Trinity Acres Farm.... "refuge of hope ".
Refuge.... a place of protection; Hope...... Confident expectation.
Do not be ashamed of your testimony to our Lord, but bear your share of hardship for the gospel with the strength that comes from God.(2 Tm 1:8)
Evangelization is not an easy task. Expect to experience rejection and discouragement but also joy in proclaiming the triumph of Christ dead and risen, and in building up the Church in His name.(Magnificat)
My reason for beginning this link is twofold. First, with this being the "Year of Faith" I feel as Christians we are asked to share our belief in God and how that belief has affected our lives. And secondly to express deep feelings in my heart that we may be entering very difficult times and it would be wise to prepare spiritually and physically and probably emotionally as well. It is so much fun writing about the move and preparations here at the farm but now I feel compelled to share the real reason we are here in Ethel, preparing Trinity Acres. Not that i am not filled with joy and peace and anticipation but I sit here wondering if everyone else feels or knows what's going on. I can't listen to the news because all i hear are lies and deception. The joy and peace comes from the fact that i know I'm preparing for what's ahead. My pain is wondering if all of you are doing the same. I want us to be able to share as we make preparations. I also know that so many people do not even realize or don't want to know what's happening to our country. Certainly the government and the people in the news do not want us to know the truth. As Pilot asked Jesus, "what is truth"? Did he really want to know? And we know that Jesus tells us that "I am the way, the truth, and the light". All those who follow me will have eternal life". On TV there is just talk, talk, talk yet no one asks the right questions or gives truthful answers so we are left to pray and share. I believe the purpose is to catch us off guard. There are people that I've come to know, perhaps not personally, but i read what they have to say because I share the same beliefs. Not everyone can or needs to go out and buy a farm out in the country, but there are definite things we can all do to get ready. I am confident, that relying on God's almighty power and mercy, He will be near to us as we approach a very turbulent time and yet in the end a time of great joy. Richard and I are eagerly preparing a small community for Christians who will be ready and willing to serve others during the end times.
Yes, end times, not the end of the world as is proclaimed by the secular society. These times have been spoken of through the Church Fathers, Saints, Popes, and Visionaries from the past and now in more recent times Fatima, St. Faustina, Sr. Agnes of Japan, Garanbadal, Medjugorje to name a few. These in particular are all Catholic but many protestants have had and are having similar experiences of knowledge as well. Today more and more everyday people in prayer are receiving "words" in preparation. We must believe that God loves each of us so very much, even those who don't love Him. As the world moves farther and farther "off the cliff", He must call us back. His absolute love could do nothing less. The noise of the outside world has grown so loud that few hear His voice or even care to. Those who are willing or who's attention He's captured are responding to His call and there are many and we must stand together. I believe that 46 years ago when He took me from my "comfort zone" in Thibodaux, He began to tease, prod, play, challenge and call me into His most loving heart. It started with the death of my mother when I was 20. He took me so low only to build me up and each time He left me with an insight into His heart. Every move (Thibodaux, Houma, Shreveport, Texas, Gretna, Lafayette, Denham Springs, then back to Thibodaux) brought new challenges and every challenge greater insight. It was all His doing, even the grace to respond was His gift. I should say right now that it wasn't always pretty. Many times i kicked and screamed and said "no". There were times when Richard would wake in the middle of the night and ask who i was talking to in and i'd respond, "Jesus".
He'd just turn over and go back to sleep. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary. God asks so much of me and i never feel able to accomplish anything, yet He always gives me the courage and strength through friends and family. I tell you these things only to let you know how much i believe what I'm hoping to share in these writings. I didn't just wake up one morning and think oh I'll believe all this "end times" stuff. I feel certain that many of you have the same feelings but may be lost as what to do and yet there are so many more who know nothing or worse yet refuse to believe. I am not here to judge but rather feel called to listen more closely to what is being asked of me and to share. Certainly most of you must know that our country is headed for a fall, perhaps total collapse. Are you prepared? What will you do?
As I indicated before, in 1987 I was taken full circle. I must mention here that the move was very difficult, not only in the fact that my dad died 3 weeks before we moved back but that we had left a life we all thought was perfect. We had a beautiful house, children were happy in school and had friends, Richard had a great job and money was excellent,and i was happy and active with community and church activities with many good friends. Then what seemed like out of nowhere, like Job in the Bible, it was all stripped away. It was all gone like a flash in the night. Something similar had happened in Texas. I knew we had handled it before and i began to realize that when God takes away, He often replaces with greater gifts, gifts of His choosing. I was so sad after my Dad died. I cried a lot. I didn't question God as much as when my mother died. I was older and He had sent such consolations and understanding after her death. I must remember our time is not God's time. I was lead to weekly Adoration for comfort during this time of grieving for my father and it would become my strength and joy for 20 years. My Thursday mornings belonged to Him and He absolutely made it worth my time. I want you to know that i know so many people receive words and experiences in their life time. God seeks out everyone at their time of "visitation". It's up to us to respond and we can only respond in prayer. I want to stop and thank God and all of you who have shared part of my life no matter how short a time. I know with all my heart that you were hand picked by God to enter my life at the proper time and i love you all so very much. I experience such happiness during the 2nd joyful mystery of the rosary, the Visitation. That's where i always thank God for you.
I don't believe in coincidences. Too often God has revealed the truth and so i know that He has me in His mind at all times and checks on me from time to time. Here is an example of how God plays with me. The sorrowful mysteries and the Way of the Cross are both dear to me in that i feel so close to Jesus at these times of prayer. During one Holy Hour i asked Jesus, while meditating on the Passion, that He give on my body the marks He received from my sins and that of my family during the scourging. I know, who did i think i was? I just felt compelled. That night i woke up with my skin itchy and burning. I jumped out of bed and found my body covered with red whelps. I ran to the medicine cabinet and grabbed Benedryl, swallowed 2 and tried to go back to sleep. The next morning i woke up and the whelps were still there. I called Dr. Doug and asked for a shot. I had forgotten all about my prayer request. Dr. Doug asked if i had eaten anything different or worked in the flower beds. I started to smile. How could i tell him that possibly it came from Jesus and that i had actually asked for it.
Another time the sorrowful mysteries and the Passion and again I asked, this time for a new heart, one with more love and acceptance of others..... a compassionate heart like His. A few days later i was having a normal day when my heart began to beat really fast. It had happened before and Dr. Doug had given me Verapamil and usually that took care of the episode. That day it wouldn't stop. It was at about 225 beats a minute and had been 6 hours and i had taken a handful of Verapamil with no slowing down. My whole body ached. I finally asked Richard to take me to the emergency room. They couldn't get it to go down so they told us of a shot they could give that would stop my heart and then start it up again. We said OK. I watched Richard's surprised face as my heart flat lined and then started up again. It felt like someone had pushed me off the Empire State building and as i gasp for a breath of air all was normal. They kept me over night for test but 2 Cardiologist found my heart fine. Never had an episode after that.
OK I began to really pay attention!!!! I do believe He was setting me up for future events!
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