All Things for Your Good

Just like when our physical eyes are hindered by the elements and we can’t see what’s ahead of us or even around us, it’s not always easy to see spiritually where we’re going. Perhaps the most difficult seasons to grasp hold of are in the redirections and detours. When you’ve built your life upon dreams and visions of where you want to go and you work hard to achieve those goals only to have the rug swept out from underneath your feet in the blink of an eye. What then?

This type of shake-up doesn’t only leave a person sifting through the ashes of what was but it can leave the mind in a type of fog that’s difficult to make sense of. Why would God allow my life to fall apart? Why would God remove my dreams and all the things I thought I wanted to be in this world? What good could possibly come from such a mess?

In the book of Romans 8, there is a type of love letter that can bring eyes to tears with words that the mind can’t quite comprehend, but the heart hears. It’s a promise that’s not just personal but collective. In this letter we see that all things are connected according to this plan and that even nature and the earth and the sun and the stars and the moon are awaiting a very special moment; when the Children of God are reaveled.

Paul speaks of what it means to be called and a process in this that goes much deeper than the surface of reading over a few lines. He mentions the “predestined” ones. Then he says those ones will be called. After they are called they must be justified and only after they are justified they will be glorified. Think about what that might look like for Heaven to strike down a person’s life and an appointed time and make a CALL upon that person’s life and soul mission. Would it be a subtle event – like the whisper of the wind? Possibly. However that wasn’t the case in Paul’s life. This man was struck down by God while en route to Damascus and made blind in that moment. He couldn’t see to even get himself onward to the town where he was traveling to. And aside from the physical change to his body he had an internal shift that was so profound he no longer could carry out a single plan or utter a word that was in alignment with his entire upbringing, life and mission that had led him to that day. His entire reality was shifted upside down in one single moment. And then… he was blind.

Though Paul’s life is recollected through Biblical texts as a story of tough trials as he was locked in prison, beaten, nearly killed multiple times and even shipwrecked (3 times), his legacy is carried over in the greatest story ever told as one of the top contributors in the New Testament here today – thousands of years after he lived and passed away. But what’s astounding about it all is that he had no choice. It was God who chose to call him.

Today, we live in a world where we feel so entitled to choice. From our earliest beginnings we start plotting and planning our lives and believe we can equip ourselves with the knowledge and throw in some hard work to be whatever we want to be. We build dreams and chase after them with all our might and it’s respectable and highly looked upon by society. But what do we say about it when one of these is struck down? Life rearranged. Changed. They suddenly see things differently, have no motivation to the things that once captivated their minds and then they show up in our communities unable to walk forward – blinded. Are these confused souls who have lost their way? Or…. are they the predestined that are being called?

Justified. It’s a powerful word because in the context it speaks of transformation to freedom. Oddly, this is spoken by a guy who was struck down, predestined, called and then thrown into prison. That doesn’t sound like freedom. But with every setback, beating, shipwreck and trial (even a deadly snakebite), Paul received and demonstrated a new spiritual power in the eyes of men. He was being transformed into something beyond human reasoning. The history says Paul became so full of God’s light that when he walked down the street his shadow healed people. He was also known as a man who feared absolutely nothing. Imagine that kind of freedom – to walk this planet possessed by a type of Heavenly power that made physical matter of little importance.

It would seem all things worked for the good of Paul.

I would imagine that Paul had no idea what was before him on the road to Damascus as he walked unable to see what lied before him. I would imagine he was frightened, confused and grieving the life he knew he’d never return to after that event. But perhaps his story can be hope for us still today as we walk through seasons of great trials and feeling confused and unable to see and perceive the world around us in clarity. Perhaps the loss of sight to our carnal minds and physical eyes is creating in us spiritual eyes where God teaches us to see with our hearts as we navigate and to hear his voice and instruction there also.

28And we know that God works all things together for the good of those who love Him, who are called according to His purpose. 29For those God foreknew, He also predestined to be conformed to the image of His Son, so that He would be the firstborn among many brothers. 30And those He predestined, He also called; those He called, He also justified; those He justified, He also glorified. – Romans 8:5

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Thank you!

A woman in Hollywood hired me to do some work for her (creative and web design) and offered me an opportunity to help her sell her camera equipment. She doesn’t realize that the unexpected money she sent to me is exactly the amount that pays for the printing of prayer request notes & a large batch of prayer candles to pass out. I’m excited to one day share with her what God does with this mission.

When you support our wish to pass out as many prayer candles as possible, you do more than buy wax and wicks – you’re opening a heart to prayer and igniting a flame in others. We believe every light that opens communication with another is as a candle stick used to light up every single wick that’s waiting for their own internal flame to be ignited.

We pray because we know God is a God of miracles, the same yesterday, today and tomorrow. We pray because “where two or more are gathered he is in our midst” – the power of two hearts joined together in prayer is powerful. We pray because we’re called to pray for our loved ones, our neighbors, strangers and even our enemies too. We pray because we know that God never fails to answer when his children reach for his help – and in that invitation we send out to the Heavens we know that lives change, hearts change and we are walking in faith as the light of the world – spreading our light to as many as will receive the gift of Christ.

Thank you for donating to fund our prayer candles. We distribute them throughout the planet and we couldn’t do it without you.

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Prayers for “S”

It’s not easy to find the courage to share FAITH. But the power of sharing our stories is speaking TRUTH that created the seed of faith. If you’ve lived through something unthinkable and received God’s unexplainable strength, provisions, healing and guidance in a true life story, there is no need to speak of faith. Faith is the SUBSTANCE of what you had hoped for and the very evidence that created the seed of faith you carry with you today.

I can’t help but share stories. It’s how we connect with others. And it just so happens that my favorite true-life stories are all tied to miracles – the events that defy logic and reasoning of the human mind. But they’re true stories. And that leads me into sharing my faith whether I intended to do so or not in the beginning.

Today I shared stories and prayed over a woman who is in a season of great transition. And I walked away not knowing what will come of this exchange but believing that God had a reason for us to meet and a seed that he wanted to plant in both of our hearts. So as I pick up the pen (or laptop) and say “yes” to sharing the true story of here and now, I lift my hands to the heavens and whisper, “Thy will be done.”

In my own hopes, I want to walk in the purpose God has placed in my heart, to see that the sacrifices I’ve made in moving thousands of miles away from my family and kids is for a good reason and I want to share the true stories that have inspired me in the past and enter my journey today. God never is finished with us and I know all things work for the good of those who love him and are called according to his purpose. I also hope to have provisions made that give me the means to do this – to carry out the good news as it unfolds. Specifically, I’m praying and asking God to send the funds needed to support this show; HIS show. (Edit: I got a check exactly 2 days later to start making my first batch of the prayer candles for distribution).

I don’t need an audience to pray, but I do want to document the asking on this day. God willing, I will soon be sharing his stories with many hearts who need hope and truth, as many shared their stories with me when I needed the same.

I start this by sending prayers tonight to Heaven asking for a miracle for my new friend “S”. I ask for her to receive a miracle so that she might believe and to open her heart to Jesus and the overflowing love of the one who saved her out of captivity and desires to bring her closer. I ask that all spirits not of the Lord be destroyed and casted down – revealed and made small as the One true savior is placed in his rightful place on the throne of her heart. I pray for love, truth and the way home to be made clear.

In Jesus’ Name,

Amen

PS: My daughter and I prayed this morning for “S” and then me and my friend Roger from Texas prayed together for “S”. Both of them tonight sent me pictures from Florida and Texas (both at 8:17) of the moon over the ocean. Yes, Jesus is working miracles for that woman in the sand.

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By His Authority

I can’t gather my thoughts on all of the miracles I’ve seen over the last 72 hours. It started in Denver as it felt like our crew was caught in a show of Punked. But there was no Ashton Kusher – just problem after problem, starting with no van pick-up as we waited on the curb in freezing weather for over an hour. Then we caught an Uber to a hotel downtown in a very rich neighborhood. It seemed magical for a moment as we drove through streets filled with mansions that led to a magical community covered in rows of trees and Christmas lights everywhere. I thought for sure God was about to show me something beautiful in this place. And indeed he did.

“Why are you here? We don’t do flight crews. Do you know how many hundreds of hotels you passed between the airport and here?” The front desk clerk was less than excited to see us, to say the least. He complained that he had no reservations for us and then spent the next hour screaming at various people on the phones as the frequency of the “F word” increased with each passing moment. He screamed. He threw pens, papers and the phone in his anger and madness. He spoke loudly to himself as if he were possessed by something. And there it hit me. He was.

12 For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.” – Ephesians 6:12

That’s when I closed my eyes while sitting in the midst of a flight crew on the brink of tears and I prayed with my heart for God to send his peace into that room, provide a solution and end this madness by the Authority of Jesus.

Immediately the energy shifted.

“Ok, you have rooms, write your names on this notepad on this paper and pick up your keys,” the clerk announced as if he’d been replaced by another worker. As I picked up my key from the desk I looked at him with curiosity. He looked down at his hands and wouldn’t raise his eyes to meet mine but he mumbled, “I’m really sorry. I’m so stupid. I’m really sorry.”

“You’re not stupid, it’s OK,” I told him.

The next day was smooth but when we landed after 2 am, I struggled to drive home with heavy eyes over the lack of sleep and intensity still lingering from the drama the night before. Then I got an alert on my cell phone that i was assigned another trip later that day. I fought tears. I was so tired. “God please take this trip away from me,” I prayed as I thumbed through the options on my phone to post the rotation to the swap board (an app where others can pick up our work). I knew no one would want it. It was worth no money and didn’t get back until midnight.

When I got home I set my alarm and passed out. Then I woke around 10:30 a.m. to find an instagram message from an old friend. “I have to share with you what God showed me this morning! He gave me an interpretation to your dream! It has to do with the prophet Daniel! I’ll explain after church,” B said. I closed the message and pulled up my work app. No one picked up my trip. A wave of gloom came over me.

A few minutes later I received another instagram alert. B sent a dozen messages explaining all that God had told him and how it was confirmed that morning in his pastor’s church message. Then I responded with a confession of deep hurt that I still carry about churches. I told B the way the church treated my daughter after her dad’s accident and I told him about the church my Granny attended that I’d donated my entire life’s belongings to – they later spread rumors amongst the small town and back to my uncle that I was healing people by the spirit of witchcraft. “Her candles are witchcraft. She’s evil,” my uncle conveyed to me in a text message on Christmas day. Even as I type this today, (years later), I hear the Holy Spirit saying to me, “They accused Jesus of the same thing.” – Healing by the spirit of beelzebub.

Then with tears in my eyes, I typed to B – “The thing that’s hard to swallow is that when I gift people prayer candles and when I pray for others I always see miracles. But when I pray for myself it seems God doesn’t answer me.” In just that moment I received an alert notification on my phone. It was my company’s automated system telling me that my trip had been cancelled. There was no reroute or other instruction. It was just gone. Flight cancelled. Really?

God seems to have a sense of humor in his timing. And speaking of timing, he always seems to wait until the 11th hour to answer me. Perhaps that’s part of teaching me to trust him and walk in faith believing that what I need he will give me (at the very last moment).

I shared one of the sites I’d been working on (this one) and then I shared the domain that I bought back in 2017 as a link to this site. I don’t want to turn anyone away from the mission on my heart to pray for people and share the stories of miracles I’ve experienced through prayer and sometimes I feel so confused in sharing the name “Jesus” because I wouldn’t have listened. I didn’t find Jesus in a church, in fact I remember being terrorized by the hurt I carried as a child brought up in a religious family where nothing I did seemed enough. Yet when I was breathing my last breath as a teenager in death, I prayed in the name of Jesus. And then decades later when a loved one was breathing his last breath I prayed to God in the Jesus. He seems to show me who is responsible only after the fact. And maybe that’s his way he had to handle me because I was so wounded and skeptical.

So if he calls me to the wounded and skeptical, is it OK to share the truth? I feel like it’s not really an option. Since I don’t have any clothes here in California (that’s a long story)… I decided to design some work out gear and items to wear on lay-overs. And I decided to share my designs on the website I bought nearly 9 years ago – SquadJesus.com.

So I end this little story with a prayer for God to bless this desire in my heart to love others, pray for others, share the good news of the miracles I’ve seen in prayer and to give me the strength to wear his name proudly. For the one who woke me is the author and finisher of my faith and my story. Jesus – HE IS the AUTHORITY

And if anyone wants to pray for me, I just ask you to pray for me to have strength. Only God knows what I’m carrying in my own personal life. I’m doing my best to wait for the miracle.

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Gratitude to Glory

Anyone who works in the service industries will tell you that these times are difficult. In a world where media has taken root deeply infiltrating the minds, thoughts and beliefs of the generations here and now, there seems to be a dark cloud lingering over many. People need hope. People need to hear that everything will be ok. People need a break from hate fueled media selling fear and division to simply be humans that bleed blood and enjoy the company of interacting with others.

The servants take the brunt of the emotions unresolved within human hearts – hurting and in confusion. And perhaps that’s just the calling we’ve subconsciously said “yes” to. But one little moment of gratitude – one little hand written note that says “Thank you for what you’re doing,” means everything in the mix of it all.

Gratitude can be the gift of glory & this beautiful woman we witnessed gifting starbucks cards to workers today with little “thank you” notes won a spot in our flame tonight. We lift her up in prayer and ask the Angels to speak her name to the throne of God with blessings poured out upon her life.

When you burn this flame in the dark of night

Allow your eyes to embrace the beauty of light

Then look up in the mirror at a more spectacular sight

As your beautiful soul is shining so bright

Dear Heavenly Father,

Bless her abundantly with good gifts that rain down from the Kingdom of Heaven by authority of Jesus. So be it.

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The Prayer Candles

In 2022, my mother was diagnosed with a rare disease and given only 3 months to live. After receiving the call from my stepdad I immediately left Southern California and moved to Houston. There I felt helpless and wasn’t sure of what purpose I could truly serve. My mother and I love eachother very much but we’ve always had a hard time being close. We’re just such opposites in essentially every way possible. I frustrate her and she hurts my feelings – likely without even knowing she’s doing it.

I bought a large wax pot and started making candles with my dog Drako. We took them out into public on long walks, in shopping centers and throughout our daily journey in coffee shops and random places where we met beautiful people. Each tea light candle was made of pure beeswax with different colors and scents, then placed in a little drawstring gift bag with a note asking others to pray for my mom.

Sometimes prayer can be as simple as a single heart-string moment when you open up to hear the circumstances of another and let it in to your thoughts. Then that thought creates a feeling that creates another thought. The good ones are full of empathy and well wishes. Other times prayer can be a moment of silence when we think or speak outloud a wish for someone’s wellness and recovery of whatever situation they are facing. And then prayer can also be a joint effort of bodies, minds, hearts and intentions all focused on the same thing together, in the joining of hands and focus as words are spoken out loud for the good will of God to bless a person with healing, restoration or an answer to their problem.

I’ve seen prayer result in immediate miracles, in an overwhelming sense of peace about a thing or even in a vision or dream. For me personally, I often receive a song playing in my mind and I believe the angels send music with lyrics that speak what I needed to hear.

My mother is still alive today, more than 3 years after I received that call. I am grateful that God answers the heart cries of his children and I’m also convinced there is great power in numbers when we pray together. The scripture says, “Where 2 or more are gathered, GOD is in the midst of thee.” For this reason it’s important for us to be cautious of what we wish or speak upon another and likewise for us to gather together in a chord of hope and act out our faith in prayer by supporting one another in love. We are called to not only pray for our loved ones but for strangers and even for those who have hurt us. In doing so we not only fulfill the will of God but we attract blessing into our lives.

I made a new batch of prayer candles today with a hidden message that only God truly knows about. I pass these out to strangers and know that in doing so not only will my heart’s desires be spoken – even if only in a language the angels can understand. But also, in offering my heart for the good will of God in the lives of others; in you. We all have our troubles and our triumphs and much to offer in the name of Love.

If you received or found one of these prayer candles, I hope you will remember the story of my mother when you light your flame of faith. They aren’t just ordinary candles. They were made from the same hands and with the same intentions as before and the prayers that went up into the Heavens were not only heard but answered powerfully. And they will do the same for you.

Pray for the Script in the Sky and use my Prayer Wall link to record my personal email and send me your prayer requests. I look forward to knowing you – for in God we are all family and all knitted together in love.

Love, J

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Seeds and Sprouts

No one likes saying goodbye to a loved one. A few days ago I watched my Grandfather who took part in raising me as a little girl get buried and lowered into the ground over a Facetime feed from my daughter’s phone. I was walking through the Seattle airport, (which has great significance to me) with a face full of tears as the preacher prayed for the family to be given peace and love in this time of loss.

I know he’s not in that body. I know his soul (consciousness) has graduated from this plane and moved onto a greater assignment in a place we call the Heavens. I also know he’s still with us too as a guardian angel and a seed of love not only in our hearts but in our journeys as we continue on and pursue the race set before us in the time we are given here.

When my Granny passed in 2017 she left me with a seed of who she was. I received a beautiful dream that night and began having prophetic visions and a closeness to God and to my ancestors before me as the angels looking over me now. Magical things began happening in my life; even as I was enduring a time of great trial and tragedy in my physical world.

I’ve learned that when God takes something from us there is also soon thereafter a replacement given. And as the last man to have ever played a role of Father in my life, even if it was in a short season of my earliest beginnings, has now left this earth, I look for the sprout. I know something is coming – new love and new connection. I know I will recognize it when it arrives and it will bring new life and joy into a new season, inspiring me in a way I’ve never before known.

I pray on this night that whoever is reading this, for you too in your losses and changes of seasons to take heart and know that love is an eternal flame that never leaves us completely and always finds us anew. Love is a spirit as God is a spirit and Love never fails to begin again.

My Papa prayed for me constantly – fasting and placing my name before the throne of God. He was a quiet man and we didn’t speak often but when we did there was great depth and wisdom conveyed in his words. He bragged about my accomplishments in business and he always said the same phrase, “Girl with your tools, there’s nothing you can’t do.” But the thing he was most proud of was the book I wrote in 2017. He bought more copies than anyone and sent them out to everyone he knew. My Papa never had a negative word to say about anyone. He was humble and kind. He had a sarcastic sense of humor and a sharp tongue at times but he was a good, good man.

Tonight I post the seed of his body into the ground by the likes of my own creation I made in honor of him. It’s branches i collected from the shores of Malibu where the fires destroyed much. There in the ruins, I remembered the phrase, “He paints beauty with our ashes.” It was a slogan I held tightly in the writing of my book and I believe it’s a marker in my path now of what God is about to reveal in many things. I didn’t plan it this way but the lamp i made ended up resembling a flame – with the longest branch holding up what looks like a finger pointed towards the Heavens. That’s where the Father of Lights sends down his good gifts with no shifting of shadows or sorrow within.

May the flame of love burn brighter than ever in this new season as I pray. “Thy Kingdom come and thy will be done in earth as it is in Heaven.” In Jesus’ name – Amen….

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