As I sit here tonight, my whole  family is home…Alexis is glowing from her time in

New York
with her dad. 

Gary
is full of new adventures, new friends and great stories. 
  Sometimes everyone else’s life is so grand…compared to your mundane.  I had a dear friend email me today and ask me for the breakdown of a prophetic word that I had forwarded to her.
  She is skeptical, not of me as a person, or my insight, but of anyone claiming to hear from God.
  I appreciate her curiosity of the prophetic, and my respect ever deepens for her…I totally understand her question.
  She is curious, when some of us claim to hear directly from the Almighty…I know how she feels…

My family was radically changed in the 80’s… we had been comfortable in the traditional Baptist Church, my parents were saved there, and I was taught the ABC’s of the Bible on a felt- board, I, personally love the Baptist Church.
  My mother (a first generation Christian, and an orphan) craved more spiritually and more of the gifts.
  Her motives were pure, but we ended up in the superficial, charismatic, prosperity driven movement of the day…it ended up destroying our beautiful simple family life…all hell broke loose against us.
  To this day when I see a puffed up, hair-swooped to the side tele-evangelist… I pray for his soul…and stomach churning disbelief…turn the channel as fast as I can.

 No one hated the “prophetic” more than me…I had only been talked down to and manipulated by the prophetic.
  I credit my first husbands’ demise to manipulated prophetic.
   And so many years ago, when my new friend Gary Black told me one of his “prophet” buddies was in town, and he wanted me to join him that night for prayer, I said, “Call me when you are done with THAT, we can have tea.”

(Laura and me, when we were prophetic and didn't know it!, isn't she beautiful!)

Since then I have been introduced to the TRUE prophetic…and I myself flow in that gift, as does my older sister, Laura.
  My precious sister calls me, out of the blue, with bizarre encouragement that can only come through the voice of God Himself.
  If I had experienced nothing else of God in my life, I would believe in God’s care and love based on my sister alone.  I do not unload the details or pain of my life on my sister, she has enough to carry.
  But somehow, when I least expect it she will call me with the most in-depth and confirming word over my life and my thoughts.
  Laura is very child-like in her faith, and does not know HOW to manipulate…it is NOT her nature….and so I believe…

I believe in the WHISPER of God….and I choose to
only speak and write with the WHISPER of God.
   It is the whisper that get's me out of my warm bed, that makes me call someone, or speak something I am not smart enough or brave enough to speak on my own.  That same whisper stops me in the middle of cleaning a toilet and makes me send and email or pick up the phone.  It is the WHISPER that urges me to pray for waitresses in the middle of  a busy resturant or write a blog at 2:00 am.  It may not make sense to all, it may not bless all, but to the ONE God asks me to speak to, it changes everything,

Glamorous or not…I wait for the WHISPER….