Well, we finally made it to our ministry home-compound in Georgia. It was a grueling 2-day by car in 90 degree heat and humidity. Mark bore the taxing burden of pulling our fully loaded trailer. The two days before our final move were stressful as we had had to ask our landlord for a few more days to load the trailer and clean the house thoroughly in preparation for him to put the house on the market. He was gracious about extending our time, but that didn’t alleviate my great anxiety because there was still so much more packing and cleaning to do.

The success and speediness of our moving day also depended on Mark’s best friend, (who would be driving his HHR. behind us . He would spend the night with us and the following morning Mark would drive him to the Atlanta airport. The day before our leave, Claude called Mark to check on our progress and exploded in anger, asking what was our problem that we needed another day., Mark and him seemed to blame me for the delay and they had no idea how drained and near breakdown I was in. We decided to leave on Wednesday. I knew I would not be able to make it unless I had supernatural help, so I called my prayer warriors asking them to pray for strength, peace and some decent restorative sleep.. My body was screaming for rest and sleep, as I was getting into bed well after 2:30 for several nights in a row and having to wake up early to get the house in prime condition for the landlord and realtor’s visit. Two of our cats sensed something amiss as they watched Mark and me go outside gain and again with boxes and bins. My Pee-Wee watched intently as I took the last box downstairs from my upper loft. My eyes teared as I took a few pictures of the now-empty room, ( leaving behind my beautiful rug) I had spent so much time in worshiping and composing my blogs.

Finally, Wednesday morning came., by the time I had my coffee and prayed for the Lord’s strength, I scurried about, collecting the last few items to our trailer. Mark was happy to see that the house was in great shape and that I did a good job with the cleaning and vacuuming.. Claude arrived on time and we loaded the three cats with their sleeping hootch’s. I took one last picture of our rental home as we started to turn the corner for the New Jersey Turnpike.

Mark took a different interstate route, from the usual Interstate 75, which would avoid us having to endure horrendous bumper-to-bumpier traffic jams near the DC and Baltimore areas. We were exhausted by 9 pm and Claude and him stopped at a North Carolina exit with lodging and eating establishments. A threatening storm with torrential rain suddenly forced us to call it a night and settle for an expensive $145 a night hotel.. Seeing Claude get angry, I quickly asked Jesus to give us peace.

We awoke the next morning in much better and we continued our route through North Carolina. After four more hours of driving, we finally saw the sign for Georgia Welcome Center. I breathed a sigh of joyful relief as Mark rounded the entrance. I heard a terrible metal-grinding sound as he drove over a speed bump. I yelled, “What is going on?”

Mark and Claude stopped the vehicles and dashed out to see what damaged had occurred. Mark’, Claude and I gazed in horror to see the trailer hitch broken off from the trucks underbelly!.

I knew immediately that this was a serious situation only God could fix and I grabbed Mark’s call phone to call a special prayer warrior brother Albert. Thankfully, he was available and we declared victory over the disaster. It was about 95 degrees and humid and I began to feel faint. My lungs started to get inflamed from the humidity. Albert urged me to take out my guitar and worship and that is what I did for the next several hours. All three cats became very uncomfortable in the heat and and I had to wet them down and give them water.

Claude and Mark took the HHR to see if they could find an auto supply store. I stayed with the cats in the hot truck praying for a miracle. They came back an hour later unable to find a U=-Haul dealer nor an auto parts store to find repair tools for the broken hitch. I continued to pray for a miracle.

As I watched Mark and Claude laying underneath the truck, struggling to work with metal rope and tools, I kept thanking Father for His supernatural guidance and ingenuity. I knew that He was faithful to download formation that would enable them to secure the hitch, so we could get home. As they worked, I walked to the shade of nearby trees with my guitar and continued to ask my heavenly father for supernatural assistance and patience for the two men. Amazingly, Mark and Claude had the hitch reconnected at around 6 pm and we headed off to our property four hours away.

I must admit, the next four hours were a little stressful as Mark drove somewhat faster than what I thought was safe. I continued to thank Father for each mile we safely traveled. At any moment, the hitch could gave way and we would all be stuck on a dark, rarely raveled road to no where!. Claude was stressed when Mark stopped at a crossroad, asking how far are we?

Thankfully, we crawled onto our dirt road around 10:30 pm, safe and sound. Father was truly a miracle worker holding together the make-shift trailer hitch support. Right after we arrived at the house, Claude announced he was so exhausted, he was going right to sleep.

Mark brought some bags of food into the house and I proceeded to bring the cats in, one by one. I took our new kitten Teenie in first. The back hatch was still open and Mark’s favorite cat, Tiny bolted out into the darkness., It was a half an hour of chasing him around the house. I prayed again and said “Father, I know you just gave us a huige miracle, but is there room for one more tonight?” Mark and I were just too exhausted to deal with chasing him and dragging him back into the house. He ended up rushing into the house at the opened back door. We fed the cats and went to sleep.

A few days later, surveying the contents of Mark’s massive garage, the shed and the house, looking like a scene from the Hoarding TV show, I asked Father for contentment. The weeks and months before our move, I cried myself to sleep many nights. I wondered how I’d be able to adjust living the rest of my life in a remote, rural fungus-infested forest property. I was so used to seeing the neighbors and enjoying the security and safety of my backyard.! Here in rural Georgia, rattlesnakes and isolation would be my fearful companions. I could find very things to be excited about.

A few days later, on a warm, sunny and billowy-white-clouded day, I opened my front door to a beautiful sight! A Monarch butterfly was supping on the exquisite honey of a bloomed Passion flower. . I could not believe my eyes as rushed to find my camera to capture the lovely sight. At that moment, God reminded me that He always brings good out of darkness or the mundane. He wanted me to remember as he gifted me with the ability to capture and express beauty, His glorious handiwork , that I should share it as a testimony of Him being a wonderful, good God!

As Mark and I embark on this new chapter of our lives, I covet all prayers for Father to embrace new opportunities and challenges. Mark and I will sorely miss our beloved neighbors and his Heavn;s Saints motorcycle ministry family. I hope to connect with artists and musicians and get my production and Outreach non-profit established and running to support the needy and challenged women and their children in our area.

There is so much work to do. I miss my neighborhood on Chestnut Ave, the beautiful Pine lands environment and my precious squirrels and blue jays that I used to feed on my patio. I await Father and Jesus guiding and directing. me to outreach and especially to start a worship band. He is faithful.

For the life of me, I cannot understand why, with all the victories Jesus gave us at the cross, by His profound sacrifice, the church has so little impact!

So, in my passionate concern and devotion to God’s righteousness, I had to respond to brother Ricky’s You Tube report. I beseech my Christian pastor friends, bishops and lay people to watch, pray and respond actively. Our brother James 2 urges us:

^{1 4} What good is it, my brothers, if someone says he has faith but does not have works? Can that faith save him? …¹⁸ But someone will say, “You have faith and I have works.” Show me your faith apart from your works, and I will show you my faith by my works. ¹⁹ You believe that God is one; you do well. Even the demons believe—and shudder! ²⁰ Do you want to be shown, you foolish person, that faith apart from works is useless? ²¹ Was not Abraham our father justified by works when he offered up his son Isaac on the altar? ²² You see that faith was active along with his works, and faith was completed by his works; ²³ and the Scripture was fulfilled that says, “Abraham believed God, and it was counted to him as righteousness”—and he was called a friend of God. ²⁴ You see that a person is justified by works and not by faith alone. ²⁵ And in the same way was not also Rahab the prostitute justified by works when she received the messengers and sent them out by another way? ²⁶ For as the body apart from the spirit is dead, so also faith apart from works is dead.

Please pay attention, faith without works is dead!

Prayer is great, but action coupled with faith and prayer is dynamite. Bombard our congressmen, senators ., governors , educational leaders with calls, letters and email. We pay them and we must hold them accountable. Attend and participate in town hall meetings and parent-teachers meetings.. Organize prayer civic gathering and devise strategic solutions. Invite retired law enforcement and military people to be part of powerful and influencing Christ battalion.

People, we are about to fall into the abyss of terror and absolute anarchy if we do not act now! Here is my response to Brother Ricky’s YouTube report.:

Thank you for this report brother! Why is the church not responding to this???? So, Jesus told us that we have the authority to trample lions,  snakes, dragons and any and everything wicked. Psalm 91:13   Why are God’s people not  operating in that authority? Why are we allowing demon-possessed people to wreck our neighborhoods and livelihoods?     Christians,,  it is time for you to awake from your slumber and apathy and get serious with your calling.  The Bible declares we are Kings and priests and the ruling authority of this earth! Why do we allow evil to explode like a plague?      Pastors, bishops, and elders,  time to fast, repent and pray for Holy Spirit to  embolden you to  trample these demonic forces and expel them!    Evangelists and worship leaders, declare Revelation  20:12. The smallest to the greatest will stand before Jesus, (who will now be judge)  Books will open to  show every deed and every person will be accountable for what they did in their life   God help those  whose names are not written in the Lamb’s book of life. Those who lived their lives for wickedness will be cast into the lake of fire.      The unbelievers,  thieves, murderers, looters and drug addicts won’t be enjoying the fruits of their wicked deeds in hell because they will be in eternal torment.        Tell the people the truth and let them hear God;s word and be saved!w John 3:16  For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life!

May the Holy Spirit incite and compel you into righteous indignation and action..

So, I fell upon a YouTube video today as I was preparing to ask the Lord what He wanted me to do. My eyes fell upon a video from America’s got Talent show where people from all over the world come to display their gifts in the hopes of winning a great prize. I don’t have alot of time to spend watching YouTube videos, because I am occupied being about my Father’s business with my own blogs, music and mentoring.

What moved me was this precious young guy’s motivation for being on America’s Got Talent. The 17 year old already founded his foundation to help his people of Nairobi, Kenya. A clip was shown of starving children. His heart was to set the captives free in his nation. You could tell by the judges reaction as he sang so passionately a Gospel song that he truly had a captivating, holy anointing and great calling!

I’ve also had a great passion and love for suffering people and pray that someday soon my non-profit ministry to wounded and despairing people would be realized. As I shared in my blog, The Road, I’m not only concerned about the present bondage and suffering of people, but mostly their eternal destiny. I believe most of us (Gods children, called out of darkness into His marvelous light) are unaware of the urgency of ushering people’s forward momentum into salvation in Christ. Many of us feel bad when we see footage of deadly natural disasters, but does it move us into action?

I will never forget hearing about the gigantic Tsunami which hit the Sulawesi coast in Indonesia on December 26, 2004. We Americans and many around the world had just enjoyed our Christmas. I was so shocked at the devastation that I cried, weeping for the precious, hapless souls caught unawares and dragged into eternity, most without Christ. The 7.5 earthquake caused liquefaction, making the solid surface of the ground turn to liquid. This horrific catastrophe has impacted me deeply

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And then, just recently, we witnessed the destruction of southern Turkey on February 6, 2023. Over 50,00 people perished and entered into their eternal place. Again, I was so devastated and reeling in sorrow, wondering how many were now enjoying eternal peace and rest. Certainly, most of us cried and prayed for the survivors. What can we do? Often and for days, I felt a certain rage that satan delighted in this horrific and cruel event.

As a very sensitive journalist and songwriter, I have grappled deeply with the concept of sudden disaster quenching the lives of millions. Like the prophet Habakkuk, I have asked the Lord, “How can you look upon such evil?” I ponder if there could have been any chance of people being saved in the nick of time, by angels or Jesus Himself.

Precious one, we are in the end times and I trumpet a Clarion call to all people.to seriously consider the Book of Revelation. If you are a musician, artist or business person, it is not business as usual. Yes, you need not give up pursuing endeavors, but our first priority should be to seek Christ with all our hearts and ask Him how we can sow into His harvest of souls. I take very seriously, my calling to influence people for Christ and to go one step further, to mentor them in God’s perfect truth. Now is not the time to be fearful of rejection for our bold testimony and invitation. of Salvation. There is no other way to heaven, but through the precious Lamb of God. We can’t obtain God’s favor by good works, clean living or trust in earthly idols. And so I beg you today, consider and share your testimony and faith in whatever conduit you have. Time is short.

In my first year of learning the guitar, God gave me lyrics and chords for a precious and compassionate song, I Can Still Cry.. The words came to me as i pondered various tragedies that befall humanity: a bombing, domestic violence, starvation and genocide. Perhaps by listening to my song, you will ask God to make your heart tender to those suffering and doomed. Ask him to avail you ways to tangibly fill a need or change a life through compassionate Christ discipleship.

If Christ is not your Lord and Savior, you can invite him into your life, by saying this prayer to Him out loud.

Dear Lord,
I admit that I am a sinner. I have done many things that don’t please you. I have lived my life for myself only. I am sorry, and I repent I ask you to forgive me. I believe that you died on the cross for me to save me. You did what I could not do for myself. I come to you now and ask you to take control of my life; I give it to you. From this day forward, help me to live every day for you and in a way that pleases You. I love you, Lord, and I thank you that I will spend all eternity with you.
Amen.