was in front of it. I remember seeing a lot of people, I remember seeing a lot of beds, and I remember ants as well. Like as if someone “discovered” there were ants in the walls.

I gotta be honest, my dreams have always done this. They’ve taken turns in my mind, once awake, I can’t really understand. I do remember one other part, this is a reoccurring dream for me, I see a woman I know, I can’t remember “who she is” to me, she is hurt and I see my hands reach to her, put on her wrists, and she hisses back at me. I start to pray over her, then I jump awake. I don’t know what that is either, but that one happens a lot in my dreams.

Thank God they are just dreams is what a lot of people tell me. What some don’t realize is days, months, years down the road that dream is right in front of me.

04-10-21

I have dreamt a lot since here and usually I can remember them, but I say the “plunges” are healing me. My prayers and direct line to God is stronger here. It’s as if I can hear him clearly.

I didn’t post many of my dreams, but I will post one now. I am going to do this as a blog post and keep this dream separate. It is the dream I needed to remember, to listen to while here, and follow my dream as to how to function here at Stroppel Hotel. This dream saved my butt this past week. Check it out on the post!

Project #3

Prayer Group with The Gate – Located in Twin Cities, MN

04-01-2021

Prayer group is done over Zoom and has been done like this since the March 11th shutdown of 2020. I joined my brother on the meeting one day and I have been on it since. The Gate is praying, always, for the Twin Cities. There was such upheaval, destruction, and devastation to their city. Today, I am listening to group, and one of the members is downtown for an appointment. She speaks to the boarded up shops, stores, cafe’s, and homes that are up for sale in mass. Her heart was breaking and bleeding for her home town. She started to declare the “land” as hers and God’s. That there will be a breaking moment where some will realize the battle isn’t between humans; it’s between God and Satan. Period! This has nothing to do with “religion” or theology. It has to do with evil looks good now and good looks evil. We always pray for the turning of this tide.

Ephesians 6:11 and 12

11 “Put on the whole armor of God, that we may be able to stand against the wiles of Satan. 12 For we do not wrestle against the flesh and blood (humans), but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this age, against spiritual hosts, of wickedness in the heavenly places.”

For we shall not wrestle with our human brothers and sisters, however the spirit within is what we wrestle with.

My God is forgiving, gives grace, patience, love, and accountability. That is why when I say, “I am a woman of God; I want to forgive as He does, give grace as He does, be patient as He is, Love as He would love others, and to be held accountable for my wrongdoings. Just because I say I’m a woman of God does NOT make me perfect. I am humbled everyday by the lessons I learn from Him, my prayer group, and my brother who guides me and questions me and my path.