Howdee, Howdee! And a great gettin' up mornin' to you, this best day of your life! Well, we sort of finished up our series on Miracles for the time being, but this one is too good to wait. As I shared in our last Coffee Break, Della and I went to Red Deer, Alberta for a week to be in a prophetic conference hosted by Frontline Worship Center (from Sylvan Lake, Alberta).
Greetings, Salutations, and Blessings upon you! I'm actually writing this Coffee Break ahead of time since Della and I will be on the road again, and in Canada for a prophetic conference when this is due to go out. We will make every effort to get this posted while we're there, but if the schedule proves too hectic, it may not get posted until we return.
And a Gooooooooooooddddd Morrrrrrrnnnnniiinnnnggg to you! With all of the time out for the discussions on miracles (and they're still happening!) and angelology, and a few other things thrown in besides, it has been a couple of months or more since we left this discussion.
Good Morning! So much for the best laid plans of mice and men. I hadn't planned on doing any more of this series on Miracles for several weeks, but recent events were so unusual I just couldn't wait.
Serena Mirelez is one of my youngest granddaughters. You'll remember her story from past Coffee Breaks as the one who was stricken with Transverse Myelitis at 2 1/2 years of age and mostly paralyzed from the neck down.
Has it ever occurred to you just how soon Jesus is returning for His people? It is literally on top of us, folks! That is what makes our behavior, our attitudes, our sensitivity to hear His voice and to respond of such a critical nature.
Ever seen an angel? Ever had visitations from angels? Do you understand the realm of angels or the purpose they serve for God's people? That's where we're going today. I want to deal with the real, the fake, and the allegations of demonic activity coming in the form of angels.
Things -- miracles -- have been happening on such a constant basis, I figured I'd better share some of them before they get old. We'll do the piece on Angelology next time.
Wow! With all of the events of the past two weeks, I haven't been able to sit down long enough to write. We've been moving our daughter, Rebekah, from Pasco, and helping our daughter-in-law, Chelsi -- along with three of her children -- make preparations for travel to south Texas and Mexico on a missions venture.
I am Curt Atkinson and I live in Florida. I am 70 years old and live alone. I had everything wrong with me. Between my back, my legs, and hips I just couldn't get up and go nor sit up too long, but I tried as best as I could. I was in terrible physical shape and a little mental I hate to admit, and I needed prayer so bad. I've had two heart attacks and two strokes and diabetes and rheumatoid arthritis. 911 have picked me up four times since April of '98. It seemed like I was just going back and forth to the hospital.